#and they were never super homophobic to my face besides a couple times i can remember

[ragingbookdragon]

If You Ever Want To Be In Love, I'll Come Around

Barry Allen x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Based off this ask here! I hope you enjoy!

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Living in Central City, he expected a lot:

Being held up at the bank because Snart decided to rob it? Check.

Having a car window blown out because the Flash sped by? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster? Check.

Be best friends with said Speedster and fight crime along side him? Check.

Still though, he never expected to see Barry’s bright and bubbly face at seven A.M. on a Saturday morning when he’d just rolled out of bed, not bothering to pull on a shirt or a pair of sweats, merely hobbling to the door as he tried to avoid bumping into things with his bruised side.

He pulled open the door, blinking blearily at the man who was beaming back at him, hands placed on the shoulders of a young boy who came up to their middles.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” Barry greeted. “I know it’s early.”

“Really?” (Y/N) muttered, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “What gave it away? The sun peeking in through the windows?” he lowered his hand, blinking hard once more. “Mornin’ Wally.”

The kid smiled and waved. “Good morning, Mister (Y/N).”

“Why’d you bring me Kid Flash?” he asked, looking at Barry and the scientist sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I forgot I had a conference in Coast City and Iris asked me to watch Wally today.” He smiled apologetically. “I’d take Wally, but it’s a work thing and it wouldn’t be professional to bring him in with me.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I got it.” His gaze drifted to the boy. “You like video games?”

Wally’s head tipped up and down rapidly. “I love ‘em.”

“Got a new PlayStation system in the den.” He tipped his head. “Help yourself.”

The kid was gone, whizzing by in a flash and Barry smiled, wide and toothy. “Thank you, (Y/N). I know this is last minute and you’d want to enjoy your Saturday but—”

(Y/N) reached out, resting a hand on Barry’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help you out.”

“Yeah?” Barry questioned and he nodded.

“Always.” They gazed at each other for a moment, and (Y/N) felt his heart stutter in his chest at the closeness. “But knowing you, you’re going to be late, so I’d get a move on.”

The Speedster looked to his watch and his eyes widened; he turned, hurrying down the hall. “I’ll make it up to you, (Y/N)! Thanks again!”

“Be safe!” he called back, closing the apartment door; turning around, he saw Wally stretched out on the couch, a controller in his hands, a bag of chips open, along with a two-liter soda cracked. “This is gonna be a long day,” he muttered, wandering back to his bedroom to shower and dress.

***

He held an easy pace beside the young teen, but he could tell the kid was itching to run a mile a second. Wally did that thing that Barry did when the anticipation was running in his veins; he’d start buzzing, until he seemed like he was going to phase out.

“You good, Wally?” he asked, and the boy looked up, nodding his head.

“Yeah. Just…going slower than usual.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Sorry I can’t run as fast as you guys. I’ve only got super soldier legs.”

Wally laughed. “You are faster than most humans, Mist—uh, (Y/N).” he’d told the kid after four times of hearing, ‘Mister (Y/N)’ to just call him ‘(Y/N)’. “Barry says you might be faster than Batman.”

“Bruce is pretty fast,” he acknowledged. “Though that’s because he’s been conditioned to run that fast.” (Y/N) glanced over. “Speaking of Batman…how’s that crush of yours going?”

The kid’s face turned red, and his eyes shot to the ground. “Uh…it’s good…we’re gonna hang out on Friday.”

(Y/N) smiled. “It’s the son, isn’t it? Dick?”

“Yeah…we met a few years ago.” Wally had a bashful smile on his face. “I like him a lot.”

“I think you two are gonna be great together. You’ve got that bond that most people don’t before they get together.”

Wally blinked curiously. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) met his gaze. “You two are best friends. Folks who get together after being friends for years on end are usually better off than those who aren’t.” he nudged Wally in the side. “I think in a few more years, the lot of us will be watching your taillights as you head to your honeymoon.”

“(Y/N)!” Wally blurted out, cheeks turning crimson, though his smile only grew.

“I’m teasing, kid. But really, I think you and Dick are gonna be great.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” Wally looked away, his smile falling and (Y/N) caught it. “What’s up, kid?”

“You don’t…you don’t think it’s weird because we’re both boys?”

He blinked, not expecting that conversation to come up, but he recovered, shaking his head. “No matter what you identify as Wallace, whether gay or bisexual, it’s not weird or shameful.” (Y/N) came to a stop and placed his hand on the kid’s head. “You’re perfect the way you are and who you love is your business alone. And if people don’t respect that, then they’re not worth your time or concern. Okay?”

Wally’s eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and he suddenly lurched forward, wrapping his arms around the super soldier’s waist; (Y/N) smiled heartfully, wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulders, patting his back. “You’re okay, kid. All of this is completely normal. You’re not weird or anything deviant because of this.”

The boy sniffed harshly. “Thanks (Y/N).”

He squeezed Wally’s shoulders. “Alright kid, let’s keep running, yeah?”

As they fell into another easy pace, the boy murmured, “You and Barry are best friends.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean, I’m not Hal, but yeah, I think I’m one of Barry’s best friends.”

“Do you like Barry?”

He choked on his spit, skidding to a halt as he coughed harshly, hands on his knees. “What?”

Wally merely blinked. “Do you like Barry? Like I like Dick?”

(Y/N) felt flustered, which didn’t happen easily, and his mouth opened and closed, but all that came out was a croaking sound. “It’s complicated, kid.”

“How so?”

He sighed. “I don’t think Barry’s into guys, Wally. And besides, he’s with Iris. It’d be wrong to say something.”

Wally gazed at him. “Barry didn’t tell you then.”

“Tell me what?”

“He and Auntie Iris broke up a few months ago.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“Barry said they were at different points in their lives, and it didn’t seem right to keep a relationship going when they weren’t at the same spot.” He waved. “Or something like that. There was a lot of big words and metaphorical shit.”

“Hey!” (Y/N) shouted. “No cursing.”

Wally stuck his tongue out, then started running again, leaving him to follow. “But yeah, they broke up.”

“Why hasn’t Barry told me?” the question was more to himself than Wally, but he took it as if it were to him.

“I think Barry likes you, but he’s not sure how to approach it.”

(Y/N)’s lips pulled downwards. “Has he said anything that gives it away?”

Wally shook his head. “Not really, but any time I’m around you guys, he’s always watching you with that dorky smile on his face…like just the sight of you makes him happy to be alive.”

His cheeks felt hot, and he tried to remember every moment of being around Barry. “I feel like a fool.”

“He does talk about you a lot. How you impress him by always being a good man. Having good morals despite all your hardships.” Wally looked unimpressed. “It’s kinda gross how sappy he is.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Alright, kid. Rein it in. You talk about Dick like that.”

Now it was Wally’s turn to flush with embarrassment. “I do not!”

“Do too,” he shot back, before shoving the kid in the side and sprinting as fast as he could. “Last one to the end of the trail has to buy ice-cream!”

“Hey! No fair! You cheated!”

“What are you talking about! You literally have super-speed!”

***

By the time Barry made it back to (Y/N)’s apartment, it was a quarter to two; he opened the door for the Speedster, pressing a finger to his lips. “I just got the kid to go to sleep.”

Barry smiled. “Where is he?”

“I let him have my bed.” He topped his head to the living room. “I set up on the couch for the night.”

“That was nice of you,” he murmured, following (Y/N) into the den. “How’d it go today?”

He laughed quietly. “I’ve discovered the one difference between the two of you is that Wally’s mouth doesn’t move as fast, and I can actually understand what he’s saying. But damned if you two don’t talk fast.” (Y/N) grinned at Barry. “We played video games and went for a run to burn off all the junk food we ate. I think we had some good fun.”

Barry smiled, taking a seat on the sheeted sofa, (Y/N) beside him; their thighs brushed together. “I’m glad you two had fun today. I really appreciate you doing this.” He started to pull out his wallet. “I picked up a hundred for you.”

He shoved the wallet away. “Gimme a break, Barry. I did this for you. Not so you could pay me.” He shrugged. “Besides, I like the kid, so it’s free anyway.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He nodded, resting his head back, mulling over his thoughts, and Barry knew it. “Is something wrong?”

“Wally and I talked about a couple things today…one’s easy to tell you but the other…not so much.”

“I’m all ears,” Barry promised.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “You know Wally’s questioning himself, right?”

“About his sexuality? Yeah, I knew. Why?”

“He’s…concerned that it might be weird.” He hummed. “I think maybe someone at school or somewhere else might’ve said something homophobic and he’s not sure how to deal with it. But I told him what he’s feeling is normal and there’s nothing wrong with having a different sexuality other than heterosexual.”

“I—I didn’t know,” Barry murmured. “I knew he was questioning, but I didn’t know that…”

He seemed so hurt, so upset, so ashamed and (Y/N) didn’t look at him as he rested a hand on Barry’s thigh. “He’s probably just nervous about breaching the subject. He would’ve come to you in his own time, Barry. We know both know that—know how much he respects and trusts you to help him.”

Barry swallowed thickly, eyes concentrated on (Y/N)’s warm hand. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He patted the Speedster’s thigh before pulling away, resting his hands back in his lap. “What about the second thing?”

“What?” he said.

“You said you had another thing to talk about.” Barry seemed curious. “What is it?”

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, not wanting to look away from the white ceiling, but he willed himself to do so, meeting Barry’s bright blue eyes. “We’ve been friends for a long time, Barry. A few good years now.” He swallowed thickly, searching the man’s gaze for a moment, and admitted, “I…love you, Barry.”

The Speedster’s eyes went wide, jaw dropping in shock, but it didn’t stop him from speaking.

“Wally said you and Iris broke up a few months ago, but even before then, I’d never try to worm my way into anything, especially your personal relationships, so I kept quiet about my feelings, but…but if there’s any way you feel the same about me…I’d love to explore that with you.”

Barry’s cheeks were turning pink in the moonlight and (Y/N) took a leap of faith, turning slightly to rest a hand on his cheek, softly bringing their lips together. The Speedster melted into the kiss, his own hands coming up to cup the soldier’s cheeks. They were so warm under each other’s palms, giggling like two teens under the bleachers at a football game, coming back to each other after each gentle kiss.

They pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, both breathless with giddy smiles on their faces, small peals of laughter falling from their mouths and (Y/N) dumbly giggled, “Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”

Barry nodded, body starting to vibrate as it did when he was excited. “I’d like that a lot.” He thumbed (Y/N)’s lips, smiling as the super soldier’s eyes slipped shut, pressing his lips to the pad of Barry’s finger. “And (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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[bunnysuit-femboy]

The Worst Wingman - Dust and a Goddess

(Chapter 1 / 3)

Jean x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia

Summary:  Jean knew you better than anybody else, so why was he so good at picking the worst people on the planet for you to go on dates with. You were persistent to find a boyfriend this year and you thought Jean could help you find the perfect man, but apparently he loves to watch you suffer. If only you knew the perfect man for you was the one setting you up on all of these dates.

Notes: I posted this on my Ao3 first, but I thought I’d post it here too. So, please enjoy!

First Saturday

Another Saturday night meant another shitty date with another uninteresting and weird guy. You knew Jean hand-picked these dates that he sent you off with, but it seemed he didn’t know you or them at all. Every single date was just another bust, undeniably and irrefutably.

And, this date was just another on the already long list of bad dates.

“So,” Your date said with a smile, “You’re good friends with him, aren’t you?”

You nodded with the wine glass close to your lips. He had asked you the same question nearly fifteen times in the last fifteen minutes. It was as if he couldn’t believe it himself. As if he were surprised, or maybe even a little bit jealous.

“Yeah,” You said with a fake smile, “We’re in the same friend group. I met him freshman year, when I became close friends with Mikasa and she introduced us-”

“How is he?”

“Huh?”

The redhead smiled wide, “How is Eren? What’s he like as a friend?”

You raised your eyebrows and placed your glass back on the table, “Eren?”

The redhead nodded excitedly. He was nearly on the edge of his seat, leaning towards you like a child about to hear a war story from his grandfather. It was odd that the boy had gotten caught on the idea of Eren being friends with you when you had just explained how Jean was the one who set you up on the date.

“Eren is- um,” You looked around the small restaurant, trying to find inspiration for a way out of this conversation from the other diners, “He’s cool.”

The boy is physically upset about your discretion, “And?”

“And,” You involuntarily continued, “He’s- uh, he’s very nice. He-uh he helps me with my homework, and helps me study quite a bit.”

It was all a lie, but only partially. Sure, somebody in the friend group was really nice and helped you with homework and helped you study, but it wasn’t Eren. It was Armin who was the nice one, but you didn’t know Eren well enough not to switch the two names when talking with the boy in front of you.

“That’s awesome,” The redhead said with an admirational sigh, “I bet he’s super helpful. He’s definitely the type to not give up until you know everything, for sure.”

“Oh.” You grinned at your empty dinner plate. “For sure. He’s the best. He’s super dedicated, and he always makes the harder information easier for me to understand. He’ll word it in ways that he knows I’m more comfortable with.”

“I’ll have to join you two, sometime.”

You looked at the boy with furrowed eyebrows, “You want to join me and Eren while we study?”

Boy, is he going to be upset when he finds out Eren is actually an adorable blonde boy with big ocean eyes who’s not nearly as blatantly mean. Also, it’s a bit strange the redhead wants to go on a study date with you and somebody else. Isn’t he at this date for you? But, all he’s asked you about all night is Eren.

“Of course,” The boy said with a smile, “I would just love to see him again.”

You giggled lightly to yourself, “Do you want me to get his number for you?”

Though the comment was purely a joke, the boy didn’t flinch nor smile. He just stared at you with a look of defeat in his eyes and he almost looked angry. His eyes never left your face, his mind not finding an ounce of humor in your question.

His reaction caused your smile to quickly falter, “Do you actually have a crush on him?”

The redhead rose from his seat, “I have to use the bathroom.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Right now?”

“Yes,” The boy’s voice came out harsh, “Right now.”

“Oh, okay.” You watched as the boy walked off towards the bathroom. And, once he was out of earshot, you pulled your phone from your purse sitting on the back of the chair and phoned Jean.

The phone only rang once before the call was picked up. He spoke a half-assed greeting above the sound of yelling in the background. You knew he was with Connie and Sasha tonight and you knew they were playing video games from the noise coming from behind his voice.

“Don’t hey me,” You spat angrily through the phone, “This guy is insane, Jean, he’s fucking weird.”

Jean was now laughing, “How is he weird?”

“He keeps asking about Eren.” You took a quick peek at the male’s bathroom door. “He offered to go on a study date with me-”

“That’s nice of him.”

“-And Eren.”

“Oh,” Jean said, “That’s weird. Eren doesn’t even study with you, he’d have to be smarter than you to be of any help.”

“I may have lied to him.” You took a quick swig of wine from the glass and then turned back to the bathroom doors.

“Aw,” Jean said with a smirk, “Poor Floch.”

“Floch,” You said excitedly, nearly knocking the discarded fork from your plate, “That’s his name! I forgot it about two hours ago, but didn’t have the heart to ask him.”

Jean was uncontrollably laughing on the other side of the phone. It wasn’t like these types of calls were foriegn to him. You normally called Jean in the middle of a crisis, and most of your crises these days happened mid-date when the boy did something weird and left to go to the bathroom.

“You’re a horrible date,” Jean said between his giggles.

“It’s not a normal name.” You held the wine glass to your lips. “I wouldn’t have forgotten his name if it were Brian or Nick. It’s his mom’s fault I forgot his name.”

Jean smiled into the phone, “Now, you’re blaming his mom for your ignorance, how cruel.”

You couldn’t help but grin as well, “Also, I think he has a thing for Eren.”

“Really?” Jean takes a moment to remember something. “That actually makes a lot of sense. I met him through Eren because they were in the same chemistry class last semester. He seemed reluctant to go on the date with you until Eren told him he should, then he was all for it. I thought it was weird, but not weird enough to be concerning.”

“It’s not weird nor concerning,” You said sweetly, “He just has a crush and he doesn’t know how to deal with it, it’s endearing.”

“He’s actively homophobic.”

“What?” You peek at the bathrooms and notice nothing has changed. “You set me on a date with an active homophobe?”

Jean shrugged, “I didn’t think about it.”

You shook your head angrily, “After this date, I am coming straight to your apartment and I am giving you a piece of my mind, Jean Kirstein.”

“Oh no,” Jean said with a smile, “I’m really scared, she used my last name.”

“You should be really scared. I’m bringing my baseball bat and everything.”

You took another peek at the bathroom and then checked the timer on the call. Seven minutes and fourteen seconds was how long you had been on the phone with Jean and how long Floch had been in the bathroom. Sure, it could be reasonable, but you still got a weird feeling from the whole thing.

“‘You okay?” Jean asked endearingly once the silence between you two had settled.

“He’s coming back,” You lied, “I gotta’ go.”

“Okay, just-”

The call ended quickly with one press of your finger. You put your phone back in your purse and let the bag fall to the side of the chair. You looked around the beautiful restaurant and tapped your fingers impatiently against the clothed table.

You leaned to your side in order to get closer to the couple beside you. At the table sat two people: one with long brown hair and wide glasses dressed in a tux and the other with short dirty blonde hair also dressed in a tux.

“Hi,” You said to the brown haired person to your immediate right, “Could I ask a favor of either of you? It’ll only take a minute, I swear.”

The brown haired person smiled widely, “Of course!”

“My date, a redhead, went to the bathroom nearly twenty minutes ago, and I can’t go into the boy’s bathroom-”

“You want me to go?” The brown haired person’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I can go see if he’s still in there, or if he’s sick, or if he’s dead - God forbid, but how interesting, right?”

You nodded with a smile, “Yes, thank you, please. I’m sure he’s not dead, but I’m just worried.”

“Don’t worry until I come back with news.” The brown haired person stood up and left, heading towards the bathroom.

You watched the nice brown haired person go off towards the restrooms. You watched them weave around tables, even stopping now and then to peek over diners’ shoulders, looking at what they had decided to eat for the night. They were strange, but in an endearing way - something you weren’t entirely used to seeing on these dates.

“You know,” The blonde guy spoke up suddenly, snapping you back to reality, “They’ve done that a few times on our dates before, as well.”

“Hm?” You turned to the brown haired person’s date.

The blonde guy smiled, “My date, they get interested in something in the bathroom and don’t bother coming back out for half an hour. The first time is scary, but you’ll get used to their curious mind.”

You grinned weakly at the nice man, “Yeah, I have a feeling there won’t be anything to get used to because there won’t be another date.”

The blonde boy furrowed his eyebrows, “Oh?”

“He wasn’t the best date I’ve been on, nor the best person I’ve been on a date with.” You turned towards the bathroom in time to catch the blonde man’s date making their way back across the restaurant with a frown. “In fact, he’s the first date to ever crawl out of a bathroom window to get away from me.”

“I’m sure that’s not what happened,” The blonde man said with a worried glance at his date. You weren’t sure how you knew it, but you were entirely sure of the redhead’s escape.

“He’s gone, dear.” The brown haired person placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as they sat back in their seat. “The window was pried open, I assume he crawled out of it.”

You nodded with a fake smile, “Thank you, for checking. I can pay-”

You reached for your purse, but the brown haired person shook their head, “No, no. Don’t even try to pay me. In fact, let us pay for your meals, it’s the least we can do.”

You shook your head quickly, “No, I can pay for them, but thank you.”

“No, he left you high and dry and-”

“You’ve already done enough for me tonight.”

“-You don’t deserve to pay for a meal you didn’t even enjoy.”

While the brown haired person was distracting you with a back and forth battle of who would pay for what, the blonde man waved down a passing waiter. He mumbled something to the waiter, pointing at your table over his shoulder. The blonde man pushed a small plastic card into the waiter’s hand. The waiter nodded pityingly, running off quickly towards the hostess’s table at the entrance.

“No,” You said with another shake of your head, “You don’t have to pay for a taxi, I don’t need one-”

But, you did need one considering Floch was your ride here.

“No,” The brown haired person continued, “Let me pay for your wine. In fact, have our wine. It’s the least we can do.”

“No, I don’t need more wine-”

The waiter was back and the blonde man finally spoke up over the argument between you and his date. He held two slips of paper in his hand and looked at you both with a small smile.

“Hange,” He said to make his date stop debating with you, “It’s okay, she doesn’t need your insurance card. And, ma’am, don’t worry about the bill, it’s already been paid for, and you don’t owe me anything in return. I’ve been in your shoes before, and I wish somebody would have done this for me.”

“Sir,” You said quickly, “It’s really not that big of a deal-”

“Not anymore,” The blonde man said with a smile, “Next time you come to this restaurant, just bring somebody you trust. I promise, not everybody is as awful as that boy.”

You bit your lip to keep the newly created tears from falling. You couldn’t help the overload of emotions happening in your throat and eyes. You didn’t normally cry so easily in front of strangers, but these strangers were overly generous. And suddenly, you were remembering the last ten dates that all ended just as horribly. It seemed like nothing was working out in your favor anymore.

“Thank you,” You said with a large smile contradictory to the tears that now fell down your cheeks, “I-I don’t know where to find those not awful people, but I really hope I will someday.”

“Oh no!” Hange said as they quickly wrapped you in a tight hug. “Moblit, look, you broke her.”

Moblit giggled with a shake of his head, “I’m sorry I broke you, dear.”

You shook your head into Hange’s shoulder, accidentally wiping the tears on the shoulder of their black tux. You couldn’t express to Moblit how badly you wanted to find not awful people, and how badly you wanted a date that didn’t end horribly. It was just more complicated than that, and it seemed awful people were the only ones Jean could offer you dates with and the only ones he thought deserved dates with you. So, what did that say about how he viewed you as a person?

You spent a few minutes crying into Hange’s shoulder, mumbling incoherently about boys and school and your pot-smoking next door neighbors who are way too loud when they have sex. They listened to your tangent intently, nodding along, as if they could understand any of your words.

Once you had wiped the tears from your face and thanked the couple profusely some more, you made your way from the restaurant. You knew you could call a taxi to Jean’s apartment, but the weather was nice and his apartment wasn’t too far away. So, walking seemed like a convenient money-saving way of getting the whole date out of your mind.

You walked down the street of town, but once you got to campus, you slid the heels from your feet and into your hands. You walked across campus with your shoes balancing on your fingers like the morning after a horrible one-night stand.

Eventually you made it to Jean’s apartment building and found your way to his front door within a few minutes. You knocked on the wood with your heel and weren’t too surprised when the door opened almost immediately. Jean stood in the doorway, still shouting at the other two over his shoulder.

“Hey,” Jean said once he finally turned his attention to you, “How was the-” You swung the heel swiftly into his stomach, earning a surprised grunt from the boy.

“Don’t mention this date ever again.” You said the threatening words with a glint of anger to your voice, but your face was pressed into a sweet smile.

Jean nodded slowly, “Will you at least tell us what happened?”

You sighed, “Later, I’ll tell you, but I know Connie will bully me for it.”

Jean nodded some more, “Later?”

“The least you can do is let me stay the night.” You raised your eyebrows at the boy. “Since you made me go on the worst date of my life with a homophobic jerk.”

“Okay,” Jean said with a grin, “But only because you’re practically begging for me.”

You swung the heel into his stomach a second time, but he grabbed it before it could give any damage. You both looked intently at each other, your eyes glaring annoyedly and his eyes admiring the sight in front of him. This was exactly what you expected from him, this is exactly how he acts after these dates. He’s always the one to pick up and put back the broken pieces once the doll breaks, even if he’s the reason the doll fell in the first place.

