#where are the quiet gays supposed to go? the ones who have already had their fill of violence and hurt and anger
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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 1 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)
Gay Awakening (Chapter One) — smitten! mattheo riddle x male! reader
TWs: tobacco & alcohol use, internalized homophobia, homophobic slurs (once)
hella ooc mattheo. congrats, ur his gay awakening, and he’s an absolutely smitten lil gay mess for you but yk he’s trying
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“Hey, dude. Who’s that?” Theodore asked, bumping Mattheo’s arm to get his attention, then pointing his fork in your direction. You were sitting at the very end of the table’s bench, wearing an oversized black muggle hoodie with your green tie loose and haphazardly slung around your neck. You were animatedly talking with, out of all people, a Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff girl sitting at the Slytherin table either seemed to be completely unaware of the looks she was receiving, or she was steadfastly ignoring them. Your laugh cut through the room, the Hufflepuff cracking up with you.
“American transfer students,” Malfoy sneered. “They clearly don’t know the rules yet.”
“Oh, shut up, Draco,” Pansy rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hand and looking at the Hufflepuff for a moment too long.
Draco scoffed, clearly offended. “Whatever. They’re probably faggots anyway.”
Pansy whirled around with a furious expression. Mattheo himself flinched slightly at the slur, which caused Blaise to look at him questioningly. Once Theo had waved Blaise’s unspoken question off, Zabini shrugged, leaning over and muttering in his ear, “Ten galleons says she brings up Potter.”
“-and everyone knows that you have a crush on Harry Motherfucking Potter, so maybe you should take your bigotry and shove it right up your-”
“Pansy?” you questioned, awkwardly standing across from her. “Here, ‘m supposed t’ give this to you.”
You leaned across the table to drop a folded up note in front of her, allowing Mattheo to catch a faint whiff of your cologne. You looked back down at the floor shyly, hurrying back to your spot at the end of the table.
“He’s hot,” Enzo shrugged, taking a bite of his toast. “I call dibs.”
“You can’t call dibs on the guy who just asked Pansy out, dipshit.”
“Actually, it’s a note from the ‘puff,” Pansy interjected, twisting her wrist around to show off the neat cursive written in a purple glitter gel pen. “She wants to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend, dipshit.”
“Yeah, dipshit,” Mattheo teased Nott. “Plus, I think Malfoy already called dibs on him, so tough luck.”
Theodore blew a raspberry at him, only a slight distraction from where Mattheo’s comment had fueled another Pansy-rant and left Draco sinking low in his seat as if he wanted to disappear.
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“Alright, Zabini, you’re up. What classic novel is a satirical adaptation of R. M. Ballantyne’s The Coral Island?”
“Why the fuck would I know that, Berkshire?”
“Blaise forfeits! Sudden death round is down to just us, Riddle,” Nott crowed excitedly, watching as the score quill of the charmed muggle trivia game scratched Blaise’s name off of the paper score sheet, drawing a condescending frowny face next to it.
Enzo laughed, flipping over the little hourglass timer. “If anyone can answer in the next thirty seconds, they automatically win the game.”
“No idea,” Mattheo shrugged. Theodore spun his rings around on his fingers before shrugging too.
“The Lord of the Flies,” your quiet voice pipes up. The game players all look over in your direction from where you’ve just entered the common room—coming back from the library, it looks like, if the stack of books in your hands explains anything.
“What?” Draco asks, raising an eyebrow and sneering.
“The Lord of the Flies,” you repeat. “William Golding. Fantastic book.”
Malfoy huffed. “And who are you, exactly?”
“Y/N L/N,” you introduced yourself, nodding slightly in their direction before wordlessly disappearing up the dorm room stairs.
Mattheo stared after you alongside his friends, none of them immediately noticing the charmed quill writing your name down on the score card as the winner.
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“C’n I bum a smoke?” your sleepy voice called softly from behind Mattheo. He turned around from his spot on the otherwise unoccupied balcony to see you rubbing your eyes, a fuzzy green blanket draped around your shoulders. He cleared his throat and nodded, fishing a fresh cigarette out of the pack and holding it out to you. His heart rate stuttered for a moment when your fingers brushed against his.
“Thanks,” you muttered, using a wandless incantation to light it. Mattheo leaned back against the railing, taking a drag from his half-finished cigarette and blowing the smoke out thoughtfully.
“Why’re you up? It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Maybe it was his well-meaning-but-patronizing phrasing or the confidence-imbued late night cigarette, but you clicked your tongue once and