Once you walked into the apartment, you left your shoes and purse by the door, right beside Jean’s shoes. You waved a quick hello to Connie and Sasha - who were too distracted shooting zombies to see you - as you walked past them in the living room and found your way straight to Jean’s room. You knew the apartment like the back of your hand, you had been here a million times.

You walked across the small room to your drawer that Jean keeps all of your clothes in for when you stay. You pulled it open and picked out a pair of cheetah print pajama shorts and an old t-shirt from an now irrelevant ex boyfriend. You threw the clothes on his bed, getting ready to change just when the door suddenly opened.

You turned to the door with tired eyes and furrowed eyebrows as Jean joined you in the room. He leaned against the now closed door, physically keeping the others from joining as well. He crossed his arms against his chest, taking in the sight of him - you in your satin black dress you wore on nearly every date.

“So,” Jean said finally, “What happened?”

You sighed, “He crawled through a window.”

Jean’s eyebrows furrowed, “He crawled through a window?”

“Yes, when he went to the bathroom and I called you. He crawled through a window to get away from me.” You looked anywhere around the room but the boy. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Hey,” Jean moved from the door, coming across the room to you, “Nothing’s wrong with you. Something’s wrong with him.” Jean held you at arm’s length, his hands on your shoulders. “Not only did he leave you, but he has a crush on Eren of all people. I’ve seen birds at the park who are more attractive than he is.”

You grinned sadly, “I bet people don’t crawl through windows to get away from Eren on dates.”

Jean ran his hand down the side of your head, “Eren doesn’t give them the chance, I don’t think he’s ever been on a date.”

“But, people would go on one with him.” You finally looked up at the boy in front of you, trying to keep the tears from spilling the second time today. “He’s not undateable. I’m undateable. I’ve scared guys away every Saturday night for the last two months.”

“You’re not undateable,” Jean said sternly, “You just haven’t found the right one. And, you won’t find the right one if you don’t keep going on these dates. Every horrible date means you’re one more Saturday closer to your soulmate.”

“And, what if I don’t have a soulmate? What if I’m damned to die alone?”

“Then, I’ll die with you.” Jean brought you in for a tight hug, your face snuggling into his firm chest. Jean whispered his words, mostly to himself, “I’d give up 200 soulmates if it only meant I could die with you.”

You closed your eyes against the soft fabric of Jean’s shirt. It was hard to trust his words when there seemed to be so many contradicting factors. Maybe tonight was a total bust, but next Saturday was a new day. You could try again next Saturday, and the Saturday after that, and the Saturday after that. And, every Saturday for the rest of your life until you found your soulmate, even if that seemed like a pointless mission.

You’d do it for both you and Jean, it was the least you could do.

First Sunday

You woke up in Jean’s bed with his body close to yours. It was a standard cuddling position for your friendship: face-to-face, his arms wrapped around your side, your arms cradled against your chest, and your legs intertwined. Despite the normalcy associated with the position, you still woke up with a dorky smile and butterflies floating around your stomach when you saw him sleeping in front of you.

Today was no exception.

You grinned ear to ear as you watched the peaceful rise and fall of Jean’s tanned chest under the thin fabric of his white t-shirt. You watched as his lips parted against the pressure of the pillow under his cheek, a small stream of spit rolling from the corner of his mouth and onto the fabric of the pillowcase below. Every Saturday night ended with tears and regrets, but every Sunday morning began with sweet dreams and a special sleepy boy.

You turned away from Jean, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. The only way to successfully grab the phone was to also pull yourself from Jean’s grasp and from between his legs. It was a horrible price to be paid, but it had to be paid nonetheless.

You checked your lock screen, reading over playful messages from your roommate asking about how good Floch was in bed - assuming you had stayed at his house since you hadn’t come home. And, a few confused messages from Eren asking you who Floch was, why he was texting him, and how he was connected to you.

You locked the phone and turned back to Jean. You were expecting the boy to still be napping peacefully, but he instead stared sleepily at you. Your face had been in a grimace from the mentions of your date last night, but Jean’s honey brown eyes quickly dissipated any negative feelings.

“Good morning,” You whispered, “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning,” Jean said as he shifted his head and wiped the spit from the corner of his mouth. He was hoping you hadn’t noticed the wetness and that you weren’t questioning the wiping motion he made at his cheek. “And I-”

You smiled, “From the drool spot on the pillowcase, I’ll have to assume you slept well.”

Jean’s cheeks turned rosy, you could see the physical embarrassment on his face. He wasn’t the type to accept humiliation so easily, he was always one to fight back. Just his humiliation isn’t enough, if he’s going down, he’s taking as many people he can take with him. So, you weren’t sure why you were surprised when he swiftly sat up, grabbed the pillow, and attempted to shove the wet spot into your face.

You yelped, rolled, and sprung from the bed only a second before the pillow could land on your cheek, right where it was heading. You were up on your feet quicker than you ever thought you could be, your body still feeling the aftereffects of sleep. You looked down at the boy in front of you, the pillow still tightly gripped in his hands and a mischievous smile smacked across his face.

“You little bastard,” You said with a shocked smile.

Jean smiled back, “I’m actually quite big.” The words were meant as a joke about his body’s size, but both of your dirty minds immediately jumped to the size of something else on his body. “In more ways than one.”

You shouted at the boy between the giggles escaping from your throat, “Jean! Seriously!”

Jean shrugged, laughing along at his own joke, “I’m sorry, I had to!”

“You didn’t have to do shit!” You made your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going home!”

“One bad joke and now you’re leaving.” Jean leaped from the bed, following you to the door. “At least let me make you breakfast first.”

You turned to him with an intrigued glint in your eyes, “Will you make me waffles?”

“Sure,” Jean said as he playfully shoved your shoulder, “I’ll make you waffles.”

“With chocolate chips?” He walked in front of you, leaving the room with you following behind him like a child.

“Yes, I can add chocolate chips.” Jean tried to hide the grin spreading across his cheeks. “Do you want bacon and sausage as well?”

“Shut up,” You said from behind his back, “You know that I don’t.”

His voice sounded sweet, “Yeah, I do know.”

You stood against the counter, only a foot away from where he stirred the waffle mix. You watched as he eyed the waffle box intently, then poured the four other ingredients into the bowl after the dry mix. He looked a bit confused as he moved the spoon around the bowl, as if he was deathly afraid of missing something but not wanting to give the impression that he’d be stupid enough to miss something.

You knew where the coffee was kept and how to work his coffee machine and while you waited for it to brew, you watched Jean with a weak smile across your face. He could feel your eyes on him. Jean tried to ignore the weight of your eyes, not wanting his cheeks to go red though his chest was already inflating from the action.

Jean spared a glance in your direction, only a few seconds before the coffee finished brewing with a loud splash. For those few seconds when both of your eyes were held on each other, time seemed to slow. You could read the admirational glint in his brown eyes and he could read the appreciative glint in your eyes. Before the moment could go much further, you turned away and grabbed the coffee pot and mugs.

You not only knew which coffee beans Jean preferred, but you also knew how he liked his coffee. You poured a little bit of his roommate’s creamer into his mug, and then the tiniest bit of sugar as well. After the coffee was finished, you handed him the mug with a quick smile.

Waffles eventually found themselves on plates and forks eventually found themselves in between fingers. You both ate breakfast against the kitchen counter, Jean leaning down farther than you had to. You moved your fork against the softness of the slightly underdone waffles - he didn’t know just how much batter was supposed to go into the waffle maker at once.

Jean suddenly spoke up by your side, “Are you free this Saturday?”

You turned to the boy, “I normally am. Who’s next?”

“I have a friend on the football team.” Jean ignored your initial grimace to the statement. “He’s nice and desperate, the way you like ‘em.”

You turned back to your waffle with a small pout, “Maybe I should give guys a break for a little.” Jean raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ll just become a nun and write off men altogether.”

“You can’t do that!”

Your head snapped back to Jean, “I can’t?”

“No,” Jean said, “You can’t.”

“And, why can’t I?”

“You just can’t.”

A thick silence had settled in the room, the only sound being the scraping of forks against the porcelain plates. You wondered why Jean was against you becoming a nun. You assumed it was because he was the type to fight persistently, so possibly the idea of giving up on something indefinitely was foreign and upsetting to him. You knew he indirectly reflected onto other people, yourself included.

After a few more moments of silence, Jean started walking away. You watched him as he moved across the living room, heading straight towards his bedroom. Right before the boy could get to the door, he turned to you with a single raised eyebrow and a cocky grin.

“Hey,” Jean said from across the room, “Do you wanna go to the bathroom before I do?”

You looked around the kitchen with a confused look on your face, as if the apartment could give you any clue as to what he was implying with his words. You didn’t have to use the bathroom, nor did you ever insinuate within the last twenty minutes that you did.

You tilted your head curiously, “Why would I need to go to the bathroom before you?”

Jean smiled at the idea of his next words, already proud of himself, “Just to make sure I can’t crawl out through the window.”

Jean laughed as you pretended to throw your fork across the spacious apartment. He was proud of his joke, and you had to admit that you weren’t as upset as you should have been. Last night, the idea of your date crawling through a window in order to get away from you was the worst thing that had ever happened. But with Jean, it was just a funny memory.

Jean came back to the kitchen after a few moments, still giggling lightly about his joke he made nearly two whole minutes ago. You ignored his cockiness by trying to fight the smile forming on your face.

Jean leaned towards you, wrapping a muscled arm around your shoulders. Being pressed against his body in this way made you now realize how he smelled. He smelled of a rich cologne of rose and mahogany. You hadn’t noticed the cologne before he left for the bathroom, but it could have very well slipped past you.

Jean spoke from above you, “I’m glad you aren’t still upset about last night.”

“I never said that.” You looked up at the boy, his arm still around you. “But, I am starting to see the humor in the situation.”

“Good,” Jean said with a smile, “It’s not nearly as bad as that guy who asked if his mom could join you for the date.”

You cringed at the thought, “And, I said yes.”

“And, the one who asked for a vial of your blood.”

You shrugged at the taller boy, “At least he asked, there was the one guy who stole my hair scrunchie without asking first. I think he used it so he could clone me.”

“Yeah.” Jean quickly remembered another awful date. “And, the one who gave you a yarn doll of yourself as a first date gift.”

You smiled widely, “I’m nearly a hundred percent sure that it was actually a Voodoo doll. I’m glad I accepted it before I told him no to a second date.”

Jean grinned down at you, only an inch or two from your face. It was hard not to smile when looking at the boy. He was beautiful and reminded you of an ancient sun god. From his tanned skin, to his lively brown eyes, and his deeply inviting smile. It was hard to look at Jean and not feel your heart skip a beat, especially when you were so close to him.

“They’re all funny stories now,” Jean said, “So, that’s good.”

You moved deeper into his arm, “Funny stories that I don’t need.”

“But, funny stories nonetheless.”

“Yeah,” You mumbled sarcastically, “Thanks to you.”

“Hey!” Jean was pulling you into a quick bear hug as you laughed against his chest. “I try to find the University’s best guys for you! They are truly the school’s finest.”

“Then, why do they all suck?”

He didn’t answer your question because he wasn’t sure he knew why. He didn’t know why he threw these horrible guys onto you, under the impression of them being good matches. But, in his defense, it was hard to find somebody of your quality.

You were a goddess amongst mortals and these men could never be enough for you. And, if these men were mortals compared to you, then Jean felt he wasn’t even a mortal. He was the dirt hiding in the crevices of somebody’s shoe, he was the dust somebody breathed in before they yawned. Jean felt he could never equal up to you, but maybe these other guys could get close. And, maybe - just maybe - if he helps you get a boyfriend, then he wouldn’t think about you being a goddess so much.

Next Chapter

#jean x reader #jean kirstein #eventual smut #wingman jean #aot #attack on titan #x reader #modern au #college au #f/m

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I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

#byler

[sapphicmsmarvel]

Woman Like Me

hahahaha i love little mix and the avengers so any time I can mix the two im gonna do it. 

(you should go listen to them, especially their newest album LM5)

song: woman like me by little mix

Carol: I can tell you're shy and I think it's so sweet. The thing about Carol that got you, was the fact that she was shy around you. With everyone else you noticed how she is always boisterous with the others, then with you she's quiet and doesn't talk much and she gets red.

At first you thought she didn't like you, but she'd always bring you gifts, your favorite flowers and candy. Or a couple times, she'll bring you a cupcake from your favorite bakery.

When you brought this up with Thor, Thor rolled his eyes and smiled, "Lady Y/N, she has feelings for you. That's why she's shy and keeps bringing you gifts."

You blushed at the idea, this goddess, this intelligent stunning woman had feelings for you? "No she doesn't." You shook your head, your cheeks flaming.

Thor nodded his head, "yes she does, she specifically asks me what you like so she can surprise you with it."

"Nope, nope, nope." You shook your head and Carol came in.

She laughed, "why does Y/N keep saying 'nope'?"

Thor looked at you, "I'll let her explain." He said and left the room, you scoffed and shook your head, that little shit.

Carol raised her eyebrow at you and you groaned. This was gonna be embarrassing.

"What is it? I promise I won't laugh." She said smiling, something in you blossomed, seeing Carol not get timid on you.

You stood up, "well, Thor thinks you have a crush on me," you didn't miss how her eyes widened and cheeks blushed immediately, "and I was saying nope because well...you're you. There's no way I'd have a shot." You shrugged sheepishly.

She walked forward, "well, that's what I thought when I first got to know you, about me not having a shot."

Your eyes widened as she stopped in front of you, you were at her chin. "Well, you're the only person shooting." You smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that's not true." And smiled, you were weak in the knees, you'd do anything to keep her smiling like that.

You laughed, either full of nerves or on some euphoric high of all the feelings you have for this girl. "Nah it's true, my vagina is probably full of cobwebs from not being used." Your eyes widened at what just flew out of your mouth.

Oh my god did I actually just say that? I said that, fucking shit she's gonna think I'm weird.

She let out a full laugh that you wanted to hear more, "I guess we're gonna have to change that."

You hummed, ignoring the blush that probably reached your toes. "Sounds pretty bold for a girl who hasn't kissed me yet."

She rolled her eyes, smiling, "May I kiss you?" "You certainly may."

Wanda: I always say what I'm feeling, I was born without a zip on my mouth.

You were arrogant, flirty, outgoing and didn't have a filter. Whereas Wanda was the exact opposite.

There was a meeting with government officials, everyone wore their best dress, you on the other hand; wore your signature all black, black jeans, with your dog tags and leather jacket. (Of course to Wanda, you always looked killer). There was certain politician/government leader that was in the room that you were famous for hating. Not a week went by without you mentioning him being a coward.

Everyone was on edge because it had to go well, it had to, but you could only keep your mouth shut for so long.

Wanda counted the minutes before you exploded; it was ten.

He mentioned something about the LGBTQ+ community, even went so far as to say a slur.

"Excuse me?" Your voice rang out. Deadly as the sharpest knives. Everyone froze, there was not a single soul in the room who was breathing, besides the prick. "You heard me," he said, in that man voice, the 'i do whatever i want, how dare you challenge me' voice.

Wanda could tell you were gonna knock him so hard his spray tan will evaporate off. "LGBTQ+ people are not awful people. And do not deserve to be electrocuted, if you think we're gonna accept that, you need to be impeached on the grounds of oncoming dementia." You snapped. "You got anything to say?" He shouted at Cap in fury. "We all agree with Y/N. I think she's handling our points pretty well actually." At that, Tony took his hand and Steve was smart enough not to look surprised.

You knew, they all knew for that matter, they weren't dating but it was quite the middle finger to give to the politician.

"This meetings over, we'll continue when you stop being a  homophobic asshole."

She tried not to shiver at your tone, you've never, and will never, speak to her like that. But hearing that tone, the 'I'm above you' tone made her flustered.

You walked around to Wanda's shoulders and gently squeezed them reassuringly. Wanda hated being in the spotlight but she also wanted the asshole to know that he was in a room with LGBTQ+ members.

He looked at Wanda (which made you want to punch him in throat) and scoffed, he walked out without another word.

Maria: And baby just be mine for the weekend, We can get a takeaway and sit on the couch.

Keeping Maria to yourself for a weekend was difficult, she was always needed but you were selfish at times. This was one of those times.

You specifically told Fury that you claim her certain weekends, he admired the fact that you didn't even ask, you told him. Because of that (and he knew you made Hill happy) he allowed it. Unless you know, the end of the world was happening.

You guys always got take out, either chinese, italian or just plain pizza. You always tried to cook but most of the time she'd insist cooking. She got a thrill over seeing you happy over a dish she made.

The weekend is spent in pajamas, barely if any makeup, movies and tv. It's the few times Maria can completely let her guard down. She puts her weapons away in the gun safe that's in your shared closet, pets your guys' cat and cuddles with you on the sofa.

Your saturdays with her consist of a horror movie marathon, either super cheesy or regularly cheesy. Even some non cheesy ones. She loves your commentary on them and you love seeing her laugh at the stupid characters.

Sundays are the days where you guys wake up at 7 to watch the sunrise on your balcony with cups of coffee, blankets and the early morning dew or fog. It's a peaceful time, you have a whole playlist for it. Then you two would head in and have a big sunday breakfast which you would invite Fury too if he felt like it (which was often because he couldn't refuse your homemade waffles).

After Fury leaves you two spend the day in bed, soaking in the time you have. Most of the time you're doing naughty activities but after when the suns setting you just lay in each others arms with the tv playing some trashy show.

You two cherished these weekends and Fury would always remark how relaxed Maria looked after one of them.

Natasha: I like my coffee with two sugars in it, high heels and my jewelry drippin'.

You brought a lot of the "girly" back to Nat, because of her childhood being robbed completely she didn't have the same experimentation as other girls who were brought up. As in no dying hair, colorful clothes and playing with makeup (when it wasn't for a mission)

You introduced her to the "self care" days, where you broke out the face masks, bath salts and you two went radio silent (with a warning to the Avengers of course). You two spent the day watching disney movies and taking care of yourselves.

You took her shopping and she ended up liking a lot of luxury brands like Gucci, Chanel and many others. She bought you a Rolex which freaked you out because wow, expensive and you don't wanna break it.

She spoils you endlessly, buying you books when you have a hard day or even brand new fuzzy socks. You spoil her back of course (she's also a sucker for fuzzy socks).

You've created a monster, she is a bad and boujie girl and makes sure people know it.

Shuri: Insecure but I'm workin with it, many things I could get rid of. Ain't about to give it up.

Of course, you were confident in yourself and who you were. But when it came to being smart, that was when you faltered in your self confidence. Your girlfriend was the princess of Wakanda and designed nearly all the technology in the country.

You always pointed it out but Shuri always rolled her eyes, "your smart in your owns way, sweetheart."

"Oh what ways?" You asked, laughing, "I can't do this formula and building stuff."

"You know how to be safe."

"Oh, common sense." She threw a paper ball at you because of your response.

"No, you know war strategy, you know how to train someone who's never been trained in their life. You know weaponry and how to prevent war disasters." She came over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "We would be lost without you." She kissed your cheek and swayed with you for a minute.

You knew that wasn't true, because they had generals for all the stuff you do. But T'challa and Shuri have said that you're the favorite because you're compassionate yet stern with people. Talking with Shuri made you feel better as it usually did.

Eventually your insecurities faded, of course they were still there but not as prominent. You worked hard to learn some new things relating to building things. For example, knowing how to fix some stuff if Shuri was busy or out of the country.

But you would never give up your insecurities, because they made you who you were.

#Captain Marvel #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #Scarlet Witch #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #captain marvel x you #Black Widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #maria hill #maria hill x reader #captain marvel x female reader #shuri x reader #shuri #Avengers #Avengers assemble

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Fifty Two

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

June 22nd, 1999 Anthony leaned back, away from Emile, who was trying to hug him. “What if someone sees us?” he asked, glancing around.

“I don’t care,” Emile said with a shrug. “You’re hurting, Anthony, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“You’re always so concerned for others,” Anthony said, sniffing a laugh, but his eyes were sad. “Do you ever stop to care for yourself?”

“I haven’t really had a need to take a step back,” Emile said.

“Not what I asked,” Anthony pointed out.

Emile shrugged. “I don’t need to care for myself as much as you might think. And besides, other people rely on me, I can’t just rip their support system out from under them.”

Anthony sighed and let Emile hug him this time. “You’re going to have to take care of yourself at some point, you know,” he pointed out.

“Yeah,” Emile said, pulling back. “But you’re hurting more, so you’re top priority right now.”

  December 24th, 2001

Almost as soon as dinner was done, and the adults were starting to disperse from the table either to help clean or to watch the kids, Remy’s hand brushed against Emile’s. Emile turned from where he was about to follow his cousins into whatever experiment they wanted to try. Remy looked like he was about to pass out. He was tense, and his eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Hey, I’ll be with you kids in a minute,” he told his cousins, before moving closer to Remy and murmuring, “Let’s go out back.”

“What if someone sees us?” Remy asked, even as he followed Emile through the house and out onto the back porch.

“No one will look for us out here, Rem. It’s okay,” Emile said.

The wind whipped around them as they left the porch and Emile shivered with only a sweater protecting him from the elements. Remy still had his leather jacket on, but for once Emile was jealous of him for it. “Talk to me, Rem. What’s eating at you?” Emile asked.

“I thought I was going to be okay, you know?” Remy asked, his tears starting to fall. He shoved shaking hands into his jacket pockets and looked up towards the sky, sniffling. “I thought that it might hurt a bit to be away from my family for Christmas, about as much as it did last year, you know? But...but when your cousin started asking those questions...and I’m not blaming her, she’s too young to really understand why it’s so upsetting to me...”

“But she’s old enough to know that it does upset you, and she should have stopped,” Emile said. “What she did wasn’t okay, and I’m really sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I just...it just brought Toby to the front of my mind,” Remy said, sniffling again. “He always, always looked out for me, no matter how much trouble he’d get in for it. I took that for granted, and now that he’s not here, I just...miss him, Emile, I miss him so much.”

“I know you do, Rem. But it’ll be okay. Maybe not right away, but I know that one day you’ll find Toby again and the two of you can catch up,” Emile reasoned.

Remy sniffed a laugh and shook his head. “The only way I would find him is through our parents, and that’s not an option. I realize that now. But it means I’m without a brother who truly cared about me.”

Emile took Remy’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t think you’re doomed to never see each other again, Rem,” Emile said. “One day, you’ll get your reunion with him.”

Remy continued to cry and Emile tutted, hugging Remy tight, and Remy clung desperately to him. Emile pulled away just enough to look at Remy and smiled sadly, wiping Remy’s tears away. “It’s going to be okay,” Emile whispered.

“I love you,” Remy murmured back. “Thank you.”

“Remy, there’s nothing I’d rather do,” Emile said.

Remy turned with a sigh to the porch. “We should probably get back in, someone’s going to start missing us,” Remy said.

“If they haven’t already started looking,” Emile agreed. “Hey,” he said, causing Remy to turn back to him. “I mean it when I say there’s nothing I’d rather do than be here for you, Rem.”

Remy smiled. “I know, Emile. Thank you.”

They both walked inside, and Emile rubbed his hands together to try and get feeling back in them, before he spotted Bailey in the living room. “Hey, Bailey! The girls giving you trouble again?” Emile asked.

Bailey looked up in surprise, before his gaze darted away. “Just a little,” he said. “I was looking for you earlier.”

“Oh? Sorry, I was out back with Remy. We just needed to talk about something in private real quick.”

Bailey shifted a little, seeming to debate something in his head, before he turned red and blurted, “I know.”

Emile turned to Remy in surprise. Remy looked absolutely terrified, and Emile knew he was feeling much the same way. They needed to do damage control, and fast. He squeezed Remy’s hand and corralled Bailey into a hallway in the house where no one would overhear them. “How do you know that?” Emile asked quietly, sitting on his haunches.

“I saw you,” Bailey admitted. “I went out on the back porch and I saw the two of you.”

Remy muttered a quiet, “Shit.”

“Remy, don’t swear in front of the kid,” Emile said, turning to look at him briefly. “What did you see, Bailey?”

“Enough,” Bailey said. “I know the two of you are together, like the couples on mom’s soaps.” Emile winced and Remy turned paler. “Don’t worry, though! I also know it’s a secret. Why else would you guys sneak out back just to hug? And I won’t tell anyone, Cousin Emile, not even Aunt Jackie and Uncle Fred.”

“Aunt Jackie and Uncle Fred?” Remy asked softly.

“My parents,” Emile said. He felt relief flood through him as he realized that Bailey thought that no one knew about this. That meant he wouldn’t ask Emile’s parents any questions a little too loudly. “Thanks, Bailey. I know that it’s hard to keep these sorts of things secret, but it’s really important that no one knows. Not even Grandpa, okay?”

“Okay,” Bailey said with a nod. “I think Grandpa would be happy, though. He always liked it when you had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I never told him I had boyfriends, too,” Emile explained. “Because he doesn’t think girls should have girlfriends or boys should have boyfriends. And since Remy is my boyfriend, not my girlfriend...”

“It has to stay a secret?” Bailey filled in.

“At least for now,” Emile agreed. “Listen, if you have any questions, you can ask your mom or dad, all right? But if they ask about why you’re so curious, say that I mentioned two boys I knew in college were dating. Not that it’s me and Remy, sound good?”

“Yeah,” Bailey said. “I know that there’s a lot of crying whenever couples break up on my mom’s soaps, for whatever reason. And I don’t want you or Remy to cry. You’re both super nice.”

And there was the kid that Emile knew and loved. “Thanks, Bailey,” Emile said with a smile. “Now, do you still need help with the girls, or will you be okay on your own?”

“I think I’ll be okay,” Bailey said. “I mean, if you and Remy need some more time alone...”

“We might,” Emile allowed. “Thank you for understanding.”

Bailey nodded and ran off, and Remy weakly joked, “Can I swear now?”

“I won’t stop you,” Emile said standing and wincing as his knees cracked.

“Fucking shit,” Remy breathed. “I have never been so terrified of a six year old.”

“He’s eight, actually, I think,” Emile said. “Kinda short for his age but not overly so.”

“My point still stands,” Remy said. “We almost got into huge trouble.”

“It wouldn’t be trouble, exactly, I don’t think,” Emile said. “It would more be...a rather colorful argument. No one would get physically hurt, although I can’t speak to psychological or emotional states.”

“I would argue that psychological and emotional states would be more likely to bring about trouble,” Remy said.

“Okay, that’s a good point,” Emile allowed. “But considering how bad it could be? I would argue that the worst thing to happen here isn’t that bad.”

“...You know that you would never allow me to make that argument, right?” Remy asked. “Any kind of trouble is still trouble, Emile. I get you don’t want me to be worried, but I know both of us were terrified when Bailey said that. Even if our trouble wasn’t as severe as getting kicked out, which, in all honesty? Considering the way your grandfather acts he could tell us to leave the party and not come back. But even if it wasn’t that severe he could still hurt us, could still hurt you, with his backwards views.”

Emile took a breath. “He’s a good guy, Rem. It’s this one thing that he’s not great with.”

“Yeah, hon, and this one thing is a huge part of your identity and your future,” Remy said, and Emile hated that he was right. “No physical danger doesn’t mean no danger at all.”

“I know,” Emile grumbled, running a hand down his face. “But it’s so much easier for me to compartmentalize that little issue and focus on the good, at least while I’m in the moment.”

“You sure you’re just compartmentalizing?” Remy asked. “Because a lot of the stuff you say? Whether or not we’re in his house, whether or not others can hear, is the same stuff you’re saying now. It’s just one thing, he never gets physical, he’s genuinely a good guy. You’re trying to repress your pain, Emile, and if I don’t get to do that, than neither do you.”

“Listen,” Emile said. “I can’t just cry whenever I enter a room and he mentions something homophobic. And you know what I tend to do when the pain gets too overwhelming? I cry. Yeah, what he says hurts me. It hurts me more when he says it than when anyone else does. Anyone else I can just shrug it off. The other people who would judge me for being bi aren’t that close to me. Even the other homophobes in my family don’t matter as much, because they didn’t try to get to know me from such a young age. But my grandfather and I bonded a lot over my twenty years of life. Same with my grandmother, except she’s not alive anymore to keep my grandfather in check if he says something hateful. What he says matters to me, because I care about him and what he thinks of me. Which means I might need only a single comment from him to make the waterworks start if I don’t repress it.”

“Then leave the room and let yourself cry, Emile!” Remy exclaimed in a harsh whisper. “Because you can’t just repress your feelings on this matter, and if you refuse to acknowledge them even when it’s safe to cry over it, then you’re not compartmentalizing. You’re repressing.”

“Remy, I promise you, it’s not as bad as it seems,” Emile reasoned.

Remy took a deep breath, putting his hands in a prayer position in front of his mouth, and Emile braced himself for the inevitable onslaught of whatever Remy was about to say. “I’ll let myself cry without beating myself up if you allow yourself to cry when your grandfather hurts you,” Remy said.

That...was unexpected. “Why?” Emile asked.

“Because you need to allow yourself to cry every once in a while. You can’t repress all the bad feelings, Emile, that’s how you end up trying to hurt yourself. You talk out the little things, but not the big ones. And if you let yourself feel the big ones, you’ll feel a lot better. Not to mention, that if you let yourself cry every once in a while it tells me that crying isn’t something I need to hide, or be ashamed of. Two birds, one stone.”

Emile considered. Remy had a point. And he had been trying to get Remy to beat himself up less over crying. Which is probably why Remy was using this as leverage now, the conniving man that he was. “Okay,” Emile said. “Tonight, when we’re in our guest room, you can force me to decompress and I can help you handle how much you miss Toby in the late hours of the night. Don’t pretend you don’t lie in bed awake at night sometimes wondering where he is, because you’ve told me you do as much.”

Remy stuck his hand out and quietly said, “Deal.”

Emile shook his hand and they held onto each other just for a moment, just to feel that connection, before Emile’s cousins spotted him and rushed over to wrap him into the experiment they had been trying earlier.

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #Emile Picani #ts sleep

[the-small-one-to-rule-them-all]

In and Out

(no, not the restaurant, like the closet)

summary: Patton is both in and out of the closet. Coming out isn’t a one time thing, and it isnt always your choice. 

pairing: romantic Moxiety, romantic Logince

warnings: implied homophobia and transphobia, food mention, crying, yelling, panic attacks, not so implied homophobia, kissing mention. accidental outing, unaccepting parents

word count: 4,365

a/n: so, I have had this written for a long time and finally decided to publish it here. it feels like one of those stories that just has to see the light of day, ya know? Yes this is hurt/comfort I have a hard time writing much anything else lol. Enjoy! 

Patton crumples, falling to his knees as the panic hits him. He can't do this. He feels his hands shaking and he whimpers as the world seems to press in around him. He tries to take a deep breath, failing he feels himself start hyperventilating, his breathing going as fast as his thoughts.

A knock on the door startles him, “Patton, are you ready to go yet?” Virgil asks, “We’re gonna be late if we don't leave soon.”

When he gets no answer, Virgil frowns, “Patton, are you okay?”

As Virgil hears Patton’s hiccuping breath, he opens the door. His stomach drops when he sees Patton curled against his mirror panicking. He rushes over and sits beside him, “Hey, Patt, it’s me. It’s okay. I'm gonna breathe and you try to copy me as best you can, okay?”

A nod.

Virgil breathes deeply and Patton’s gasping breaths follow the rhythm of his breathing. Slowly Patton starts to breathe normally as the panic starts to fade. Once Patton is calm enough, Virgil pulls him into a hug.

Patton wraps his hands around Virgil and sighs, “I can't go to the premiere, I can’t, 'm sorry.”

Virgil runs a hand through Patton’s hair, “Okay, that’s fine. I don't really like dinner parties anyway, but can you tell me why?”

Patton curls further into Virgil, “My... my parents will be there.”

“You didn't tell me they were coming.” Virgil says with a frown. Patton knows he gets anxious about those things, he would’ve told him, right?

Patton shakes his head, “I didn't know. My mother texted, told me they were going to the party, said they were hoping to see me.”

“What did you say?”

“I said I'm too busy and that we won't be able to meet up.”

Virgil sighs, “Listen, Patton, you’ve told me you don't have a great relationship with your parents, but for the thought of seeing them again to give you a panic attack that... that’s a lot. If, if you can ... would tell me why?”

Patton takes a shaky breath, “Virgil, when I left home, I wasn’t out to them at all. They don't know i'm gay, let alone that i'm trans, going by a different name and dating you. Though I suppose if I told them I'm dating you they would assume we’re a straight couple, but...” Patton sighs, “Virgil, they have no idea. They wouldn't be accepting if they knew. They, they would hate me and probably disown me.”

Virgil sighs and gives Patton a big hug. He pulls out his phone, “I’ll call Roman and Logan and make sure they know we’re not coming and figure out what to do about your parents, alright?”

Patton nods and Virgil dials.

Roman picks up the phone while styling his hair, “Hey there, calling to tell me you’re gonna be late, Prince of Panic?”

Virgil sighs, “Hey Roman, and no. Actually, Patton and I can't make it.”

“Oh, is there a reason?”

“Uh, yeah, did you know Patt’s parents are coming?” Virgil asks.

Roman frowns, “We heard they were going, yeah. We thought it might be a nice surprise.”

Virgil shakes his head, “Well, it’s a nice thought, but not exactly. You see, Patton isn't out to his parents, like, at all and apparently they’re super homophobic.”

“Oh my dear sweet Cole Sprouse. I'm so sorry, we didn't know.”

Virgil shrugs, “Don't worry about it, we know you meant well.”

“Wait, if they’re going to be at the premiere, how do we avoid outing Patt? I would hate to deadname him or use the wrong pronouns or anything. What should we do?”

Virgil frowns, “Uh, I don't know, that’s up to you.”

Roman sighs, “Wait they don't even know us. I guess we’ll just have to avoid mentioning you two.”

“Well, If you’re sure that will work then I guess it should be fine”

“I am.” Roman insists.

Virgil sighs, “Okay, Bye Princy. I’ll call Logan and let him know we can't make it.”

“Bye, tell Patton we’re sorry.” Roman asks.

“He already knows.” Virgil tells him with a small smile, looking down at Patton curled in his lap.

Virgil hangs up and calls Logan 

“Hey Logan.”

“Hello Virgil. Why are you calling? Are you and Paton going to be late?”

“No, Logan, Patton and I won't be able to make it tonight.”

“Oh,” Logan blinks straightening his tie, “May I ask as to why?”

Virgil nods, “Sure. Patton isn't out to his parents at all and apparently they’re pretty homophobic.”

“Oh dear,” Logan clears his throat,  “I am sorry about that, we had no idea, we thought it would be a nice surprise to have them there.”

Virgil smirks, “Well, Patt got a text from his parents saying they were looking forward to seeing him at the premiere, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise, but that’s fine.”

Logan’s eyes go wide, “Oh my, I do apologize for any bad things that might have brought up.”

Virgil shakes his head, “Don't worry about it, we know it didn’t happen on purpose. And Roman is making sure his speech doesn’t mention Pat, he is hoping no one will realize you know us.”

“What will happen if word gets around to his parents that we do?”

Virgil sighs, “I don't know but that’s gonna be your problem to deal with, not ours.”

Logan nods, “Fair enough. Have a good night, you two will be missed.”

“Thanks Logan, tell Roman we think he did absolutely wonderful in the show. And I think we will have a good night. I figured we would watch some movies and make a fort in the living room.”

Logan smiles, “I will. That certainly sounds entertaining, just make sure to eat some protein, I know you two tend to just eat apples and popcorn when you do that and I want to make sure you are taking care of yourselves.”

“I thought Patton was the Dad friend.” Virgil says with a laugh, “Don't worry Lo, we’ll eat some salami we have left over from lunches this week.”

Logan nods, “That is satisfactory. Well, I need to go, it’s time to leave and Roman isn't ready yet.”

“Bye Logan.”

“Goodbye.”

Virgil hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket, “Hey, why don't you get changed into your cat onesie and meet me downstairs with supplies for the fort? I’ll start getting all the furniture ready and set up the outside if you bring stuff for inside.”

Patton smiles up at him, eyes still watery, “That sounds good.”

An hour later they’re sitting side by side under a pile of blankets eating popcorn and watching Winnie the Pooh. 

Patton wakes up to a knock at the door. He smiles as he looks over to see Virgil asleep in his skeleton onesie beside him. Patton rubs his eyes and stretches, getting up to turn on the coffee pot. He jumps as he hears the doorbell chime. 

He looks through the peephole on the door and smiles, opening it wide, “Logan, Roman, what are you doing here?”

Logan lifts the large tupperware he is holding, “We thought we would bring over the leftovers from the premiere and share.”

Roman smiles, “Yeah, we thought we might give you two your own private party!” Patton grins, “Well that certainly is nice, but Virgil isn't up yet. Why don't you come in and I’ll go wake him up.”

“Patton, who are you talking to?” Virgil steps into the foyer with a cup of coffee in his hands, “Oh. Hi. I'm gonna-” Virgil points a thumb behind him. 

Patton’s phone starts buzzing frantically in his pocket and he pulls it out. He looks at it and his face pales. He opens it and scrolls a bit.

Virgil sets his coffee down, “Patt, what’s wrong?” he asks.

Patton opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He clasps his hand over his mouth. His legs buckle. Roman catches him as he falls, dropping his phone.

“What’s wrong Padre? You okay?” Roman asks as he leans Patton against the wall.

“My- my dad.” Patton gulps and stares at his shaking hands, tears falling down his face, “He, he knows. They know. They know everything.”

Roman frowns, “How could they?”

Patton shakes his head “I don't know. I.. I..” He stops, panic taking over as his breathing shallows.

Virgil sits beside him and walks Patton through the breathing exercise Patton had done with him so many times.

Logan steps inside and stoops down, setting down the tupperware and picking up the phone. He scrolls through the messages from Patton’s father, a scowl on his face. 

When Patton’s breathing returns to normal Virgil pulls him into a hug, “I’m sorry your parents are assholes.”

Patton chuckles dryly, “Thanks for the sentiment.”

Logan sighs, “Patton, did... Did you read all of these?”

Patton nods.

Logan shakes his head, “The nerve of some people. So ignorant, so dim witted. Good news is your dad hasn’t said any more since you dropped your phone.”

Patton frowns and takes a shaky breath, “That’s because he wants a response. Just leave him on read. He is so fluent in passive aggressive, he’ll know what it means.”

Roman takes the phone from Logan and quickly looks through the texts, “I want to call them, I have some choice words-”

“NO!” Patton yells, “Don't! Don't call them! It’ll only make all of this worse!”

Roman puts his hands up, “Alright, I'm sorry, I won't! It was just a joke, I promise.” Roman says handing the phone back to Logan.

Patton sighs, “I knew they would respond like this. There is a reason why I have almost never responded to a single call or text from them since I left home. I cut them out of my life. I'm not letting them back in.”

Logan hands the phone to Virgil and grabs the tupperware from where he had left it on the floor, “Would you two like to change while Roman and I set up a buffet of leftovers to take your mind off it?”

Patton wipes his eyes, “I appreciate the thought, but I don't think I could keep anything down.”

Virgil frowns, “What do you need from us Patton? How can we help?”

“Honestly,” Patton says staring at his lap, “I just wanna sit in the blanket fort and cry for a while.”

Roman nods and helps Virgil get Patton on his feet. Logan adjusts his glasses, “Let me put this in the fridge and I'll join you.”

Virgil smiles softly at him, “Bring water and juice boxes when you join us, will you?”

“Of course.”

Virgil, Roman, and Patton settle into the fort. Virgil moves the empty popcorn bowl and food plate on the table across the room before he takes his place on Patton’s left leaving Patton sandwiched between him and Roman. 

Roman grabs the tissues from the corner where they had been discarded and hands them to Patton who gives him a small smile. 

Logan appears moments later with juice boxes and water in hand. He sets the drinks down in front of the trio and sits beside Roman.

Patton puts his head in his hands and whimpers.

Virgil runs a hand through Patton’s hair, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s safe here. You can let it out.” 

Patton gasps out a sob and Roman places a comforting hand on his back.

Patton puts his arms down, hunching in on himself, “It just hurts. I knew what they would say but it... it still hurts so bad. I hate that it hurts. I hate it! It shouldn't, I cut them out of my life. I didn't think he would say...I mean i'm his child. How could he say those things to me?: 

“I mean, I guess, I... I thought maybe I wouldn't ever have to come out. I thought I could move away and never see them again. I thought they might never find out. I wasn't ready, I... I...” Patton stops, letting words give way to tears. 

Virgil takes Patton’s glasses off his face and hands them to Logan who places them on the table next to him. Patton manages to squeeze out a thank you and Virgil wraps his arm around Patton’s shoulders.

They sit there for a while until Patton calms down to sniffles and hiccuping breaths. 

Roman removes his hand from Patton’s back, handing Patton a juice box before placing it next to the other in his lap. “It’s okay that this hurts.” Roman says, looking at his hands, “Even though you knew what they’d say. It always hurts. It never gets easier to hear someone say those sorts of things to you, especially if it’s someone you wish would be supportive, someone that should accept you-.” Roman’s voice breaks and he sighs, tears falling down his cheeks.

Patton opens the juice box and drinks as he talks. When Roman finishes he looks up at him, “You... you too?”

Roman nods, “My parents, they always said they would never go to a gay wedding, not even for their own son, god forbid he end up that way.” Logan grabs Roman’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “Needless to say, when they saw a picture of Logan and I on Facebook, they did not take it very well. The looks on their faces that day when I went home, the horrible things they said, I remember all of it. I'm so sorry you have to go through that too.”

After a long moment Patton whispers, “Does it ever stop hurting?”

Roman closes his eyes tight and whispers a pained, “No.”

Patton sighs, wrapping his arm around Roman and leaning against his shoulder.

Roman shakes his head, “This is all my fault. I never should've even suggested we let your parents come, much less without asking you. I'm so sorry.”

Patton sighs, “You couldn't have possibly known. I mean, I would've liked it if you had asked me, but you were trying to do something nice for me. I appreciate the sentiment. I appreciate that you would want to do something like that for me.”

“Yeah, but the intent doesn't really matter if I screwed it all up.” Roman insists.

“We don't know that we caused this.” Logan reminds him, “We don't even know how Patton’s parents found out. It could've happened completely separate from the premiere, and the timing led us to believe they were connected.”

Roman sighs, “I guess you’re right Specs.”

Patton and Virgil jump as Patton’s ringtone starts playing. Virgil pulls the phone out of his pocket and his eyes go wide, “Patton, it’s... it’s your mom.”

Patton starts to panic, “I can't answer right now! I'm a mess! Why is she calling? What does she want from me?”

Virgil declines the call. He puts the phone down and his hands in the air, “There, it’s over. We don't have to worry about it.”

Patton takes a deep breath and nods, calming down. Then the phone starts ringing again. 

Patton shakes his head, eyes wide, “No, no, no, no, no, no!”

Virgil declines the call.

Patton’s mom leaves a voicemail.

“Do... do you wanna listen to it?’

Patton doesn’t respond for a minute. Slowly he nods, lifting the phone to his ear and pressing play.

“Hello dear, it’s your mom. I know us finding out about all of this has to be a shock for you, and probably a painful one at that. I know you must be upset right now, but I just want to talk to you. I haven’t heard from you in so long, please. I... I just want to talk.”

Patton sets the phone down as the message ends, “That... wasn't as bad as I was expecting.”

Virgil nods, “That’s good.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Patton shakes his head, “No. I need a minute to think.”

They settle into a heavy but comfortable silence. They rest in one another’s company, knowing that they all support each other. 

Ten minutes later Patton’s phone rings again. They all stare at it for a few ring cycles, surprised she would call again. 

Patton’s lip trembles, “I'm gonna answer it.”

“What?!” Virgil asks incredulous.

“Just give me the phone.” he insists.

Virgil hands him the phone and Patton takes a deep steadying breath before answering. When he speaks, they are all taken aback by how calm he sounds. 

“Hello, mother,” he says, “This is Patton. If you are calling to tell me your thoughts on how the lifestyle I have chosen is wrong or to invalidate me, insult me, or try to get me to change, just hang up now. I've heard it all a million times before. So please, if that’s what you want from me, just leave before you make me go through the pain of that again.”

There’s a pause and Patton sighs, looking at the phone. Surprised to see his mom hasn't hung up yet he puts the phone back to his ear.

“Lu-” she clears her throat, “Patton, son, are you still there?” his mom asks.

Patton gasps shakily, a tear falling down his face, “Mom?”

“Oh, thank you for answering. I'm so sorry everything happened this way.” she says. 

“You’re... You’re calling me by my new name?!” Patton says with a smile.

The others share a look and leave to give Patton some space.

“Of course I'm calling you by your name. Why on earth wouldn't I?” his mom asks. 

“I... I didn't think you would approve.” he admits 

“Of your name?”

Patton shrugs, “Of my name. Of me. Of being trans and gay. Of not coming out to you.”

His mom sighs, “Oh. Patton, dear, I'm so sorry.”

“What?” Patton asks, confused. 

“I know the things your father has been saying to you, and I know it can't be easy to hear from him. And I'm sorry. But more than that, i'm sorry I never made you feel like you could be comfortable around me, like you couldn't be yourself, couldn't come out. You don't have to be afraid. I'm your mom, I love you and nothing is going to change that. Nothing. Not you being trans, or gay, or bi or anything else. I love you.”

Patton breaks down sobbing.

“Oh, honey i'm sorry i'm not there to give you a hug. Why don't you go get a hug from someone? I think I hear your friends in the background, right? Go get a hug, please.”

Patton manages a laugh as Virgil appears at the front of the blanket fort looking concerned. He makes a grabby hand at him. Virgil gives him a smile and sits next to him. Patton gives him a big hug, letting go when he calms down.

“Did you get your hug?” his mom asks. 

“Yeah mom, I did.”

“Good.”

“Hey mom?”

“Yes Patton?”

“How, how did you find out?” he asks. 

“Oh,” she sighs, “Well, when we realised we weren’t going to see you in person we kinda stalked you on social media, or we tried. We didn't know to look for your new name so we went through your friends pages looking for pictures of you. We didn't recognise you at first. We realised it was you when we saw a picture of you and... Virgil I believe is his name and a few of your other friends at a party. You two were kissing. If I'm being honest with you, it was a rather cute picture.”

Patton groans, “Oh that picture?!”

“Is there something wrong with that picture?” she asks. 

“No but if I was gonna come out to you with a picture on Facebook that one definitely wouldn't be my first choice.” Patton insists, hearing Virgil laugh quietly next to him.

“Well i'm sorry, but I can't change that now. Perhaps you can send me better pictures sometime.” his mom suggests. 

“I could do that.” Patton agrees. 

“I uh, I'd like to see you again, Patton, if you’d let me.  We could catch up, you could come out to me on your own terms, however you want to, showing me whatever pictures you want. We could meet at that little restaurant we used to always go to for milkshakes and have lunch or something. Would, would you want to do that?” she asks hesitant yet, hopeful.

Patton smiles, “I would like that. Does Tuesday work for you?”

“Lunch on Tuesday is perfect.”

 “It’s a plan. I’ll see you there.”  Patton says.

“See you there. Love you, son.”

“I love you too, mom.” Patton hangs up grinning wide. 

Patton stands up and pulls Virgil out of the fort rushing over to the others. He grabs Roman by the hands and spins in a circle laughing, still crying from the rush of it all.

“I take it the phone call went well then.” Logan says with a chuckle.

Patton stills, dropping Roman’s hands and facing the others as they stand around the table. “She called me her son. She used my new name. She said she loves me.” He whispers, tears of joy falling from his face.

“That’s amazing!” Roman exclaims, beaming and wrapping Patton in the biggest hug he can give him.

Patton feels another set of arms wrap around him, then another. He chuckles, “Well, today has been an emotional rollercoaster and I haven't even been up for two hours.”

Roman smiles, “Don't you love rollercoasters?”

Patton lets go of the hug, “Yeah, but I think I'm ready to get off the ride now.”

Logan rolls his eyes, “You hungry Patton? It's been a while and you haven't had breakfast yet.”

Patton wipes his eyes, “I am hungry, I hadn't realised. What did you guys bring over? Anything breakfast worthy, or do I need to make myself some eggs?”

(bonus scene)

Patton taps his fingers on the mug of hot chocolate in his hands. He looks around, his mom should be here soon. He sighs and takes a sip of his hot chocolate when he hears the door open and sees his mom walk in. He wipes his mouth and sets down the cup, standing to face her. She turns to see him and smiles. She walks briskly over to Patton wrapping him in the biggest hug. She kisses the top of his head bringing a hand up to hold the back of his head.

“I love you.” she whispers.

Patton smiles, “I love you too.”

She finally lets go, holding Patton by his shoulders at arms length, “Let me look at you.”

Patton blushes and looks away. She puts a hand under his chin and lifts his head to look her in the eyes. “You look very handsome. I like your hair, it suits you, but more importantly, you look confident and happy. You look so much happier than you ever did at home.”

“I am happy, Mom.” Patton says.

“Good, now why don't we sit”

Patton chuckles, “Okay.”

They sit and his mom orders a coffee.

“I would ask if you like anyone or if you’ve kissed anyone yet, but I think I already know the answer to that.”

Patton smiles, “I... thanks. That means a lot.”

“Now, why don't we sort this all out, and you come out to me properly, hmm?” 

Patton nods, “So what would be easiest? Should I go by chronologically how I figured it out or by label and tell the stories potentially out of order?”

She smiles, “Start at the beginning, it’ll be easier for you to keep track that way.”

Patton takes a deep breath, “Okay, well, do you remember that one time in middle school-”

“Wait, you never told me, are you and Virgil dating?”

Patton smiles, “Yeah, I thought it was obvious.” 

His mom sits forward, chin in her hands, “So, how long have you two been a thing?”

Patton starts to blush a bit, “It has been a while, maybe two years.”

His mom nods, “Is he treating you well? He loves you?”

Patton nods, “Yes mom, he is so good. He sat and helped me through a panic attack just this morning, he knows my favorite food and makes it for me on days where he notices I'm not feeling well, and most of all, he loves me. He really, really loves me. And I love him too.”

“Well he certainly sounds like a good man. I hope he knows that if he ever hurts you he is going to have to answer to me.” His mom insists, pointing to herself for emphasis.

Patton blushes and shakes his head, “Mom, he knows he’s going to have to answer to several people already! He hasn’t even met you!”

His mom shrugs, “Well, maybe one day you could introduce us, preferably before your wedding day.”

“MOM!” Patton groans fondly, “Come on, you’ve known about him for just a few days! But yes, eventually you two can meet. However, I can't just spring that on him! I don't want your first interaction to be him having a panic attack.”

“That’s fair sweetheart... can I call you sweetheart?”

“Yeah Mom, you can call me sweetheart, and don't worry, you’ll meet him.”

“Well thank you for the reassurance.” His mom stretches her arms, sparing a glance at her watch, “Oh my is that the time? I need to go home and clean up before I make dinner!”

“Well then I’ll let you go.”

“See you later Pat. I love you.”

Patton smiles, “I love you too, and mom, thank you.”

She smiles sadly and hugs him, “Of course dear, you will always be my child. I love you no matter what. Remember that, okay?”

“Okay.” Patton nods.

His mom gathers her things and leaves and Patton heads to his car once she pulls away. By the time he gets back to the house he is only just holding back tears. 

Virgil opens the door to him and Patton immediately throws himself into Virgil’s arms and begins to cry.

Virgil holds him and closes the door with his foot, turning his concern to the man in his arms. “Hey, are these happy or sad tears Pat?”

“So-o Ha-apy” Patton manages.

Virgil smiles and hugs Patton tighter, “Good, I'm glad.”

#hobbit writes #moxiety #logince #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts fic #homophobia tw #crying cw #food mention #yelling cw #someone is outed accidentally #hurt comfort #human au #everyone is gay #i hope yall like it #i wrote a cute fic yall

[anarcoqueer1994]

Be My Beard?

A story about the Kippen family being terrible and homophobic and Amber and TJ being the best disaster gays.

(Please be kind, wrote this post seizure today so my brain is being wonky <3 )

TJ and Amber Kippen were gay. Very gay. But neither teenager was out to the family. Of course they knew the other one wasn't straight, they could never keep anything a secret between each other. But the thought of telling the whole family scared both of them.

A few years back, when Amber was in the 8th grade, and TJ was in the 6th, an incident happened that freaked them both out. They were having Christmas dinner with their parents, both sets of grandparents, and a bunch of aunts, uncles, and all their kids. Amber recently figured out she was a lesbian. She had told TJ and of course he was supportive and excited for her. But neither could predict how their family would react. And they needed to know before Amber came out, and even though he hadn't said it out loud, before TJ came out.

So at Christmas dinner she decided to test the waters to check how they would react. Amber casually said, "This girl in my class just told everyone she was a lesbian, isn't that so brave of her?" She muses.

Her aunt Robin on her dad's side was the first to speak up. "All these kids think they are gay at your age, sweetheart. She will figure it out." 

Out of the corner of her eye a few people nodded. But then it goes back to general talking and laughing at the table. But Amber and TJ needed to know more. So TJ decides to poke a little further. Over the voices around him, he says"But what if she doesn't 'figure it out?' What if she does only like girls the rest of her life? What if that makes her happy?"

Amber and TJ's grandma(on their mom's side) gets a very serious look on her face. The room is silent and awkward. She stares at Amber for a few moments, as if she was trying to calculate something. Then she turns to TJ, giving him a similar look. Finally she breaks her silence and coldly says, "Well then I would remind that girl that maybe she should think about what that would do to her family and friends, and that she should figure how to keep those feelings under control. It is all for the best...." She put on a sweet smile and quickly adds, " Hypothetically, of course." 

Then, just like that, everyone goes back to talking and laughing. No one bothered to defy her or what she said. Both Kippen siblings are left staring into their plates in quiet worry the rest of the night.

In the year that followed, both of them learned to 'hide' from their feelings, even denying the truth from each other. 

"Ambs, What are you doing going out with this guy, Jonah?" TJ asks, while sitting on her bed, as she does her hair for school.

"I happen to really like Jonah." She says in a voice that is uncertain if she is trying to convince TJ or herself.

"Don't lie to me, I know the truth. You have become colder to people, especially other girls. And you have become so clingy and possessive towards Jonah. You are pretending to be someone you are not. Amber, no matter what grandma says, it is okay if you are a les..."

"You don't know anything, TJ!" she cuts him off. "Don't start with me. Don't act like I don't see how much more of a jerk you have become since last year at Christmas. You have been trying to act like this hotshot, super 'manly' jock with a bad attitude to hide the fact that you are gay."

TJ quickly gets up and heads to the door. "Whatever Amber....I'm not gay. " He slams her door.

And it was like that for a while. But then they meet Andi and Cyrus, and both of them knew they were fucked. 

Amber first saw Andi when the other girl was talking to Jonah. Right away, Andi made Amber feel weak in the knees. Amber was terrified that Andi would bring out the feelings she had been working so hard to suppress. So she responded to those fears by purposely being as cold as possible to Andi and clinging tighter than ever to Jonah. But then she and Jonah broke up and even more surprisingly, she and Andi became friends.

There were some hiccups along the way in their friendship. There was the time at the ferris wheel. Most people assumed she left because she was jealous of Andi being with Jonah. In reality, she was jealous that Jonah was Andi's choice and not her. 

Then there was the warehouse party. That night she held Andi's hand for the first time. She remembers looking into Andi's little Bambi eyes and melting. That scared her. So soon, she took the opportunity to get close to Jonah again. He was her disguise. That's why she pushed so hard when they were dating, tricking herself into believing that she loved him so no one would suspect that she was a lesbian.

But always in the back of her head was Andi. So when she and Jonah broke up, it was almost liberating. She and Andi got closer and at Andi's party, they danced and her heart felt like it was going to pound out of chest. Then less than a week later, Andi texted her, asking her to meet her at The Spoon. That night Andi asked her out and against her better judgment, she said yes. They have been together ever since, a little more than a year now.

The other Kippen sibling was just as powerless against love. Cyrus gave him the courage and freedom to be himself, if only to just their friends. So both Amber and TJ were with people they loved who loved them back. Unfortunately...they had to keep it a secret to everyone but their close friends to negate the risk of their family finding out.

This was working out fine for a while. Their parents just assumed that Cyrus and Andi were their friends. But one day towards the end of TJ's freshman year, their plan started to crumble. Their grandparents were over and the family was catching up in the living room. The conversation was innocent enough until their parents leave the room and their grandma started asking about their personal lives. There grandfather sits obviously on the couch next to her.

"So tell me about what is going on in your lives?" She asks, looking between her grandkids. "Anything special? Anyone special?" She smiles.

Both kids look uncomfortably at the ground so she pushed on, in a faux sweet voice. "What about that girl in your class, dear? Remember the one you told me about a few years back?" Looking at Amber. "Did she ever figure out that this gay thing was a phase?"

They both knew what she was implying. She wanted to know if they were done with this "phase." They weren't dumb. She may not know specifics but their grandmother had a hunch and it scared them. Amber looks up quickly to meet her grandmother's eye, as awkward silence filled the room. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, she did. She even has a boyfriend now." 

"Oh, she does?" Their grandmother grins. "So what about you two? I know, Amber, you must be beating guys away with a stick." Then their grandfather speaks for the first time. "And TJ, must be like me back in the day. You are a real lady's man, aren't you?" The old man smiles.

TJ doesn't know what came over him but he finds himself speaking up. "Actually, I have a...." he suddenly forces himself to pause, his senses coming back to him. 

"A what dear?" The older woman asks.

"Um, a girlfriend." He lies through his teeth.

"Oh really? And what her name?"

TJ panics. He did not think this through. Amber looks over and sees her brother's look of fear and worry, so she steps in.

"Teej's girlfriend is wonderful! She's actually my best friend, Andi."

"What about you Amber? Do you have a special guy?"

"Uh yeah. His name is...its Cyrus. He's a boy in TJ's class." TJ is dumbfounded, looking at his sister as he tries his best to play along.

Their grandmother looks absolutely giddy. "I must meet them! You should bring them to family dinner on Sunday!"

"What?!" Both siblings say in unison.

"Yea, bring them to dinner this Sunday!" Their grandpa agrees. Every Sunday, they and their parents go to their grandparents house for dinner. But neither of them expected them to invite Andi and Cyrus.

Amber stutters "But aren't those special family time?" 

"Nonsense!" Their grandma exclaimed. Right then their parents return. She turn to their mom, her daughter. "Kim, I told the kids they can bring their special people Sunday." 

Their mother turns to them. "I didn't know you kids were dating anyone."

"Um, yea mom. I am dating Andi, Amber's friend. And you know how close Cyrus and Amber are." TJ tries to play off.

"That's so exciting!" She squeals. "Definitely bring them."

The kids groan internally knowing there is no getting out of this now.

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So that is how they ended up at The Spoon, nervously waiting for Andi and Cyrus. They sat on the same side of the booth, so when Cyrus and Andi walk in, they scoot into the other side across from the Kippen siblings. Both teens immediately notice the look of apprehension on their SO's face.

"What's going on guys?" Andi asks cautiously.

"Yea, you guys are scaring me." Cyrus adds, Andi nodding her head in agreement.

Amber lets out a dry laugh. "It's actually a funny story...um well…." TJ nervously smiles beside her. "We need you guys to be our beards this Sunday." She finishes.

"What do you mean, Ambs?" Andi reaches her hand across the table to grab Amber's.

"I, um, mean that our grandma came over the other day and started asking all these questions and we kind of ended up lying to her and she thinks Cyrus is my boyfriend and you are TJ's girlfriend. Then she told us to invite you guys for dinner. So we need you guys to help us to pretend to be happy straight couples for one night."

Cyrus and Andi share matching faces of shock. Cyrus says "You guys know how crazy this sounds, right?"

"Cy," TJ says pleasingly. "Our family isn't like yours or Andi's. Our parents, and especially our grandparents, are so anti-gay." There is almost a shared pain in the Kippen kids eyes as he speaks.

Cyrus' voice softens. "I know, Teej. I'm sorry. I will do it, if it will help you guys out."

Amber looks at Andi. "Bambi? What do you say?"

Andi smiles at the blonde haired girl staring at her. "Of course. I still think it is crazy but anything to help."

In that moment, TJ and Amber knew how lucky they were to have such amazing partners. The rest of the night was spent planning for Sunday. They needed to get everything right.

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The night they had been dreading finally arrived. They were having Andi and Cyrus meet them at their grandparent's house right before dinner. They figured, the less time they had to act out this charade in front of their family, the better.

Dinner was set to start at 7, and like clock work, Cyrus and Andi show knock on the front door around quarter til. When the kids open the door, Cyrus has a bouquet in his hands. He hands it to Amber and says "My lady. " TJ laughs to himself at the obvious show Cyrus is putting on. 

"Thank you, Cy." She smiles. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Andi wink, tipping her off to the fact that Andi picked those out. She blushes at that thought. Just then their grandfather walks up and slaps his arms around his grandkids' shoulders. 

"See TJ, that's how you treat a lady." He smiles and jokingly continues to TJ, "This young man is really showing you up bringing  flowers for Amber and you didn't get anything for this beautiful girl." He motions to Andi.

"What can I say. Grandpa? Cyrus really knows how to make a girl happy. " All four kids crack a knowing smile at the absurdity of it all.

"Well let's get you kids out of the doorway. We are about to eat." Amber and TJ nod as their grandfather speaks.

TJ moves forward and puts his arm around Andi's shoulder. They both try to look as if this is normal but aren't quite sure they are convincing. TJ hurriedly walks her to the table. Amber grabs Cyrus' hand and follows her brother and girlfriend.

They quickly sit around the long table. Andi and TJ on one side, and Amber and Cyrus on the other. The adults filled in the spaces in between as the begin to eat. It isn't long before their grandmother starts interrogating their "dates." Their parents stay quiet for the most part, letting their grandmother lead the conversation.

She starts with Andi. "Andi, that's an interesting name."

"Yeah, I guess." Andi awkwardly replies, not knowing what to say to that.

"A girl with such a unique name must have an exciting life. Tell me about yourself, dear."

"Well, I go to SAVA and focus on painting and sculpture. But I also love photography." Amber looks intently on Andi as she speaks. The way she always does, like she is holding onto every word. 

"Really?" Their grandma seems genuinely interested, as well as the other adults there. There dad asks, "What is your favorite thing to photograph?"

"I love doing candid shots of people, like I got this really great shot of Amber a few weeks ago." As soon as she realizes what she said, she freezes.

But it doesn't seem to phase anyone. Their grandfather says "Doesn't surprise me, our Amber could be a model. Isn't that right, Cyrus?" He elbows the brunette boy next to him, smiling. 

"Yes sir. She is beautiful." Cyrus smiles before taking Amber's hand over the table. What no one sees is he and TJ playing footsie across the table.

TJ gets the hint that he should probably say something. "Andi's pictures are amazing. She has these great pictures of all her friends. Like there is this really good one of Cyrus on the swings and it's like black and white. It's such a good picture." Andi smiles.

"Teej, you know I hate that one." Cyrus replies.

As if she was speaking for TJ, Amber replies "You know how much I love that picture. You look so cute." TJ looks down and smiles to himself. 

Their grandmother clears her throat. "Anyhow, what about you Cyrus? What do you got going on?"

"Well, I write for the school newspaper and am in the drama club."

Mrs. Kippen, their mother speaks for the first time all night. "I used to write for Grant's newspaper back in my day. What do you write on?" She grins.

"Mainly I'm assigned sports, specifically basketball related news since I am at every game anyhow."

"You like basketball?" Their grandfather questions.

"Not really sure. But I understand  it a lot better now. I am at all the girl's games because our friend, Buffy is on the team. And of course I am at the boy's games because of TJ." Their grandmother shoots him a questioning look.  "You know, Andi is my best friend so of course she drags me along to see her boyfriend play." He says, saving them from an awkward situation.

Dinner continues on without any more close calls. The teens all play their part well. That is until desert. Their grandmother brought out a decadent pie she baked. Everyone was welcome to cut off a slice. Cyrus goes to cut a small slice, when the knife slips, cutting his finger. He hisses in pain as he brings the finger to his face to examine the cut.

Without thinking, when he sees Cyrus hurt herself, TJ blurts out. "Are you okay, Muffin?" The room goes silent and TJ's heart drops.

His grandmother coldly asks "Why did you just call this boy, muffin?"

TJ looks down before saying, "I need to go." He dashes out of the room and to the backyard. As he does, Amber notices the look of sadness and fear in his face. She has now switched to full on protective sibling mode. Meanwhile Cyrus, without hesitation goes after him.

The old woman turns her attention to Amber. "What is going on?" Their parents look at the girl in equal confusion.

Amber takes a deep breath before standing up from the table. Andi looks at her, waiting to follow her lead. "Grandma, I know you know what is going on."

Her grandmother plays dumb. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's the elephant in the room that none of you want to talk about. I see the way grandma and grandpa look at me and TJ." She turns to her parents. "I see the way you two look at us, so how about you ask me?"

"Ask you what, young lady?" Her mother replies.

"Ask me if I am a lesbian, mom." Her mother turns away, refusing to meet her daughter's eyes. Andi takes this as her cue to walk around the table and stand behind Amber, ready to be her support.

Through clenched teeth, Amber commands again. "ASK ME IF I'M GAY."

Her grandmother speaks next. "Don't  talk to your parents like that!"

"Well then, how about I talk to you like that,  then?! Grandma, you know the truth! I see it in your eyes. You know what I am. What TJ is!"

"Amber! Calm yourself!" The older woman replies. "We are not going to discuss this! You have no idea what you are talking about!"

"Yes, we are!" The blonde explodes. Tears mixed with anguish and rage stream down her face. "I'm tired of not talking about this! I'm tired of pretending! You need to accept that you have two QUEER grandkids." She turns to her parents. "You have two QUEER kids." Neither of her parents look at her. Her grandfather stares at his plate. The only person staring at her is her grandmother.

In a calm, icy voice, the woman speaks. "You are a disgrace. This behavior is embarrassing and honestly I feel bad for you. You are so confused." Amber freezes, hoping her parents stand up for her but no one speaks. Tears fall harder.

No one, but Andi. Andi grabs Amber's hand. The younger girl says defyingly. "Amber is the best person I know. She loves harder than anyone I know. She puts her heart out there and trusted me enough to protect it." Andi smiles softly before her features contort to anger as she stares at the adults around her."She deserves the world, not a family who treats her like this. I never want to see her cry, especially at the hands of the people that should love her the most."

The room is quiet. Andi starts to pull Amber to the backyard where the boys are.

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Meanwhile, Cyrus had followed TJ outside. TJ slams his fist into the banister on the back patio. "Fuck. I messed up everything."

Cyrus comes up behind him and wraps his arms around the older boy. He rests his head on his shoulder. "You didn't mess up anything."

"Cy, I slipped up. They are all going to know." His voice cracks.

"You are fine, Teej. They are the ones who forced you to lie."

TJ looks down trying to hold himself together. Cyrus slips his hands off TJ so he can get to the side of him so they could look at each other, with TJ turning his body so they staring face-to-face. When he sees the fear in TJ's face and eyes, polluting every beautiful part of him, it breaks his heart. They both hear yelling from the inside. Amber is confronting the family.

"Oh god…" TJ says guiltily. "I just left Amber in there to deal with this. Now I'm an even bigger fuck up."

Before Cyrus could answer, they hear Andi defending Amber and TJ smiles if only for a moment. Cyrus whispers, "Hey you know the same goes for you too. You don't deserve to have your family hurt you. You deserve only love." Cyrus promises. Instinctively, TJ buries his face into Cyrus' shoulder as the brunette wraps his arms around TJ. 

Just then, Andi and Amber walk outside. Andi is holding onto Amber like she is trying to keep the other girl from falling into pieces. They step closer. "Cy?" Andi asks.

"Yea?" Cyrus whispers in return. 

"Let's get out of here. I think we all know they aren't sleeping at their house tonight." 

 

Cyrus nods. That night, all 4 of them had a sleepover at Andi's. They weren't sure on the plan for the next day. But that night, all that mattered was being together.

#andi mack #Tyrus #ambi #tj kippen #amber kippen #cyrus goodman #Andi #disaster gay TJ #disaster lesbian Amber #Amber is the lesbian queen who deserves the world.

[iamshurjohned]

No no thank you! :D this is very long. please forgive spelling and stuff, my phone is kind of dumb.

Till Death do us Part 

"This has got to top the list of ridiculous things you're willing to do for a case Sherlock."

John was scoffing at keys Sherlock was holding up to their brand new house.

"I am willing to do what it takes to catch this murderer. So far he's killed five couples. That's ten bodies John. And I'm livid because he's so careless and yet still illudes me. We must catch him out at his own sick little game."

"But what about us? We're the duo. The infamous Sherlock Holmes and his lacky writer friend John Watson. No one will believe we are married. "

Sherlock snorted and pocketed the keys.

"John, everyone believes we're in the closet. It won't be a far stretch to imagine us getting actually married in secret. I've even had a fake marriage license made up for us in case anyone questions it."

John groaned as he rubbed his temples.

"There's no talking you out of this is there?"

Sherlock smiled and wrapped an arm around him.

"No husband! There is not!"

"Well it's a nice house."

John set his suitcase down in the bedroom and frowned at the kingsized bed.

"Okay...which of us is getting the bed?"

Sherlock raised a brow at Johns question.

"Oh come on, i don't snore that loudly and i hardly ever sleep..."

John sat down and looked it over. It was big enough to fit four really. He wasn't sure why he was so opposed to sleeping in the same bed with Sherlock. The detective clearly didn't seem to care.

"Okay but i want furthest away from the window."

Sherlock nodded and was quiet as he read John's body language. Pulled into himself. Positioned away from him, looking at the floor, a frown that might be hurting his face it was so strong.

"John...is everything okay? "

Sherlock sat beside him.

"It's just not acceptable where I'm from Sherlock. You should have heard the fits over Harriet. They made me promise i wouldn't be gay. And now here we sit in a gorgeous rented home in a gated community, with a fake marriage license pretending to be a happy couple. I mean if they get wind of this I'll never hear the end...especially after..."

He bit his lip.

"Let's just say that for a time i was brainwashed. Which is part of the reason my sister and i have a bad relationship now..."

Sherlock took a deep breath and looked away, drumming his fingers on his knee.

"John, now may not be the best time to tell you this. But I'm asexual. And I'm romantically attracted to all genders. I just try to keep my thoughts to my work. Recently I've developed a crush on a man. That's why this case hurts so much. This man is tageting gay couples. I don't identify as gay but i am most certainly capable of loving a man. I need to put this man behind bars because people like him are why we can't come out. Why we hide ourselves. "

John slowly reached out and touched his pinky to Sherlocks hand.

"I realize now how wrong i was. My sister and i will never repair our relationship but i can do better to be more accommodating. I too realized recently that i have a crush on a man. And it's just very hard for me to accept myself. I don't believe in all that religious bullshit anymore but I'm still intrinsically afraid of going to hell."

Sherlock looked down at his finger for a moment before looking up at John.

"I'm very sorry John. I was raised very differently. That was a thought that never crossed my mind. I know that my family will be happy for me no matter who i end up with or don't. "

John nodded.

"I'm going to do everything i can to help you take this man down, even if i have to kill him."

The first night saw the two sleeping soundly. Sometime in his sleep John had wound up on Sherlock's side of the bed and only waking enough to move, he curled himself into Sherlock who wrapped an arm around him. When they woke John was extremely confused. He sat up and Sherlock woke as he moved. He looked up at John in confusion as well.

"John...i don't mind at all but...why are you over here?'

John shrugged.

"Must have done it in my sleep."

What he didn't say was that even in his confusion, feeling Sherlock's arm around him, snuggly tucked against the mans body, had felt nice.

"So husband. What should we do for breakfast? You know I've never lived with a girlfriend before so this is all new to me. "

Sherlock just lay there half dozing again.

"I suspect the murderer is a waiter at a cute little diner. So i think there is a good place to start."

He smiled as he realized what John had called him. It may not have been real, but it felt so nice...

The little diner was 50s American inspired and most of the people seemed very nice. They ordered and made small talk with the waitress.

"So how long you been together? You're super cute?"

This was where John was quite used to saying they weren't together, but looking down at the ring Sherlock had secured for him he smiled.

"About five years. Newely married though."

He took Sherlock's hand from across the table and watched his expression turn sort of dreamy. Was he the man Sherlock said he was crushing on? What were the chances that they'd be crushing secretly on each other?

Sherlock's smile turned and he quickly pulled his hand away as he noticed the enraged look on another server. The waitress frowned and whispered.

"Don't mind him. He's...well honestly he's pretty homophobic. He's out of here in a few minutes anyway."

John and Sherlock both looked at each other and a thought struck them instantly. Sherlock must have been right. But how to catch him?

"Have you been following the murders? We're trying to keep a low profile until the murderer is caught."

She gasped softly, eyes widening as she looked at something on her phone and recognized them.

"Yes of course. I completely understand. I'm new in the area and I'm looking for friends. Would you like to text me later? Meet up? "

John started to argue but Sherlock knew what she was doing and nodded with a smile, sliding his phone number to her.

"Love to. We can take you around if you like. Our friends are limited but they're good people. "

When they left, they chatted as they walked. Both of them noticed the man from the diner following them, seeing his reflection in car and shop windows. They acted as though they didn't notice, holding hands, walking almost lazily.

Suddenly there was pounding footsteps and Sherlock pulled John into the nearest alleyway, slamming him against the wall behind boxes and kissed him deeply. He then spun around and tripped the man and kicked him into the opposite wall. John was stunned, unsure what was happening or what to do.

"Sherlock?" 

The man stood and lunged but John’s soldier mentality kicked in and he sprung past Sherlock. in one swift motion he grabbed the man by the arm and swung him around, forcing him to his knees. He yelled out in pain as John slammed his head into the wall.

“you made a poor choice attacking a veteran you know.”

He struggled and Sherlock helped John restrain him before flagging for a cop. 

It took several hours to get through the paper work and giving statements, especially once the man began screaming obscenities at them from the back of the squad car. John was exhausted and shaking as they got back to their temporary house. 

“So is that it? that was the murderer?”

Sherlock frowned and shook his head as he sat on the couch, rubbing his face tiredly. 

“No john, unfortunately that was just a royal prick. it’s an odd coincidence i’ll say that. and one that has deeply upset me.”

John sat beside him and took his hand.

“you need to talk?”

Sherlock shook his head.

“just a little sleep probably. i know i was right. i know that’s where he’s picking his victims because they each had one of the business cards in their kitchen. they all had just moved here...but i don’t know who he is.”

John frowned as he thought back on the morning.

“What makes you sure it’s a man? what about the waitress? she seemed awful friendly. suspiciously so if you ask me.”

Again he shook his head, staring at the floor as if searching for some clue there.

“Men’s hair found in the hand of one of them. i neglected to tell you this before because i was afraid you wouldn’t help and Lestrade most certainly wouldn’t do anything like this...”

John sat back. perhaps he should have questioned it before agreeing, but Sherlock was so adamant about the whole thing. it became clear to John suddenly that Sherlock was scared and that he felt safer with him around. without even really thinking, he took a deep breath and pulled Sherlock into his arms. He was shocked at first, but looking into John’s eyes he rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. John sat there stroking a piece of his dark curls. Sherlock never stopped amazing him. his talents, his strength, and now his weakness. 

“Go ahead Sherlock. tell me. i won’t back out now.”

Sherlock didn’t move as he spoke finally.

“they weren’t just murdered, they were tortured. things i won’t even say. it seems he picked one, tied him up in the livingroom and tortured him until the other would come down. the last one managed to get a chunk of hair and he shot them both in the head before leaving. the thing i can’t understand is how he gets in. they must know him. but they can’t. no one has been in this neighborhood more than a week.”

he was startled by a text from the waitress and realized he hadn’t gotten her name. 

-Hey, I saw you guys talking to the cops on my way home. are you okay? i didn’t want to bother you but i was worried.-

--we’re fine but you’ll be needing a new coworker. he attacked us on our way home. looks like we caught our murderer.--

John looked up in confusion.

“Sherlock, you just told me it wasn’t him, and it can’t be her.”

Sherlock was silent a moment.

--by the way, i never picked up your name?--

-Maria. sorry, i guess i was a little star struck. but i can’t believe he attacked you! i’m so sorry! i never thought he could hurt anyone, i just thought he was really angry-

--it’s okay. but there’s a few things i need to clear up before we leave so if you don’t mind meeting us tomorrow for coffee?--

“No John, i said it was men’s hair. the murderer is a man but i have a hunch. please be careful if you’re on your own. i’ll die if i see you like them.”

John was so confused about his own emotions. he was starting to see Sherlock in a different light. he realized they’re relationship might as well have been a marriage. they were partners, they quite happily lived together, everyone thought they were gay when they first met new people. they spent time together and as John grew more comfortable he realized he didn’t feel a need for a lover. 

“Sherlock...something confuses me. this afternoon, you kissed me. now i thought that was for show but i realize that no one would have been able to see with the crates in the way.”

he sat up and looked John in the eyes.

“i have a confession John. i’ve been in love with you for years. but you’ve been so turned off by the idea that i was scared to tell you.”

John held his face softly and leaned close, brushing his lips against Sherlock’s softly. he was quite surprised how good it felt, sending shivers down his spine, even more so as Sherlock returned the kiss, deeper and more passionate.

“i guess it was just the wrong time previously because it’s really only been the last few months that i realized how i felt. i think i felt like this for a long time but i suppressed it. but going forward now that it’s in the open, i want to be with you Sherlock. the only things that need to change are where we sleep and things like this.”

Sherlock hugged him tightly as tears welled in his eyes. 

“this is a dream...”

he choked.

“it’s not.”

John whispered.

“you’re playing with me for the case.”

John ran his hand through Sherlock’s hair. 

“you know that isn’t true. it’s an awkward way to start a relationship i’ll give you that. come on. some sleep will do us both good. when we get up i’ll cook dinner and we can put on a movie.”

Sherlock nodded, begrudgingly pulling away. they fell asleep holding each other tightly.

John woke first around eight to see seventeen text messages from Maria on Sherlock’s phone. instantly concerned he read them. various lines begging for help and finally an address. he looked to Sherlock who desperately needed the sleep with the intent to go pick her up and bring her back there. 

when he got there however, she was nowhere to be seen and he instantly felt uncomfortable. he started to pull off but she stumbled in front of the car and he screeched to a halt throwing it in park. but he didn’t get out. he still felt like something was wrong. he rolled the window down and looked out at her.

“Maria?”

She appeared to be unconscious and he frowned.  his instincts were screaming at him to stay in the car, but what if the murderer were after her for some reason? what if it was totally unrelated and she was hurt? he was a doctor. how could he ignore her? with a heavy sigh he stepped out of the car and was instantly injected with something from behind. as everything grew fuzzy she stood up.

“This is the last pair okay? we have to make this one look like a murder suicide or we’ll get caught.”

John was gone after that, barely seeing a familiar face that caught him.

he woke to a tayzer to the thy. strong enough to inflict pain, not enough to really hurt him beside the contact burn that was likely going to show. he didn’t understand how but he was in the living-room tied to one of the dining chairs. Maria, if that was her real name, was nowhere to be found.

“shhh.”

the man whispered before kissing him.

“never thought i’d get a chance to meet you again. you’re famous now. i always suspected you and Sherlock. don’t worry, i’m just starting and soon your prince will come running down those stairs just like the others and we’ll play a little game.”

John couldn’t talk. he couldn’t yell or barely move. he swallowed the dry lump in his throat as his vision cleared. he was right though. he almost didn’t recognize the old collage roommate he had in freshman year. 

“i see you have questions so i’ll answer them.”

he tazed John again, watching with a smile as tears came to his eyes and he tried to scream.

“Here let me try...SHERLOCK!”

he nearly choked himself laughing as John struggled. he was backhanded with an angry grunt and winced as he felt his lip split. He shook his head as he heard Sherlock’s thundering footsteps coming down the stairs.

“JOHN?! oh god John!” 

He stumbled over himself but stopped dead as the man pulled a gun from his coat pocket and pressed it to Johns temple.

“no no, that’s not how we play this game.”

Sherlock fell to his knees, finding it hard to breath.

“this isn’t...a game!”

he laughed as he grabbed Johns hair and pulled his head back. 

“It is Sherlock. it’s a fun game. there’s one other couple that escaped me. can you figure out how?”

John was clearly in pain and Sherlock was near hyperventilating. 

“Do you want me to let go of his hair?”

Sherlock let out a gasp that sounded like a yes but the man moved the gun slowly down to John’s arm.

“Ah...ah...or do you want me to shoot his arm?”

Sherlock looked up, watching John heave in sheer terror.

“no don’t shoot him. please. i’ll do anything you want just please stop hurting him.”

The man stepped back, letting go of his hair and John locked eyes with Sherlock. surly the man had a plan? there was no way they were going to die like this. he was starting to regain control of his body but with that the pain intensified. his head was throbbing, he shuddered as his former friend undid the buttons on his shirt, slowly pulling it open before running his free hand up his chest, the other keeping the gun trained at Johns head.

“in case you think i’m joking...”

he fired into the ceiling, watching both of them jolt at the sound. 

John looked up and opened his mouth to speak but was punched in the side. 

“only he’s allowed to speak!”

Sherlock looked away. it broke him to see John like this. especially now that he had confessed what Sherlock had suspected for months. 

“what happened to you wasn’t your fault but you can’t do this to people Eric.”

he spun to look at Sherlock, finger slipping on the trigger and barely missing John’s head.

“no! you are not going to play those head games! nothing happened to me!”

Sherlock took a deep breath and looked up.

“you know John, and his sister, and their family...”

“i said stop or i will shoot you both RIGHT.NOW!”

But sherlock continued.

“please. i want you to really think about this. we are people. John fought in a war. he saved lives. he saved my life even when i wasn’t worth saving.”

John hung his head, scared to speak. 

“you’ve always been worth saving...”

Eric paced angrily.

“SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!”

“look what you’ve done to John. did he ever mean anything to you? is that how you treat a friend?”

he grabbed at his hair in frustration and shot a round into the floor at John’s feet.

“no! i wanted you to come! i didn’t want to do this to him! i was going to let him live! but he read your texts like a good little boyfriend and kept you out of harms way. it’s the same story over and over again. i wanted you to be different! this is supposed to be fun! you’re disgusting! punishing you is what i was called to do!” 

Sherlock bit his lip.

“if you didn’t kill all those people i would have pitied you. but then you had to go and get your wife involved. you won’t find the one you want because he killed himself in prison years ago. what you did is equally unforgivable.”

John looked bewildered between the two of them as he slowly caught on to what Sherlock was saying. 

“oh of course! we were drunk! it was a party! of course he had to take the easy way out!”

he aimed again at John, this time with the intent to kill and Sherlock bolted, grabbing the gun as it went off, hitting John in the shoulder once, and hitting Sherlock in the shoulder twice. John screamed as Sherlock fell back onto him, toppling them to the floor. Sherlock scrambled and threw the gun, the last bullet hitting Eric in the chest as it hit the floor and fired. it was just then that Lestrade and a group of Mycroft’s security men broke the door down. 

John woke to voices beside him talking quietly. Sherlock sounded distressed.

“Lestrade I need to make sure John is okay before i tell you anything. i just wish i could have stopped him. if i hadn’t gone to sleep...if i...”

John looked up trying to talk but they had him on pretty heavy pain meds.

“i’m...okay Sherlock...i think.”

Sherlock took his hand and John noticed the nightgown and bandages. he reached out with his left hand to gently touch John's face. Lestrade raised a brow at this sudden display but said nothing as Sherlock turned back to him.

"Okay, I'm sure John is wondering too. So here it is. Eric and John knew each other, dormed together in university. John was unaware at the time but Eric's first year was traumatic. A hazing gone wrong as the police called it. Naturally he was enraged. But about five months ago something in him snapped. I will probably never know what that is, but he decided to start killing gay couples because it made him feel better. His wife, the Diner waitress, would find couples with men who looked like his attacker. She would befriend them, and once gained their trust, would beg one to come save her from some imaginary trouble. They would arrive at the location she would give, they'd get out of the car and be knocked unconscious by a fairly nasty sedative. Now here's where i was confused. Studying the crime scene photos, it was clear to me that they had gone out and then carried in but how? Most people lock their doors. Well, i did some digging and found out that Maria's sister owns five houses in this neighborhood which she rents out. Of course she's the landlady and has keys for them in case she needs to fix something while they're away. Her involvement is unclear. But Maria would take the keys to the house the couple had moved into. She always targeted new couples in the area. Thats how she'd ensnare them. Hire a waiter to attack them on their way home, tell Eric who they are, where they were staying, where they were working...once inside they would tie one up, and torture them until their partner heard. Then they'd play stupid little, how well do you know your parter" games. Except the more the one knew and got correct, the more abuse the other would suffer until he got bored and killed them."

Lestrade shifted a bit as he took this in.

"So what happened to you and John?"

Sherlock frowned and released John's hand as an afterthought. Lestrade looked skyward for a moment.

"Sherlock, i don't care about what ever this is."

He made a wide circular gesture at the pair.

"I called on essentially the queens guard to help you get this guy, the least i could get is an explanation."

John closed his eyes and took Sherlock's hand. He cleared his throat and Sherlock handed him the water bottle beside him.

"I...made a huge mistake. And deep down i knew i was wrong but damn it, she appealed to my humanity. After Sherlock and i were attacked we went back to the new place and got a few texts from Maria. But they were suspicious to Sherlock. Well after we took a nap i woke up to hear Sherlocks buzzer go off. 17 texts beginning him to save her. They hsd planned for Sherlock to go but i didn't want to wake him. So i went. When i got there no one was to be seen. So when i started to leave, she suddenly fell in front of my car. Against my judgment, i got out of the car to see if she was okay. I know, stupid....but she looked really hurt. Of course i step out and bing, got a needle in my neck and I'm gone."

Sherlock frowned, squeezing his hand tightly.

"When i woke and found the texts, i assumed that's why he was missing. I heard Johns car pull up and that's when i called you."

He looked down.

"And well...i don't want to tell you anything after that because i was not okay."

Lestrade frowned and hugged him, making sure not to hurt his shoulder.

"Well he lived. He's under police watch. And we caught her as well. They'll never be a problem again."

They didn't make it to jail before a strange accident occurred that killed them instantly...

John and Sherlock recovered and much to John's relief they returned to the flat when they were released. They kept their separate rooms but John started sleeping in Sherlock's room. The two of them had a lot of healing emotionally to do but the relied on each other to get through.

John sat curled up on the couch under a heavy blanket and Sherlock sat beside him with an arm wrapped around him.

"Sherlock?"

John looked up at him.

"Hm?"

Sherlock ran his fingers through John's hair.

"I need to confess something. "

Sherlock raised a brow.

"Go on?"

There was a long pause and Sherlock squirmed a bit.

"I hate chick flick movies. I only watch them with you because you like them."

Sherlock outright laughed.

"John you should have told me sooner. I was only watching them for you."

John laughed as well and got up to grab the remote.

"Got any good war movies?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"Not really my genre. I like psychological thrillers. "

John scoffed at this.

"I shouldn't be surprised. Don't you know how they end?"

"Shut up and pick a movie."

John closed his eyes and picked a random one. Sherlock went to make more popcorn while John put it on. Once curled up together again, John fell asleep with a soft smile that Sherlock couldn't stop staring at. He adjusted them to lay down with Johns head on his chest and soon fell asleep as well, content at finally finding love.

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Seg x Adam headcannons - Adam taking Seg to Earth, and to Pride

Requested by the lovely @mersephesie . I merged your request with an idea from a friend, hope you don’t mind.

A/N- SPOILER ALERT as I have used a couple of details from the end of Krypton season 2, but not many. These is cannon-divergence and I’m ignoring Brainiac (as of now). Also Nyssa didn’t take the zeta device in this. Also I’m not even gonna try and say this is good, because it’s midnight and it’s probably shit. Oh well.

WARNINGS: homophobic slurs and very minor violence

It happened at the ‘party’ after they defeated Dru-Zod.

Adam was really drunk when he asked Seg “Do you wanna go to Earth with me?”

Seg just chuckled and replied “yeah, sure love.” As he basically dragged Adam to bed, by the jet-pack.

Adam asked the same question the next morning, this time more seriously. He actually wanted to show Seg Earth.

Seg didn’t even think twice before whispering “of course” to Adam, and kissing him softly on the cheek.

Then Adam tried to get up.

It didn’t work, and he fell.

Seg caught him, so all was good.

“Adam, I love you, but sometimes you’re the biggest bloody idiot I know.” Seg sighed with a smile “you’re gonna have to wear that hideous jet-pack, you know.”

“I can’t exactly wear a jet-pack into town on Earth.” Adam laughed.

“Then how will you ge-“ Seg was interrupted

“WAIT- Earth has a yellow sun, Seg, you will have superpowers.” Adam rushed as he sat himself up in bed

Seg shot up after that. “Superpowers? Like what?”

“Super-strength, flight, heat vision, invulnerability, super-hearing, just no name a few.” Adam smiled excitedly at Seg “you’ll be like superman!”

“Super-strength, eh? I guess I’ll just carry you around, like a parade.” Seg smirked.

Adam blushed at that.

Then he realised “we could go to the Detroit pride parade, if-if you like.” Adam stuttered as he asked.

“What’s a pride parade?” Seg asked. Adam almost laughed. Almost.

“It’s a parade to recognise an support LGBT people.”

“What’s LGBT?” Seg asked again.

“Wait, what do you call the-the non-straight and non-cisgender community on Krypton?” It was adam’s turn to ask a question

“Just regular people, really, there’s never been any difference between anyone.” Seg shrugs

“Wow. What a planet.” Adam sighs. Seg sees something that vaguely resembles pain in his eyes.

“What’s wrong love?” He asks Adam.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyways, wanna go to pride? We get to wave giant rainbow flags around, plus there’s music.” Adam smiles excitedly at Seg again.

“Only for you, love.” Seg kisses Adam through the words.

They zeta to Detroit, Earth, the next morning.

It takes Seg about 20 minutes to absorb enough yellow sun radiation to access his powers. It is, after all, a lovely sunny day. Perfect for pride.

They both just wear their normal clothes, but Adam convinces Seg to wear a gay pride flag as a cape. He also has a flag, but his is on a small pole.

Adam starts off in a wheelchair. He complains for the entire 20 minutes, until the parade starts and Seg picks Adam up and puts him on his shoulders.

“This is so weird. I can barely feel you. You weigh nothing.” Seg explains in wonder.

“Careful there babe, you could be breaking my bones without either of us realising.” Adam joked

Adam was extremely happy when he realised he could reach Seg to kiss him, even from atop his shoulders. The perks of being short.

“So this is Detroit.” Seg took in the skyscrapers and other city buildings around him “Looks pretty shit to me” he laughed. Adam laughed to.

They were having a great time singing and waving their flags as Seg carried Adam on his shoulders down a road crowded with people waving a variety of different flags.

“There’s never been anything like this on Krypton. I don’t think there ever needed to be.” Seg looked up at Adam briefly

Adam was about to respond, when some men standing to the side of the parade yelling slurs like ‘faggots’ and ‘fucking aboninations’ came into earshot.

Seg stopped walking immediately.

“Just ignore them, babe. They don’t matter, not today.” Adam placed a comforting hand on Seg’s shoulder “Besides, right now you’d punch their heads off before you even realise it. Superpowers, remember.”

Seg sighed and continued walking

“This is what upset you yesterday morning, Adam. Why didn’t you tell me?” Seg asked as they walked

Yes, Adam is still on Seg’s shoulders.

“ Because I didn’t think you’d wanna come if you knew how homophobic assholes like them can be.” Adam admitted in defeat

“Adam, I love you. I would’ve come even if you said we’d have to wear radiation suits with clown masks on top.” Seg paused walking for a moment to kiss Adam.

“I love you too, hot stuff. Thanks for coming today.” Adam replied before kissing Seg again

The parade finished half an hour later, at about 1pm

Seg put a once again complaining Adam back into the wheelchair before starting to head towards a quiet alley where no one could see them zeta-beam back to Krypton

3 guys followed them , calling out homophobic slurs

“Ingore them, Seg, don’t let them-“ Adam tried to stop Seg

“What did you call me?” Seg spun around to face the men

“I said, fag, I’m gonna knock your teeth out.” One of the men called out

“Seg-“ Adam tried to calm his now superpwered-boyfriend down

It didn’t work

“I dare you to try, fuckers.” Seg laughed and held his arms out.

All 3 men charged at him

All 3 men were left with broken hands as they attempted to punch an invulnerable Seg

“What are you?!” One of the men exclaimed, following the other 2 out of the alley

“Y’know, I really thought for a secon there you were gonna kill then accidentally. But that was strangely hot.” Adam smirked at Seg from the wheelchair

“I guess I should take your last name then, so we can both be strangely hot.” Seg resumed pushing Adam’s wheelchair

“C’mon we need to get outa here before anyone notices.” Adam’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red

They zeta-beamed back to Krypton after that.

It was late afternoon when they got back to Krypton. Time travel is quite confusing.

Seg and Adam relaxed on a couch by a window, amd watched the city hustle.

“Thanks again for comin’ today babe. Means a lot to me. Also, thanks for carrying me.” Adam rested his head on Seg’s shoulder

“Anything for you love.” Seg turned his head to kiss Adam.

“Although, I can’t say I won’t miss those superpower, even if I didn’t really get to try them all out.” Seg joked “Actually, I’d have to be careful with those powers, you might just implode.” Seg chuckled.

“You know- I’m not even gonna argue with that. It’d be so hot I’d probably dissolve.” Adam replied, already blushing slightly at the thought

Seg guided Adam’s face towards his own, and looked him in the eyes.

“You are so beautiful. I love you so, so much.” He whispered to Adam before gently kissing him on the lips

Then Seg stood up, carrying Adam in his arms bridal-style

“I also don’t need superpowers to carry you.” Seg smirked at his boyfriend

Seg carried Adam all the way to the bedroom

“I still have to show you the beach on Earth, you know,” Adam finally managed to speak “maybe by then, Val will have figured out how to make me walk again so I can teach you how to swim.” Adam smirked at Seg

“I’d love that. Thankyou for doing this for me, love.” Seg replied as he placed Adam on the bed.

“Just you wait babe, you’ll love the ocean.” Adam looked half-lidded at Seg “You’ll also love the swimware, but all in good time.”

“Not as much as I love you.” Seg pulled Adam closer, and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips.

That was probably crap but whatever :)

•Let it me know if you’d like to see them go to the beach!!

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[castalk]

Jeno e Jaemin (Nomin) - Relantionship analysis part 1

The analysis ended up way more big than I imagined, so I split in 2 posts. 

Reading some pages and forums I always found a discussion about Jeno, Jaemin and their relationship. People always discussing if it’s just friendship, just a ship, or if there’s really something real in that, and I really want to give my contribution to that ‘cause everything may come to add is good, valid and worth discussion. So here I go.

I’d like to start saying that it’s my opinion, and a speculation. I’m not affirming anything, I’m just saying my way of interpretation of things that really happened. You don’t have to agree, I only ask for respect.

Since when I got into NCT this two boys always caught my attention, first separately, and then together. I don’t know what’s more interesting in that group seriously, Taeyong and his fascinating self discover, Jaehyun and his journey of trying to put on a facade and failing, Mark and everything that he may be or may not be, or Jaemin and Jeno with their really blurred and questioning (for lack of a better word) relationship.

I want to talk about them individually first, to sustent what I have to say about the couple. Some “ship analysis” fall on the ground when you realize that they only act like that specific way with that person or situations. What I’m trying to do is explain why I think that Jaemin and Jeno have romantic feelings for each other so having a introduction of them separately is good to see them together better.

Starting with Jaemin.

We all know and agree that Jaemin is really good and seems to enjoy fanservice a lot. I always thought that this was the way he relied on to build his place in the group again. Jaemin was away from the NCT activities from more than a year, he basically debuted and was that. When he came back was in a moment where all the units were interacting together, the group was huge, and with other super charismatic members debuting at the same time he was coming back. So he had to do something to catch the fandom attention, make people like him, conquer his space and be close with his members. He is naturally positive, bright, extrovert, caring, lovely, sweet, touching and all, so I think this was really easy for him. That is not a persona he created to perform as idol, I really think is pretty much natural and comfortable besides all the fanservice things that we all know where resides because that just how he is, who he is.

Even before the debut Jaemin already were the boyfriend material kind of idol just like he is today. But I don’t think that everything that he says and does is fanservice at all (with the members). He seems way more to be type to take advantage of this to do and say things he wants without being taken too seriously, having this joking air, like “I’m doing this just for the fun. For the entertainment” The boy has a huge curiosity and very obvious interest in other boys and I think that this is a thing about himself that he started to explore now. Maybe he discovered that when he was in medical leave, maybe before, idk. The thing is that he lives surrounded by interest, attractive, beautiful and familiar boys, so the members are his material of experimentation and is quite interest and fun to watch.

He is really flirt and confident about it. We see him doing without shame with Jeno, Renjun, Mark, Jungwoo, Jaehyun… I said that he is experimenting flirting with the others members, but for me he seems to know what he is doing, and where he wants to go.

What I think is that he is trying to figure out is what type of boy he likes, how he wants to a relation to be (in all senses, romantically, sexually…). He knows he likes boys, he is confident about this. His experimentation is to found out how he wants to expresses himself sexually, what kind of boys he is attracting and wants to attract.

He seems to like to be more active, dominant, the one who takes a first step. He likes to make the boys flustered in every way he could think of, and have so much fun doing it. Jaemin, imo, gives this impression that he likes to be more on command, have the things under his control, the one that is causing an effect in the other. Just like when he out of nowhere said that he and Jisung were wearing couple shirts. Or when he said to Mark give him a kiss when his coming of age party happens.  Or 90% of the things he says and do towards Jisung (who is not very receptive of skinship). Him trying to kiss Jaehyun, and with Jeno (who definitely is his favorite “victim”).

Most of the time he is the one who starts the interaction, but when it’s not him, he always makes sure to give a response more intense and turn the “game” to his favor. And there’s a LOT of moments like this.

Jeno and Mark are the ones who get flustered more easily, so he messes around with them more. He also is really fond of Jisung but I don’t think that is nothing more than hyung-dongsaeng relation. And he is really closer to Renjun too. And more than just the things he says he has other ways to get in the hyungs.

Jaemin is really hard to fluster, he says a lot of cheesy things without shame while everyone is cringing, and do aegyo very easily. But there’s at least three times when he was really shakened. One was when he was keeping his face really close of Jungwoo’s, then Jungwoo suddenly turned and just blowed a kiss. The boy panicked. The second was with Jungwoo again, in a similar situation.

And the other was in “I love you game” when he lose just to look at Ten’s face, more precisely the way Ten looked at him (the video didn’t filmed Ten’s face, the other members imitated). He even stood up and was really surprised, nervous and flustered.

This two things made me more sure that he likes to have the control, to be the more intense one. The other way around make him nervous. But that doesn’t mean that he don’t like it at all, is just that is not what touch the right spot in him. And Ten and Jungwoo are the confident legends in the group, of course their game is strong.

So this is what I think about him, a boy who likes boys, he already gave a lot of signals that he is ideed attracted to boys and it’s not just a bromance things. He is comfortable with his sexuality, and now ready to found himself even more, leaning more towards his sexual desires and attractions. Is beautiful, shameless and already to live his best life. A healthy boy, thank god.

Now Jeno.

Jeno is a clouded one.  I’d say that he is in the same spectrum of Jaemin, but in his first steps. The same way that Jaemin’s actions are all over the place so are Jeno’s, but in a very chaotic and confused way. He is aware of his attraction towards men, likes to observe them, alone and when two interact -when they touch, flirt, keeps him very interest and attentive. He can be really immersed in the moment, smiling and enjoying but in the next he comes back to his “self conscience” mode.

One thing about him is that he came from a catholic family, was raised in this environment. But the point I want to touch is not that he holds himself for thinking in his religion. My family is catholic too, and thinking in this never stopped me in my discovery of my sexuality, I did it and never regretted. I know that’s not like this with everyone, but in his case I think that he maybe feel like this too, religion is not what holds him. Recently I found out that he told in a vlive that he was no longer catholic, so this added in my think that he is, in his pace, embracing his sexuality.

There’s one vlive where the boys told that when he’s home Jeno only play games. In the next video they commented that Jeno’s mom called him and scolded him after watched that video. So what I think that affects his comportment more, and makes him so aware of his actions when the things could become too “comfortable”, when he is letting being guide for his secret desires and he maybe give himself away is the fact that his parents watch the NCT dream content and he knows that.

He also is very timid and not good at voice out his thoughts and feelings. While Jaemin says I love you’s as if it’s nothing, Jeno can’t say this in a comprehensible way, for example. He is that type that uses jokes to say how he feels, never making himself so serious. Like in his card for Haechan’s birthday where he wrote that they knew each other for 6 (I think) years, had been through a lot, and them wrote “we know each other for so long. It’s enough, I don’t want more”. Or in lives, he complements the members and them says that he was reading a comment.

Actions like this are what makes me think that he wants to be braver and leave this shell where he is right now because he has so much love and care to give. And I can see him trying but still panics a lot and come back. He has some attitudes of a confident one, but in the next moment he has reactions of a panicked. He is soft, likes to hug the members, and there’s specific that are more close to him, like Ten (who is hyper sweet with him), Doyoung (who multiple times said that Jeno is his favorite NCT member and treats him like a son), Mark (the no jam duo), Renjun (who I think is the second closest to him, and a big source of support) and Jaemin (his best friend for years gay straight).

But there’s still a long way to him. It’s like I’m watching myself through him. And even if ours situations are different, I can tell that are a lot to organize, and comprehend.

But I think that Jeno wouldn’t be this confused, lost and caothic with discovering and figuring out his own things with it wasn’t for the fact that he -high possibly- has a crush in one of his friends.

Discovering that you like boys, at the age of 17, living a public life, coming from a conservative family, living in a homophobic country, and through and/or with feelings for a friend is just not easy. I can’t imagine how messy Jeno’s head is with all this put together. I think that he just not exploded thanks to his job making him focus in other things and relieve stress.

I just think that things for Jeno are really confusing and that makes him this boy with bold moments where he takes some initiative, but them regrets, like “what are you doing?”, and them back off, but can totally keep the interaction if there’s a limit (that maybe only exist in his mind to comfort and tranquilize him that “this” is okay, “more than this” not okay, your gay is showing).

What I conclude of him, till now, is that he is conscious of his sexuality and is trying to be comfortable with, find his right way of presents himself. It’s already too strong in him to be shut up, too pretend that is not there.  He already have a sexual expression too, that shows when he is with different members, so I conclude that he’ still not completely aware of it, but for what he knows he is already trying to take control. Jeno, imo, seems more submissive. He’s still scared to really get into the “feeling”, but when he does he is more likeable of lean on responding to a more intense attitude. He is almost like that boyfriend that doesn’t know how to say no. But that doesn’t mean he lacks in attitude. He takes some, but in majority is just to catch attention, to tease one response. The response he gets it’s what really catches his senses.  He “plays to be get”.

I hope you guys liked this. If there’s something that I’m lacking you can tell me with love to not hurt (lol). If theres something you want to ask, go foward! If you like this analysis part 1 and want to see me doing more, you can ask me to, I’d love that! 

Till the next one!

#nct #jeno #jaemin #nomin #jaeno #sexuality analysis #lgbtq idols

[drkoestersmithrpg]

This SHOULD be what I post tomorrow.  Perils

Inside the shower there was little talking.  Not that Tony was distant, he was just as affectionate in the shower as always.  Affectionate, and exhausted.  At one point he dropped the bar of soap and looked around for it, baffled, without actually looking down.

“Tony, when was the last time you slept?”

Giving up on the soap, Tony stood under the spray, looking up to think as he rinsed off.  “I was pushing 20 hours when I got on the plane.  I was working – I figured I’d sleep when I got home.  But then I got your note.”

“But that was last night…oh god….”

Peter picked up the soap and finished lathering up the man, then rinsed him off.   Then shampooed his hair and rinsed that off too.  Tony allowed it all with an amused but gentle look. Finally Peter was satisfied and led him out of the shower to towel him off.  Tony smiled silently, appreciative.  Still, the silence worried Peter.  Now they talked during sex, and that was good.  But did that mean they wouldn’t talk after?

They dried off in the absurdly large bathroom, then Tony took Peter by the hand and led him back to the bed.  He gently pushed Peter to lay down on his with a solid hand in the center of his chest.  Then he laid beside him, hand still on his chest, and looked into his face.

“You scare the absolute shit out of me, Peter Parker,” he whispered.  

“I…what?  What does that mean?”

“You wanted me to keep my mouth closed during sex – so I was safe then.  But then you wanted me to talk when I went down on you but mostly I couldn’t say more than yes or no because my mouth was full.  But now you want me to talk when my mouth isn’t full and that’s just dangerous.  Very very dangerous.”

“I don’t understand.  What…what are you going to say?  Where are you going?”

Tony was sitting up and looking very alarmed.  

“Tony, what’s wrong?”

“Oh shit.  Oh god.” His eyes were wide and he was looking around the room in horror.  “I messed up, I sat up to go drink.  You’re usually asleep by now.  Oh god this is it, is this it?  This is it, isn’t it?”

“This is…what?  Tony you’re not making any sense.”

“This is when I say the thing, and you leave.”

“The thing?  Tony…”

The man was sitting, completely naked, on the side of the bed, his feet on the floor, and his shoulders were beginning to rise and fall as his breath quickened.  Peter scooted up to him, slipping both legs and around him and wrapping an arm around the shaking man’s body, and combing fingers through his hair.  

“Your sleep deprivation is disrupting the connection between your amygdala and your medial prefrontal cortex…I appreciate that it’s making you very open right now but you’re also talking crazy.  What “thing” are you going to say to me to make me leave?  I know all your secrets.

“I know your Secret Identity; the whole world knows.

“And I know you like guys.  And you like bottoming sometimes – so hot times for me.  What do you think…hey…”  But Tony was standing and walking, unsteadily out the door.

“You have got to stop saying cryptic things and leaving the room!”  Peter demanded as he followed him, again, into the bathroom.  There he found Tony sitting on the love seat, gripping the edge with his hands, eyes wide.

“For godssakes what is this terrible confession??  Are you seeing someone else?”

Tony looked up him suddenly, so disgusted that Peter immediately apologized.  He climbed into Tony’s lap, linked his hands around the back of his neck, and spoke gently.

“Ok…ok.  You… have a crazy wife hidden somewhere in the penthouse and that’s why we can’t get married…no?  Your crazy first wife IS dead, but your equally-crazy MAID wants me to believe she’s still alive and in the last act she’ll burn the house down.  Soylent Green is people?  Come on, throw me a bone…I’m out of movies here Tony.”

Tony opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Ok, ok, ok.”  Peter racked his brain, tried to think about what parts of Tony’s life he didn’t know about. “Do you have an illegitimate son my age?” he ventured.

“Oh my god are you my father?  No, no, you’re right, that’s too Star Wars.  Ok, I’m out.  Please tell me what the thing is so we can just get some sleep.”

“How can you have dated me for a year and still not figure this out yet?” Tony shouted, or tried to shout.  His voice was breathless and broken.  “You want me to take off my armor and strip away the sarcasm and the humor and what’s left?  There’s nothing here but me.  And I’m not good enough for you!  You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m going to screw it up some day and say the one thing that makes you leave and there’s nothing I can do to stop that, and I’m an utter coward and I can’t live like this much longer Pete!”

He had Peter by the waist and had lifted him up, or tried to, and was now gesturing by shaking Peter’s body, weakly, back and forth. Peter easily broke away from his grip and pulled him close, stroking his head.  (Tony struggled, but what was he going to do?  He was sitting naked in his bathroom with a lapful of the Strongest Avenger.)

“So…wait…the thing you’re afraid of saying is…”

“The last straw.  I won’t know what it is until I say it.  But I will say it, Pete, I’ll say it and you’ll walk out on me and that will be the end of me.”

“Oh god.  This is just…existential angst?  Oh Tony, everyone has that.  Well, I imagine yours is epic…you could never do anything halfway.”  He kissed Tony’s head before he let go.

“Ok, I get it,” he said as gently as possible, stroking the man’s hair away from his face.  “You’re a superhero with super-sized angst.  I’ll give you that.  But you’re not a coward.  No more than I am.  I’ve spent all night trying to work up the nerve to…actually I’ve been working up the nerve for months to tell you this…”

Peter let his hands drop to his thighs.  He leaned back (as far as he could, sitting on Tony’s lap) and took a deep breath.

“Tony, we’ve got to stop trying to read each other’s minds.  Because we both suck at it.  I mean we do it great on the training fields at the compound and, ok, we do it really well in the lab together but wow, when we try to do it in this relationship?  We suck.

“You’re afraid to say the one thing that makes me leave and I can’t work up the gumption to ask you for anything, your eyes get angry and your nose does this little sniffle thing when you’re about to get really mad and suddenly I shut up for fear for getting kicked out the tower and never being asked back.  Do you realize in all this time we’ve never had an argument, ever?  We’ve never even had angrysex.  You’re right, this isn’t sustainable.  We need to make a decision.

“I had a very elaborate plan to get into your pants and it worked.  But I had no plans after that.  I had no idea you’d invite me back, or keep inviting me.  But it’s been nearly a year, Tony.  I need to know.  Are we…a thing?  Are you my boyfriend —partner -- significant-hero – whatever?  

“Because, if we are, Tony, then we can argue. You can say ‘the thing’ that pisses me off and I’ll get mad and yell at you, and then I’ll come back.  Like a couple.  The way couples do.”

“But what if you don’t?  No, baby, no.  It’s too much to risk…”

“Excuse me?

“Anthony Stark, the very weekend I announced that I was 20 years old and Gay was the same weekend of the Capture the Flag game. Do you remember?  You said my team won because I was pretending the flag was a giant dildo – in the shape of Fury’s penis.  

“Do you really think you can say something that would piss me off more than that?!

“Tony, Nat told me that dating you would be hard work, and she was right.  It is hard work, but it is worth it.  But we need to be working on it together and we can’t do that if we don’t admit that it’s happening!  If we are together, if we are a couple, if we are our own 2-Man Superfriends team…then you can say ‘the thing’ and, yes, it might piss me off but I’ll still be back.

“No, I mean it, I’ll prove it,” he said in a gentler tone. He took Tony’s face and leaned it back to look up into his.  “Open your mouth right now and say the most offensive thing you can think of, and I’ll prove to you it won’t make me leave.”

Tony blinked up into his face.  He looked stunned and helpless and fearful.  But all he said is “Your generation is too sensitive and you make it impossible to joke about anything.”

Peter’s lifted his eyes to the ceiling as he considered the statement.  Then he nodded.

“Ok.  Well,”

He patted Tony’s cheeks.  Then he squeezed his face a little between his hands as he said “And your generation was so homophobic you codified it so deeply into your language you don’t even realize when you’re being horrible, so I guess we’re even.

“Now that’s it – we’re official.  We are a couple, and we can officially get into fights now.

“Besides – that way we can have makeup sex.”

He kissed Tony firmly on the forehead and then sat back on Tony’s lap, smiling, proud of himself and what he had said out loud.

But his pride was somewhat dampened when he saw Tony’s pained face.   “I’m toasting self destruction but I have no scotch which is too bad because this is going to be legendary,” Tony whispered, and Peter’s shoulders sank.

“Oh god.  You’re so sleep deprived you’re incoherent.  Are you even going to remember this conversation in the morning?”

“I have no idea,” Tony said quietly, looking around the room as if he had never seen it before.  “Wait, c’mere.  I want to tell you something.”

Tony pushed himself free of Peter’s body and stood, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the bed.  This time he had Peter sit up in the bed with his back against the headboard.  Tony lay himself lengthwise alongside the headboard, his head in Peter’s lap.  Once he got comfortable he started to speak.

“A famous man once said, "We create our own demons.”  Do you know who said that?”

“No.  But let me get my phone and I’ll look it up.  Or you could just ask FRIDAY.”

“Nevermind.  I’m going to tell you a story.  It started in Burns Switzerland in 1999, Christ were you even born yet?  The good old days.   I never thought they'd come back to bite me.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

 He talked for two hours.  It would have been less but Peter asked many questions (but not as many as he wanted.  He put aside a dozen topics he was planning on googling later.)  He had heard many versions of the story, of how Dr. Killian had been the American behind the Mandarin attacks and the destruction of Tony’s house in Malibu, but he had never heard the story from Tony himself.

They changed positions many times, from the Psychiatrist-Couch position to spooning to sitting up on the bed to back to the Psychiatrist-Couch position (but reversed.)  Tony was just getting to the part where War Machine had saved the life of the Vice President when Peter stood, brought him a pair of boxer shorts, donned a pair himself, took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen.

“It’s 5 in the morning,” he announced.  “Time for breakfast.  If I get some food into you maybe I can get you to sleep.  But not until you finish your story.  I’m still trying to figure out how dissing a nerd in an elevator at a New Years Eve party made YOU to blame when he refrigerated your personal assistant.”

“Well…she was my girlfriend at the time.”

“That makes it better, not worse Tony.  We’re making omelets now.”

Tony obeyed.  “What does ‘refrigerate’ mean?” he asked, his head in the fridge.

“I’ll explain later.  I appreciate the connections you’re trying to make here, Tony, I do, but I don’t think this is as circular as you think it is.  Lots of rich people didn’t invest in AIM’s screwed-up think tank. He didn’t torture all their girlfriends.”

“But it was…it is.  Circular.  I made the demons myself…”

“No, sorry, not buying it.  I Was Rejected By Tony Stark In An Elevator?

“Worst.  Villain. Backstory.  Ever.”

“You know, I told this story, all of it, to Bruce,” Tony later admitted as they ate their omelets.  “He fell asleep early on.”

“Bruce?  The guy who had to be a hermit is as his main survival skill for, like, ages?  Bruce is a good man, but he’s not a good friend. I just mean he has a lot of guilt and pain in his life.  Not much room to invest in someone else’s.”

They discussed Bruce and the other Avengers as they moved the dishes into the sink.  But before they headed back to bed Tony pulled Peter into his arms and held him close.

“You’re the only one on the planet, now, who knows this story,” he whispered.

“Well, yeah, that makes sense,” Peter said with a tired grin.

“I am your boyfriend.”

[writeyourownlifestory]

Dealor/Hardzello Request!

Requested by @lettinggosthehardestpart

Ok how bout this, dealor and hardzzello double date except neither knows the other is a couple so they all try to hide how in love they are with their respective partners

All right, I did my best here. BASICALLY! Live Aid took place in the year 2000. More or less everything stayed the same. Dealor is mid-forties here; Hardzello is basically their same. Rather than a movie all about Queen (or really just about Freddie), Netflix is doing a special on Live Aid and each band has to be cast. This is Hardzello meeting Dealor to discuss their roles.

If this is trash, I apologize. I don’t normally do request because they’re far more challenging for me but I did my best. Enjoy? 

“What if they don’t like us?”

Ben couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the man beside him. Joe had been the anxious one in the bunch. More than Gwilym. Hell, even more than Rami, who was literally playing the lead singer of the band and the person who would have the most amount of screen time.

Ben wasn’t exactly worried. From what he has been told, Roger Taylor was a precious person and eager to have his younger self portrayed on the screen; even if it was just the Netflix screen.

“Why wouldn’t they? We’re handsome. We’re talented.”

“We don’t look a thing like them,” Joe argued as they turned down the street.

“We can’t all be clones like Gwilym and Brian. Look, all we have to do is play. I’ll be hidden behind the drum kit for most of the show and so long as you do that typical John Deacon styled side-step, you’ll be fine.”

“What if he hates my accent. He didn’t do a lot of interviews, Ben. It’s hard to get his accent right.”

“And that’s why we’re meeting up with them now, so we can speak to them and learn their mannerisms.” Reaching forward, Ben placed his hand at the back of Joe’s neck, his thumb rubbing up and down smoothly. “Relax love. You have nothing to worry about.”

Joe sighed, turning into the parking lot of the diner they had agreed to meet the two members at. They parked and sat for a few moments, just enjoying the privacy. “It’s gonna suck not being able to hold your hand,” Joe admitted with a sad smile.

They had met at the audition and chemistry test; the latter being something they obviously thrived on. They went for coffee and out to celebrate when they got the call that they had both been given the job. They had been together ever since though only a handful of people knew.

Ben didn’t like the idea of not being able to touch Joe the way he was now. So simple, so innocent and yet it meant a whole of difference to those who would actually care. Ben wasn’t going to think that Roger Taylor of Queen was a homophobe, how could he be when Freddie Mercury was the face of their band and lived so freely up to the day he died.

Still. They thought it would be good to keep their relationship a secret, at least for now. Once the film was shot, there would be nothing holding them back.

“This is utterly ridiculous,”

Roger rolled his eyes, a blond brow tipping up past his sunglasses to look to the man beside him. When Roger found out they would be featuring them in this new film all about Live Aid, he couldn’t help but be excited. It was a whole giant thing, with all unknown actors portraying these big-time rock stars. Roger was honored to be a part of it, especially since most of the proceeds would be going to Freddie’s foundation.

“Are you going to bitch the entire time or just until they show up?” Roger asked from behind his coffee mug. “They can’t exactly have a film about Live Aid without Queen. Not to toot our own horn, but we a big deal back then.”

“We’re a big deal now. Unfortunately.” John grumbled, him arms fighting over his chest.

Roger had been used to this attitude. With John absolutely despising the fame that came their way. All the while Roger loved it. Every single second of it. And that was fine. They evened each other out in that sense.

The band had more or less been retired for the past five years. After Freddie’s passing, they didn’t really have much of a reason to go on. John was perfectly fine with that and after a bit of a breakdown and the realization that life would still go on, Roger was fine with that too.

“No one is asking you to make a cameo, John. Just meet the guy playing you and give him tips. You should be honored that they even want anything to do with us. We’ve done all the miming, it’s not that hard.”

“I just don’t get why they’d want to make a movie about it anyway. Can’t they just do a documentary and use old footage?”

“If they did, then they’d want each band to sit down and talk about it. Half the people who performed there are either dead or retired.”

“Not you. Not Brian.”

“Nobody wants to watch a Queen documentary with only two members, John.” Roger rolled his eyes once more, focusing more on his coffee mug. “Look, they seem like good lads. All we have to do is tell them how to portray us and then our job is done.”

“Right. So should I inform this Mazzello boy that the weekly blowjobs didn’t begin until after Live Aid?”

Roger spit out the coffee he had been sipping, falling into small coughing. His blue eyes watered behind his glasses and he blinked again and again to dry them. “You are such a bitch.” He muttered quietly.

The two had been together for half their career, though nobody in the world other than a chosen few people were aware of that. Due to their retirement, they didn’t go into the public eye as much. Roger was more likely to do an interview, but even then he never answered any questions on his love life. He just spoke about music.

“Roger Taylor?” The blond looked up, finding another blond standing beside him. Besides that one there was a brunet or perhaps ginger, he couldn’t really tell, smiling shyly.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Ben Hardy. We spoke on the phone.”

Right. Hardy. That was the name of the one playing him. Roger had seen a picture of the young man and he had to admit, he was impressed. The man was hard more handsome than himself, though he lacked the boyish beauty that Roger had been known for.

“Right. Yes. Please, sit.”

The younger men came forward, going to sit in the seats across from them. The brunet smiled brightly, looking across the table to John. “Mr. Deacon? Joseph Mazzello — everybody calls me Joe. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

To his credit, John was polite as always. He shook the man’s hand and asked any question that was answered. Joe tried to make a joke here and there, pointing out little things like the hairstyle and the way John had danced during the performance.

“Just follow the beat of the music. I’m a free dancer. Just do what feels natural.”

“One perk about being behind the drum kit is not having to dance in front of millions of people.” Roger teased, pushing his sunglasses into his hair.

“We’ve watched the performance dozens of times. You’re unbelievable.” Joe insisted. “That hairstyle? The clothing? Everything about it is so iconic.”

“Get ready for the worst hairpiece you’ll ever have to wear.” Roger joked, laughing as John elbowed him in the hip.

“Is there anything you can tell us about that time that might be vital?” Ben asked carefully. “We haven’t been given the full script yet. Unsure if we have any lines or if we’re just doing the performance, but we’d like to know anything you could tell us.”

“Brian fucked up Princess Diana’s name upon meeting her. Not sure if they’re going to shoot that, but I’ll always cherish his embarrassment.” Roger confessed, sending a playful glance over to John.

“Were you dating anyone at the time? Any girlfriends behind the scenes?” Joe asked, looking up from his phone where had been typing out all the tips that were being given.

Roger and John exchanged a look, with John looking innocently stoic while Roger was just left smirking. “No, no. Mostly just hung out with one another.”

“You guys seem super close. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be in a band with your best friend?”

“You two seem to get along rather well.”

Joe cocked his head slightly, offering a playful smile to the blond beside him. Both males laughed, trying to brush it off as just being nervous around to rockstars rather than them being blissfully in love and trying (and failing) to hide it.

“Ah well, we passed the chemistry test with flying colors,” Joe admitted.

John hummed, watching the two ever so carefully. Joe had known that John Deacon was the quiet one in the band. So far opposite from Freddie Mercury himself, but he fit so well in that band of misfits. It was an honor to be playing him, even if the role itself was just a passing one.

“Thank you both for meeting us. We really didn’t know what to expect.”

“Who knows. If this takes off, they may call us back for a spin-off.” Ben suggested.

Roger threw his head back, laughing outright. “Could you imagine that, Deacy? A movie all about Queen?”

“Can’t imagine someone willingly going to see it be honest,” John mumbled, his fingers brushing with Roger’s under the table.

“I’d see it!” Joe proclaimed proudly. “I’d see it seven times. You guys are awesome.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, lad,” Roger answered, patting himself down for his cigarettes. “Perhaps we’ll see you around? We haven’t been invited onto set but I’ve always been known to crash a party.”

“That would be lovely, actually. Thank you again. Truly.”

The four men shook hands and said their words of thanks. Roger and John watched them as they went off, with John’s lips finally breaking into a smile. “Something tells me they’re going to play us rather well.” He concluded.

“Holy fuck, that was amazing!” Joe said as he jogged back to the car. “I mean, John is super quiet but that’s fine. And Roger! That guy is a legend. This is going to be fantastic.”

“What do you say? Takeaway and some good old fashioned tom-foolery to celebrate?” Ben suggested, stealing the keys from Joe’s pocket so he could drive.

“I knew I loved you for a reason.”

Roger pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, frowning when he found it empty. “Should we have told them about the quicky we had after the set?”

John snickered, shaking his head. “We’ll let them figure that out on their own.”

#fanfic #queen fanfic #dealor fanfic #hardzello #hardzello fanfic #dealor #fic request #hardzzello #mazzardy

[pressedonjess]

act 1 scene 1

In small towns you should be mindful of what you could become known for. If you want to become known for anything at all, that is. It’ll definitely happen if you want it to. It’ll probably happen if you don’t. Did you slip in the rain one time while running for the bus? Congrats, now every time you go outside in the rain, someone is going to yell ‘Watch your step!’ or ‘Hey, be careful now!’ with that annoyingly cheerful smile, maybe the odd finger gun. Of course, small townsfolk can have a selective memory when it comes to what they know about you, or at least what they’ll shout at you in the street. Have a month’s-long torrid affair with the neighbor’s husband, completely wreck two families and end up living in the one motel in town for weeks? They’ll all remember, but the judgemental looks will stop after a year or so has gone by. God forbid you ever fall flat on your ass in public though.

Jesse Preston was a torrid love affair and a slapstick public fall wrapped into one.

Or at least she felt that way. Ever since sophomore year before her first day at a new school, where the kids her age had grown up with one another since pre-k. Penelope Preston had sat her daughter down that Sunday night before school, told her

‘Everyone’s gonna be watching. Doesn’t matter whether you stick with the crowd or cartwheel down the hall. They’re gonna see you either way. But you get to choose what they see.’

Penny Preston was cheesy as hell, but she’d never been one of those stage moms you see on Toddlers and Tiaras or whatever. Penny always encouraged her children to be themselves and to be loud about it. Both of her kids were super queer to some degree, and she had provided them with an environment where there hadn’t been a need for a nerve-wracking ‘coming out’ event. They just were. Mika Preston blamed the regular viewings of Rent for their gayness.

Of course, fifteen-year-old Jesse Preston chose to ‘cartwheel’. Terrified though she may have been, Jesse let her blonde curls go as big as they wanted, stole her brother’s star-shaped pink-tinted sunglasses and her mom’s fur lined coat and strutted down the hall to first period on that Monday morning, channelling her inner Penny Lane from Almost Famous and Maureen from Rent rolled into one. Over the months, drama club followed, as did afterschool art class, volleyball, and marching band. The youngest Preston had many items on the list titled: Things to be Thankful to Mom For. Somewhere near the top would be a thank you for not moving with her two queer kids to one of the many small towns that are outrageously homophobic and racist, because Jess sure did exercise her rights as a young queer woman. Or at least she tried to.

From reasonably early on Jesse knew she was pretty in the conventional sense. She had the blonde hair, blue eyes and legs for days going for her. When she hit sixteen and junior year, her new kid in school novelty had long since worn off but the nervous interactions and glances didn’t stop. Only problem was, she didn’t know what to do with it at first. 

She’d always been a smooth talker. Talked her way out of a speeding ticket that one time when her flight touched down late and she didn’t want to miss the town’s new year fireworks display. Schmoozed her way into the leading role of the high school production of The Twelfth Night so she could ‘rehearse’ with the girl playing Olivia. But the moment someone reciprocated – who wasn’t acting opposite her – Jesse Preston the confident wannabe leading lady turned into a blushing stuttering mess. It led to rumors of her liking girls but no one being completely sure, because there’d never been a relationship for the students to see and gayness to quantify. So all the boys bar the extremely confident one or two stayed away, and the girls… everything with the girls happened under bleachers or in dark unused rehearsal rooms.

Ten years later, after burlesque classes, several stage productions under her belt and now a debut album… it was more or less the same deal, only the stakes were different. There had been dates, which sometimes led to making out, one time led to a relationship. Nothing that lasted.

These days Preston had all the outward confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted and was good at getting it. In reality, she was the woman who needed a shot of Dutch courage in most high-stakes social situations, and even before the one thing she was best at and supposed to be most comfortable doing: being on stage. An extrovert bordering on exhibitionist who also happened to have stage fright? Typical.

So Jesse deployed an artistic approach to the armor she wore. An application of richly pigmented pink or red powder along her cheekbones and up toward her temples meant that girls could go ahead and make her blush. The bright colors and statement fashion choices meant that the attention she invited was hers to command. Even in a room full of people, most of which she didn’t know but who knew her Preston could feel the nerves pulling at the base of her spine.

She hadn’t been home for an extended length of time in around a year and a half. She was in the process of making a name for herself, so now that was what the town knew her for. Not little Jesse Preston the new girl, the theater kid, the enthusiastic volleyball player. Now she was a singer. Now there were expectations. All the thirty-somethings in town had heard her voice on Grey’s Anatomy, for shit’s sake. There was no turning back now… but she kind of had.

It was the wedding of some local high school sweethearts. She had been roped in by her friend Benji, one of the groomsmen who’d offered his services as ‘behind the scenes’ wedding photographer and hers as the wedding singer. She’d done her part, finished her set about an hour ago, providing her voice for the first dance. It had been an honour, she supposed. Most people settled for the DJ, they had asked for her to sing ‘their’ song live, the one that meant something to their love and the one they wanted to remember dancing to as a newly married couple for the rest of their lives.

Benji approached her as she leaned back against the bar, almost done with her second cosmopolitan but nowhere near finished her perusal of wedding guests on the dancefloor, or sat at the tables surrounding it.

“Are you gonna?” He reclined on his elbow next to her.

With her finger pressed absently to her chin, Preston angled her head towards him, not peeling her eyes from anything in particular. “Hm? Gonna what?”

Benji stepped in closer to her, she could feel his springy curls push against her cheek as he directed her gaze to where he must have assumed she had been looking already. Following his finger, she immediately found who he meant.

“Subtle.” Preston pushed Benji’s arm back to his side. It was hard to get a good look at the woman from the bar. Every now and again a dancing body would get in the way, or the light would hit her a certain way that would obscure her features. Preston couldn’t tell whether her hair was purple or blue. When the reds of the lights hit her, her hair shone almost metallic grey. It was a wonder Preston hadn’t noticed her first. Alas, Benji had. “Please,” she gestured with her glass, “by all means.”

“Oh, no no, no,” he immediately contradicted her, encouraging her to face him with a tug on her elbow. “Why do you think I called you?”

Preston complied, turning to lean forwards against the bar now, making sure the surface was dry where she folded her arms on the counter. “To hear me sing Sara Bareilles songs?”

“To be my wingman, man,” he corrected. His eyes shifted from Preston to the mystery-colored-hair woman and back. “Reel her in for me.”

Preston scrunched her face in response to the term, “Ew, she’s not a fish,” chancing a look over her shoulder. She couldn’t see what the woman was drinking, or even tell if she was with the people at her table or just occupying a chair. Nevertheless, she waved the bartender down and gestured at her near empty glass for another with a smile.

“Mm,” she conceded around her glass, finishing the last mouthful. “You obviously need the help. As if you don’t owe me enough already, Benjamin.” She smoothed down the fabric of her jumpsuit, making sure the tit-tape was still doing its job in keeping the edges of the low cut ‘V’ in place. The more modest dress she’d donned for the earlier part of the reception had been abandoned the moment she’d finished her set and the party was in full swing. “Alright,” she breathed, “The things I do for you.”

“Wait,” he caught her arm again, reaching up to fix something in her hair. She’d pinned it up since the performance, shoved three of the red roses from the centerpiece of the tables into her hair to make a head wreath. Matched her cheeks. “One of your flowers was coming out. There.”

“Aw,” she patted his cheek, “Might be hope for you yet. I’ll be back,” she gave herself a quick once over in the mirrored back wall of the bar, catching herself between the bottles and glasses. “Get a drink, stay there, look mysterious and aloof, but approachable.”

“You do know aloof literally means unapproachable, right?”

Preston waved him off over her shoulder to begin carefully meandering through the dancefloor towards the woman, expertly keeping her full glass from spilling. Once she was a few paces from her target, Preston glanced about to make sure she wouldn’t be interrupting something already in progress when she made her entrance, but she didn’t much care if she was.

Pulling up an empty chair into the space beside the woman, Preston first sat her glass on the table between them - close enough to the woman that it could be seen as an offering, but still within reach in case she didn’t want it, or in case one of the glasses of varying levels already on the table was hers.

“Hi,” Preston regarded the woman, injecting as much charm into her red-lipped smile as she could muster. Resting her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand, she inquired “Are you single? Are you single at this wedding? Wow,” She sat up straight, let the hand that was supporting her head fall to the table. “That totally sounded like I’m trying to sell you something. Hi,” she took a breath, offering her hand to the woman as she started over. “I’m Jesse Preston, and this is my attempt to wingman for my friend over at the bar there. I’m usually better at this."

[hunterguyveriv]

An Old Voltron Fan’s rant

A Voltron-Old Timer’s unapologetic rant on certain factions of fans:

So it has been a week since Season-7 dropped and as a fan of the original Voltron since that fateful day in September, I have grown to love anything Voltron that is made and grow sad to see it’s inevitable end looming on the horizon. That being said some factions new fandom members have gotten really tiresome and annoying to the point that they need to grow up. Somethings you all may not agree with, but this is my view of the fandom.

I normally don't do anything like this but seeing nasty posts, posted to voice actors *referencing a particular Klance fan*, and to @bext-k and anyone else associated with Voltron: Legendary Defender who may be on Tumblr, I want to apologize for that part of the fanbase, you should not be hassled or have to write a letter apologizing for “apparent queerbaiting.” but I have to speak my mind, on the whole, the issue. As an old-time Voltron Fan, that person and his friends/supporters DO NOT speak for me! And if you are one of those who does happen to be in the LGBT Community and still loved everything about the season or disliked it but didn’t go to such extremes like some have, then this need not apply to and for that, sorry you have to see such ugliness from this post.

Over the seasons I have heard of the nastiness fans have had about certain things “needing to appear in “Voltron: Legendary Defender,” but then I saw it after Season first hand from a fan who proudly posted his nasty posts to a Voice Actress of the show. To that person and people like him, who the hell do you think you are? I understand that you are “UPSET” about many things reading through your childish “look at me” posts.

First let us take a look at the definition of “Queerbaiting:”

Queerbaiting, according to a definition I found is: “the practice to hint at, but then to not actually depict, a same-sex romantic relationship between characters in a work of fiction, mainly in film or television. The potential romance may be ignored, explicitly rejected or made fun of.”

Besides Shiro's flashbacks where else are these hints in the series? Can you list each and every instance which hinted to 2 male characters or 2 female characters hooking up? So a male character hugs a male character repeatedly so what? So male characters smile at one another, or hug, or cradle an injured person in their arms. We as humans do that in general because we are an affectionate race. That has nothing to do with "queerbaiting." Some may source “well Keith and Lance are always paired together on missions.” Yes, it’s to get them to quit getting at each other’s throats an congeal as team members both in and out of combat. Those are instances and occurrences that does not certain characters are or will be gay.

So you didn't get what you and so many others wanted, that doesn't mean you have to be a little child about it and be nasty about it! I wanted Keith to be Native American, even civilly requested it, because my people need more representation in the media, but you know what? It would be nice, even though it doesn't seem like it will happen, I still enjoy the series. Which by the way, speaking representation, did the LGBT community request or demand representation for the Native American community? How about the mentally handicapped, Jewish, Muslim, or countless others? When is too much representation too much that it damages the show?!

If you want all the representation or headcanons you want in the world start writing your own fan fiction and post it on websites like Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, or even DeviantArt. Just don't act like a pathetic little child and throw a hissy fit because you didn't get what you want. It’s called life, you don't get what you always want.

I admit I was a bit perturbed that they, the showrunners, first revealed that they made Shiro gay. Mainly because it seemed like the LGBT representation was being forced down everyone's throats just to appease those who “ship” him with male characters. But you know what I for one am glad we got what we got from Shiro & Adam. And I know some of you are going to and have said before “But we deserved to see Shiro and Adam reunite!” NO WE DON’T!

1, Shiro and Adam were broken up, because Shiro went on a mission that he needed to prove to himself that he can do. Adam even said so himself!

2, Adam dying is something that happens in war, especially war where a less prepared race goes up against a more advanced civilization. And if you take issue because him dying because he was involved with a primary character then you might as well stop watching a bunch of series, because it happens ALL THE TIME!

3. It showed that Shiro even though they were broken up was regretful and still had to focus on liberating Earth from the Galra. He had no true time to mourn yes, but in times of War, you generally don't have that luxury to do so. You have to continue the fight until it is over.

4. As some have even suggested, his death helped focus Shiro during a time he himself wasn't sure about himself.

Another thing, yes representation of Native Americans would be nice, but what would it have to do with the story before and after the reveal of a Native American character? NOTHING! What does Shiro/Adam or even Zethrid/Ezor have to do with the story from the 6 previous seasons and anything made after Season 7? NOTHING! What would having a Muslim, Jewish, Hindu, mentally handicapped character have to do with the story before and after the reveal? Once again NOTHING!

The whole drive of the show is “War is Hell.” Hell on those oppressed, hell on those fighting it, and hell for those left behind, and hell for those who survive. Sure some budding romances will result from it which I am about to go into, but this, in a cartoon about a giant robot beating the shit out of monsters, other robots, and evil alien ships, should be the ONLY representation that should be focused on. Not ones to make you feel all hunky dory on the inside or accepted. The showrunners know what they are doing, but if you think you can do better then please, by all means, purchase the rights to Voltron and make your own version. War is not a sugar coated thing where everyone lives happily ever after if you want to continue believing that then go back to watching your anime shows made for kids like Pokemon, Dragon Ball/Z/Super and leave the more thoughtful series to the adults. ANd if there are some fellow old timers here with me, they are more than likely to agree.

And if you think I am being homophobic I’m not. I have been questioned my own sexuality since 1992 but had to keep under-wraps because of family or where I live. I am happy they - the LGBT community, got their representation for what it was, but I am just fed up with the whole issue being forced down our throats.

Now onto the couples thing… pairings/couples/ships WHATEVER!

Now this whole “ship/shipping” thing... it's nice/new/bizarre/and downright stupid to me. Back in my time, we didn't call potential couples “ships” or went batshit crazy over something that looked like a character was crushing on another when there is nothing there. The fan fiction and fan art is spectacular and in most cases breathtaking, but in recent seasons it has really gotten out of hand with Voltron. The whole Sheith issue, only “shipping Keith with other male characters, praising pairings while condemning others.

Speaking of which, why is it okay to “ship” Lotor and Allura together even though he used her, but it's not okay to ship Keith and Acxa together or Keith and Romelle together? And don’t you dare say its because “Keith is clearly gay/bi” or that “shipping him with anyone else besides Character X is toxic” excuse - because those excuses have gotten stupid, old, and annoying. But I’ll wait for you to give me one nice solid instance...

So he smiled at Lance after they captured Sendak and Lance said: “We make a good team” that doesn't mean anything, so he smiled at Rolo that could very well be a reference to The Walking Dead because both VAs at the time were from TWD, so he hugs Shiro... So what! Speaking from experience Brother-Friends do this. He and James looked at each other when he returned to Garrison Base - and your point is? They never really liked each other to begin with. “He hasn’t shown much interest in the opposite sex,” um excuse me have you watched Season 1 episode 3? He was always smiling towards Allura. Plus have you ever took into consideration that maybe because he was secretly struggling with inner demons, demons Shiro only knew about, that maybe he just didn't want to get involved with anyone until he feels ready too or that maybe those he knows just doesn't interest him?

For all, we know Acxa maybe that one character that interests him over Allura, Romelle, Pidge, Nyma, Olia, or any other character with the exclusion of Krolia for obvious reasons. Let's state the obvious, she is the first person he meets face to face (eventually) who is a Galra-Hybrid, someone like him who he has the potential to connect with better than his Galra Mother, the Blade, or even the Paladins. And believe me, being a mixed blood myself sometimes it is a lot easier for us in this situation to connect more, we know things that those who aren't in the situation feel. They seem to be looking out for each other, regardless of whether it goes against their current allegiances at the time. And I for one support the idea of him hooking up with Acxa or even Romelle for the sake of argument over the Paladins for my own reasons. And yes that is coming from an old-timer who used to believe “If it is ANYTHING Voltron then it has to be Keith and Allura. That is the way of it, the way it has been, and should always be” up until Season 2.

Now really address the whole claim “Keith isn't interested in women, so he is gay" or “when confronted by the former general taunts he says ‘Can’t we just fight!’ means he is gay” posts when taunted: Have you ever considered that during an intergalactic war, that maybe if he were interested in someone like Acxa, he wouldn't want the enemy to know? Best way to cripple your foe is to target and exploit his or her weakness, and there is no greater weakness to someone than those who hold their heart. Whether it is lovers, parents, siblings, and so forth. Season 6 is a great example of Haggar exploiting it because Keith loved Shiro as a brother. Zethrid and Ezor knew Acxa had a thing for the flippity hair paladin and tried to exploit it and nearly succeeded.

Exposing your enemy’s one true weakness is one thing that is a constant in shows like this, you all should know this and shouldn't have someone point it out. Guyver-I and Mizuki Segawa, Batou and Motoko Kusanagi - since he clearly has a thing for her, Raphael and Mona Lisa of 2012 TMNT series, Superman and Lois Lane, Shiro Amada and Aina Sahalin, Krolia and both her mate & baby Keith, Swamp Thing and Abby Arcane, and so many others! Even Sonic the Hedgehog’s weakness prior to all the Sonic Adventure tie-in comics was Sally Acorn. Each of their enemies has tried to and have exploited this weakness in an attempt to achieve victory. So just because someone doesn't react to taunts like “Oh it must be true love” the way others may have, DOES NOT mean they are gay. Especially if they are part of a warrior class, they may exhibit some feelings for one another out in public or with friends but when they are alone they are free to be themselves.

Now I am not saying you can't “ship” characters with who you want, but if you see things you don't like just don't post things against it. Dial it back a bit for crying out loud. I don't like the idea of Sheith, Klance, or LoKei, Huneith but you don't see me bashing it or saying “Keith is obviously Heterosexual” or some shit like that. I scroll past it. To my understanding from scrolling through Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook - before admins started to crack down on them, making a post like that is just as bad as posting hateful comments on posts supporting a particular pairing.

And to say things like “Well if Ship-X or Ship-Y becomes canon I am done with the series!” Well, you know what I say to that or those who think they are entitled to something? There’s the Voltron Door, don’t let it hit you on your way out! The series has lasted 30 plus years and will continue to do so without your entitled ass. Sure there are things that were done that I didn't like, but it is not worth sending blackmail/death threats to those involved or being nasty to those involved that it prompts the showrunners to issue an apology letter just to make you feel good about your nastiness.

In my opinion they, the showrunners, should never have apologized in the first place for all your hurt little feelings. The one thing THEY SHOULD apologize for, in my own opinion is ending the series (WHICH WE ARE LUCKY TO HAVE AFTER EVERYTHING NEGATIVE THAT HAS HAPPENED) so soon if indeed Season 8 turns out to be the final one! I’d have like to see it go for another 5 more seasons while bringing in the Vehicle Voltron now that Earth has literally become part of the “Galaxy Alliance,” and is now a prime target with Voltron there. Yes, I say Galaxy Alliance because Earth and the Galaxy Garrison are now part of the Voltron Alliance/Coalition.

Anyway, sure I had my frustrations and joys with Legendary Defender as an Old-Time Voltron fan but I still enjoyed it immensely. And regardless of what happens in the next season (whether it continues or not) and after I look forward to anything Voltron. And for those who keep in mind: there is ALWAYS the next series! 2011’s Voltron-Force was well received for a time but faded into the distance for Voltron: Legendary Defender. But with the nastiness of certain fans, we ALL must prove we deserve any more seasons, a newer series 5 to 10 years down the line, or an animated or live-action movie.

Well this is the end of my rant, like don’t like, applaud or get offended by it I don't care, this is how I see the actions of a certain few of this fandom effecting the rest of us who enjoy the series for what it is and not what we want it to be.

#Voltron #voltron legendary defender #shiro #keith #lance #pidge #hunk #allura #coran #mentions of lotor #mentions of kacxa #mentions of komelle #romelle

[ohnoitsgay]

You Ready?: Fake Dating AU

“Michael!” Jake calls as he runs down the school’s halls. He’s taken advantage of running as much as he can this last month, since before his legs would always collapse underneath him.

“Yes?” Michael asked, turning away from his locker. Ever since the play Michael has been hanging out with the popular kids often. They were decently nice after the Squips were gone and all, and he has dropped his guard on all of them except Chloe.

"Dude," Jake stopped, taking in a quick breath, "My parents are coming into town." He said, leaning against the lockers.

"And?" Michael asked. He thought Jake didn't like his parents, you know. For all the emotional trauma and trust issues they left him to deal with.

"They're homophobic, you gotta pretend to be my boyfriend," He said, looking down at his shoes at his statement.

"Wait- what? Why?" Michael asked, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"You know, as a fuck you for everything they did to me. Can you? Please?" He asked, looking desperate, and Michael couldn't say no.

"Fine," He mumbled, and Jake bounced up with a smile.

"Thank you so much!" He practically yelled, hugging Michael tightly. "Oh!" He whispered, pulling back, "Are their things you're not okay with, like where do you draw the line, since we have to pretend to be a couple and all..." He said.

Michael was touched that he cared so much about his feelings, honestly. None of this was helping his hopeless crush on Jake. "Um... Don't like, touch me super sexually... Please, but um- you can kiss me if you want... JUST BECAUSE WERE FAKING AS A COUPLE! Faking for your parents -as-as id we are together and all... Yeah." He ended awkwardly, his face flushed red.

"Okay!" Jake laughed. "I'll pick you up after school. I want to be the best gentleman for my boyfriend," He drew out the last word, ruffling Michael's hair as he turned to leave. "Meet here after last class, bye Mikey!" He called, not seeing Michael blush even harder, id that was even possible.

"You guys were quite loud about that," Jeremy said nonchalantly, coming up behind Michael.

"F-Fuck off dude," Michael mumbled, playfully hitting Jeremy. Jeremy knew about his crush, and would never let this go now.

-

Michael was already out of his seat the moment the final bell rung. He rushed to his locker and grabbed out his bag, throwing his school items in it. Michael ran his hand through his hair in hopes that it didn't look a mess.

"Hey," Jake said, strolling up to Michael.

"Hi," Michael squeaked out, looking up at Jake.

"You ready?" He asked, and Michael nodded. Jake lead Michael out to his car, and Michael was glad he hadn't driven himself to school that morning.

They drove in silence, but somehow it wasn't awkward. Or maybe it was and Michael didn't notice because of how loud his heart was beating. 'Could Jake hear it?' He wondered, but never asked, nor did he get an answer.

By the time they pulled up to Jake's new house, Michael felt like a reck. He a Jake both got out of the car, but Jake walked over to Michael quickly.

"You ready?" He asked for the second time since school hand ended. He held out his hand, waiting for Michael to take it.

"As I'll ever be," Michael responded, taking Jake's hand into his own and walking beside the taller boy to the door.

Jake opened it with his keys, not once dropping Michael's hand. God, if Jeremy was here right now he'd be making fun of Michael so much at this moment. But, it would have been payback for all the times with Christine so Michael understood it.

"I'm home!" He calls, not bothering to take off his shoes as he gently pulled Michael further into the house. He took a turn and in front of them was the kitchen where a man was sitting at the table.

"Oh, whose thi-" Jake's father started, not even caring to great his son but his words fell flat as his eyes dropped to Jake and Michael's intertwined hands.

"This is my boyfriend, Michael," Jake said with a smile, kissing Michael on the cheek. Michael blushed for the billionth time that day, not making eye contact with Jake's dad.

"H-hey Mr. Dillinger,” He mumbled out, looking at Jake.

“Hi.” Jake’s father said flatly. Oh boy, this was going to be a fun evening.

#pins and patches #bmc #jake dillinger #michael mell #be more chill #my writing #my work #fanfic #fanfiction #fake dating au

[ostrich-on-a-rampage-blog]

Idk if your taking writing requests but like if you are could you do modern jackcrutchie being cute in public but then they deal with some jerk being homophobic or something?

TW: Homophobia, homophobic slurs

The painting may have been nearly a decade old, but its colors remained just as vibrant as the day after Jack had painted it. Russet browns stretched down the canvas, darkening with deep, expansive shadows. Gentle shading had added definition to the stone face, illuminating nooks and crannies, dark with mystery. Faded red slashed across the stone, an eternal reminder of eras past. The base of the Canyon lay black with death, and destiny. Even despite the thick darkness, small outlines of boulders and crevasses dotted the edge of the jutting walls.

At the base of the Canyon, a faded olive river crawled, winding its way deeper and deeper into the ground. Erosion lined the river’s walls, gouges of eons and eras long gone. Gone, but never forgotten, as the century-old sun shone light onto the past. Only the smallest white smudges could distinguish the rapids that seemed impossible in the sluggish river from the height of observance.

The sky above the Canyon was soft with thin, pink clouds. The setting sun, barely visible over the Canyon edge, had turned the sky a brilliant gold, with light orange undertones. White-bright sun rays extended upwards toward the clouds, washing out some of the soft golden light. The top of the sky was already darkening into a deep indigo that bespoke of eternities swirling into the distance. Shadows dipped beyond the Canyon walls, stretching beyond the dwindling sun rays.

It wasn’t a fabulous painting, by any means, and Crutchie knew that Jack’s skill had far improved since that day, many years past, when Jack had brushed frustration and defiance onto a canvas. Crutchie had half expected the painting to be rushed and sloppy, dark colors slashing into each other in a battle of dominance. It wasn’t like that.

Each small stroke, each scratch against the canvas evoked memories of one short vacation. One moment that stood out in a lifetime’s worth. One moment when it all made sense, and nothing else mattered. There, in each crack of the Canyon wall. There, in the fading clouds. There, in the brilliant sun rays that streamed across the plateau of the Canyon. All bespoke of a time where it all mattered.

To Crutchie, it was the most beautiful painting.

“So, what do you think?” Crutchie asked, unable to keep the smile out of his words.

“I think that you are the best boyfriend that has ever walked the planet,” Jack replied. His voice was soft with awe and Crutchie felt himself melt a little bit–which was, surprisingly, not related to the brain-numbing heat that seemed to radiate off of each surface.

“I know it’s no Santa Fe,” Crutchie began, “but I hope it still manages to impress you.” It had been as spur-of-the-moment as Crutchie could manage. For a couple of months, Crutchie had toyed with the idea of just taking a vacation, him and Jack. And, one night, while browsing flights, Crutchie found a sale–shocking for the summer. He had called Jack and asked if he could get half a week off of work, before purchasing the plane tickets. And, now, here they were, standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon, taking in its vast view.

Crutchie wiped away sweat from the back of his neck, annoyed by the completely indefatigable heat. He felt as if he could see physical heat waves floating up from the rough, jagged stone surrounding them. Crutchie had heard rumors that you could cook an egg on the asphalt in Arizona, but had always chalked them up to just that: rumors. Now, he counted himself a believer.

If Jack had heard Crutchie, he gave no indication. Instead, he leaned forward against the guardrail that had been set up, taking in the wide expanse before him. “I had seen pictures, you know. They had looked cool, but I never understood why everyone felt the need to actually see it. I’ve got pictures, y’know; why would I need to see it in person? Guess the pictures just can’t really capture its… its…”

“Grandness?” Crutchie suggested, grinning at Jack. Even despite the oppressive heat, Crutchie found himself overcome with an overwhelming feeling of just absolute joy. He loved Jack, Crutchie knew that. But, it extended past that simple declaration. Crutchie loved the way that Jack would lean forward against the railing. He loved the way Jack would wave his hand around, sweeping across the immense expanse before them. He loved how Jack’s eyes lit up, brighter than the overbearing sun, as he tried to explain how he felt. Crutchie loved how Jack’s tan skin seemed to glisten in the sun, probably the combined efforts of the valiant rays and the sheen of sweat. Really, he loved every single aspect of Jack. And the love translated to such joy.

“Ha. Ha,” Jack said dryly, turning toward Crutchie. “What?” he asked, cognizant of the happiness that seemed to radiate from Crutchie at an even higher frequency than normal.

“Nothing. I’m just glad we came,” Crutchie explained, ducking his head a little as he shuffled forward.

“I’m glad, too,” Jack agreed, pulling Crutchie up to his side and slinging his arm around his boyfriend’s neck. “I mean, look at this! Did you ever imagine… I’m gonna paint a whole line of Grand Canyon paintings and–”

“–and we’ve only been to one view point,” Crutchie quickly pointed out, gently nudging Jack in his ribs.

“So, you can imagine just how many more scenes I’ll be able to come up with after we see the rest of it!”

Crutchie laughed. “Well, come on. Aren’t you going to take a picture? For reference for your painting?”

“Do you doubt my memory?” Jack challenged.

“I’m just not super eager for you to drag me back to Arizona, just because you forgot how that one weird cliff jutted exactly twenty degrees to the left. I may melt if I’m stuck out here for much longer,” Crutchie confessed, frowning at Jack in mock distress.

“Calm down, calm down,” Jack teased him, squeezing Crutchie’s shoulder affectionately. “Let me take a couple pictures and then we can head back to where all those hotels are. The front desk lady said that… Bright Something Lodge has ice cream. We could go there.”

Crutchie broke out of Jack’s arm. “Okay, take your pictures.”

Jack waved for Crutchie to step into the view. “Come on, Crutch. Get in there.”

“And block the Grand Canyon?” Crutchie laughed. “You don’t want that.”

“No, Crutch. How else am I gonna remember that you were here with me at the Grand Canyon when I’m in my eighties?”

“Are you doubting your own memory?” Crutchie joked. “Maybe later, we can get a picture of the two of us, together, in front of the Grand Canyon. We’re here all day today and tomorrow. There’s plenty of time.”

Jack relented, recognizing just how stubborn Crutchie could be when he wanted to. “Okay, fine. Let me get a couple pictures, and then we can head over to that Lodge place and get some ice cream. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Crutchie reassured. He took one last look at the wide viewpoint of the Grand Canyon. Mather Point was supposed to be one of the best views on the South Rim, and Crutchie had to agree with those claims. Or, at least, he did for the moment. He wasn’t sure exactly what the rest of the Rim looked like, but for the moment, Mather was exceeding the expectations he had entered Arizona with. “I’m gonna go wait by the bus stop,” Crutchie explained, jerking his thumb towards the shuttle stop at the edge of the parking lot.

“Okay, I’ll be down there in a moment,” Jack said, fiddling with his camera.

Crutchie started down toward the shuttle stop, smiling at the many different tourists from across the world, all gathered to see one of the Seven Wonders of the World. He leaned against the wall of the shuttle stop, watching strangers interact amongst themselves. One mother was promising her young children McDonalds once they left the park if they would behave. An elderly couple spoke rapid  Japanese between them. Some teenager frowned at her parents as they lofted their selfie stick to take a family picture. Crutchie smiled. He loved this, people-watching. He loved observing the interactions between hundreds of people, each one coming from a different background than the person beside them, and each working toward their own individual goals. And, somehow, all these lives crossed paths at this exact moment. It was thrilling; magical, even.

“What’re you smiling about?” Jack asked, sidling up beside Crutchie.

“Oh, nothing, really. How’d the pictures turn out?”

“Great, I think. We’ll see when I actually try painting them,” Jack joked.

When the shuttle rolled up, already filled with busy tourists, Jack managed to snag a chair for Crutchie, even though he kept telling Jack that he could stand just fine. Jack stood next to Crutchie’s seat as they remained on the crowded bus until it stopped outside of the Bright Angel Lodge.

“–and, then, maybe after we get ice cream, we can go on the red route?” Jack suggested, examining the map they had gotten from the hotel they were staying at. “They said the sunset is the best off of… uh, one of these points. Mohave Point, maybe? Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” Crutchie agreed.

“Okay,” Jack said, stuffing the map into his back pocket and frowning at the line that extended out of the small ice cream shop. “Okay, I’ll brave that line for some ridiculously overpriced ice cream. You still want strawberry?”

“Always,” Crutchie confirmed, smiling. “I’ll just sit on the wall over there.” Crutchie gestured to a small stone wall that overlooked the Canyon, right behind the Bright Angel Lodge. Crutchie sat down, immediately noticing the warmth from the wall seeping through his shorts. While Crutchie had complained to Jack about the heat only minutes before, a light breeze had started up, rustling his hair and cooling the air enough so that he merely felt content, instead of melted. He shut his eyes and turned his head upwards, basking in the sun. Crutchie knew that his freckles would only stand out even further in the sudden influx of sun, but he didn’t mind. It had taken a long time–and much convincing and reassurances from Jack–before Crutchie had grown to love the small brown dots that speckled his cheeks and his nose. He knew that his skin would turn pink in the bright sun, but he couldn’t bring himself to care because he just felt so happy.

Crutchie couldn’t tell how long he sat there–smiling, thinking, remembering–when Jack’s voice pulled him out of his bliss. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” Crutchie asked, opening his eyes and smiling at Jack. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“I got you some ice cream,” Jack said, offering a recyclable bowl of strawberry ice cream with a waffle cone sticking out of it like a crumbling birthday hat.

“Thanks,” Crutchie said. He ate a spoonful, before gesturing to Jack’s bowl with his own slightly-pink spoon. “What flavor?” he asked around a mouthful of cold sugar.

Jack quickly swallowed his own bite of ice cream. “Butter pecan. The best flavor out there, of course.”

Crutchie rolled his eyes. “How could I have forgotten?” he muttered sarcastically. He turned sideways on the wall, looking out into the Canyon. “It really is incredible,” he whispered. “Makes me wish I could draw… Or something crazy like that,” Crutchie added, tossing Jack a lopsided smile.

“I mean, you always could,” Jack said, his brows drawing together imperceptibly. “I’ve always said that you have talent and–”

Crutchie cut Jack off, waving his spoon in the direction of the Canyon walls. “We gotta get a picture of this. Together. Like, both of us in the picture.”

“Um, okay. Yeah, let me get my phone out,” Jack said, trying to hold his ice cream while simultaneously digging into his pocket. Eventually, Crutchie took pity on his boyfriend and lofted the ice cream out of his hands, allowing Jack to finally access his phone. Jack leaned close to Crutchie, their cheeks pressed together as they both grinned at the camera. He took a couple pictures, before breaking slightly apart so that they could study the captures.

“Well, I mean, if you squint it sorta looks like we’re at the Grand Canyon,” Crutchie joked, pointing at the small bit of red rock that could be seen behind their heads.

“We could be anywhere,” Jack admitted.

Crutchie laughed. “So, it’s a versatile picture. Let’s just use this picture and tell everyone we’re at Niagra Falls, Cancun. I bet we could even convince everyone that we’re by the Himalayas, if we really tried.”

“Yeah, but I want a picture that clearly shows that we’re at the Grand Canyon.”

“We’ll probably have to ask someone to take our picture.”

Jack nodded, before standing up and trying to see if he could find someone who would be willing to take their picture, and who also wouldn’t steal his camera. A little ways down the path a man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties was walking towards them, hand intertwined with a small blonde woman. “Um, excuse me,” Jack said, just as soon as they approached. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?” he asked, gesturing to where Crutchie remained sitting on the wall. Crutchie offered a slight wave, grinning widely to the couple.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” the man said. Jack offered his phone, figuring that they wouldn’t need as high quality a picture as the ones he would be taking of the scenery for his paintings, and also not entirely trusting the man enough to hand over the expensive camera.

Crutchie stood up, and Jack swung his arm over Crutchie’s shoulders, pulling the other man close. Crutchie’s arm slipped around Jack’s waist and they both smiled, waiting for the man to take the picture. They stood there, assuming that the man was taking a couple pictures. “I got a couple pictures,” the man said, lowering the phone and scrolling through the pictures he had just taken. “You guys brothers?” he asked, extending the phone toward Jack.

“Ha, no,” Jack said, laughing. “Thankfully not. We’re dating.”

The man’s face stiffened. “Dating? As in–?”

“As in he’s my boyfriend,” Jack said, edging closer and subconsciously placing his body between the man and Crutchie. The words were low and careful. “Now, can I have my phone back?”

The man’s eyes flicked from Jack’s extended hand, to Crutchie, and then to Jack’s face. “No, you f-gs!” the man shouted, flinging the phone down the sidewalk.

Jack watched the phone bounce along the sidewalk, before turning back to the man, his eyes narrowing. “What did you say?” he asked, trying to keep his temper from flaring. It wasn’t as if Jack was naive about the feelings of some of the more narrow-minded citizens, but he had managed to successfully surround himself around people who accepted him. Normally, Jack would simply brush the hateful words away, but he couldn’t stand the man saying anything like that to Crutchie.

“You heard me,” the man hissed, wiping his hand on his shirt. “And you made me touch your piece of shit phone, too!”

“Look, Jack, let’s just go,” Crutchie said softly, touching Jack’s elbow. He could feel the tension that thrummed through Jack’s body, noticed the way Jack was rising up on the balls of his feet, no doubt preparing for a fight.

“Yeah, why don’t you listen to your f-g friend?” the man spat. He glanced at Crutchie, before turning back to Jack. “Let me guess. Couldn’t find a girl who’d stay with you so you settled for something you knew wouldn’t be able to leave?”

Jack swung at the guy, but he ducked far too easily. The man surged forward, punching Jack, hard, in the jaw. Jack stumbled backwards, shaking away the pain before trying to hit the man again. Once more, the man dodged, before hitting Jack in the stomach. Jack bent forward, clutching at his stomach as he somehow managed to begin choking on air.

Before Jack could catch his breath and continue his attack on the man, Crutchie stepped forward, swinging his crutch. It connected, solidly, with the side of the man’s head. The man gasped in pain, stumbling back. He gently pressed his hand to the side of his head, before removing it and staring at the red that now stained his fingers. “You stupid–” the man started.

“Get out of here,” Crutchie commanded, glaring at the man. “Walk away before you get even more hurt.”

The man glowered at him, his eyes flicking between Crutchie and Jack, who had pulled himself back up to his full height. “You’re not even worth my trouble,” the man spat. He flipped them off, before grabbing his girlfriend and stalking away, one hand pressed petulantly to his bleeding scalp.

“You okay?” Crutchie quickly asked Jack.

“Yeah, I’m fine. He just winded me,” Jack explained. “Are you okay? I’m sorry he was saying–”

Crutchie waved Jack’s concern away. “I’m fine, Jack. We’re both fine,” he added, pulling Jack into a kiss. The tension in Crutchie’s shoulders eased as Jack pulled him closer, his fingers splayed out across the small of Crutchie’s back.

“I love you,” Jack whispered, his lips brushing against Crutchie’s to form the words that Crutchie would never tire of hearing.

“I love you, too,” Crutchie whispered back. He closed his eyes, content to have Jack hold him, arms carefully, tenderly wrapped around each other. The sounds of the many tourists passing in throngs behind them was muted under the steady sound of Jack’s heart beat.

They stepped apart, cognizant of the fact that they were still in a public place and that people were starting to stare a little bit. Jack made sure his fingers remained intertwined with Crutchie’s, not quite willing to break contact with his boyfriend yet. “We are fine,” he agreed with Crutchie’s earlier comment. “Everything’s fine.”

Crutchie snorted. “Not our ice cream,” he observed, pointing to the bowls, now filled with a chilled liquid. “And probably not your phone,” he added, nodding to where Jack’s phone still lay, abandoned further down the sidewalk.

“That’s okay,” Jack said, laughing.

And, it would be.

The painting wasn’t dramatized the way Crutchie had thought it would end up being. There were no proud animals silhouetted against the setting sun, dark with mystery. There was no man-made tension in the piece: the only tension extending from shadows and gauges in stone. If anyone were to look at the painting, they would not understand why Crutchie felt entranced by the painting, by the sloping Canyon walls.

It was, simply, the Grand Canyon.

(It was far more than just the Grand Canyon.)

“What’re you thinking about?”

Crutchie relaxed into the arms that had been wrapped around his waist, leaning back into Jack’s chest with the comfort and ease of habit. Jack’s chin nestled into the small dip of skin between Crutchie’s neck and shoulder, the beginnings of scruff prickling gently against the tender skin. As Jack continued speaking, the movement of his chin against Crutchie’s neck brought even more comfort. He was safe, he was home. “It’s not even that great of a painting,” Jack reminded him. “My newer stuff is better.”

“It’s my favorite,” Crutchie admitted.

“Why?”

Crutchie shut his eyes, content to just stand there with Jack’s arms around him forever. “It’s a good reminder.”

“Of what?” Now Jack sounded confused, and Crutchie knew that he was thinking of what had happened at the edge of those sloping Canyon walls. Jack pulled Crutchie closer to him, his arms wrapping even tighter around his husband.

With a soft sigh, Crutchie broke out of Jack’s arms to turn and face the man he loved more than anything else. “Of how much I love you. And,” Crutchie paused, ducking his head and smiling, “and, of how much you love me.”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed, pulling Crutchie back into a hug. Crutchie rested his head against Jack’s chest, listening to the firm, ever-present heartbeat of his husband. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

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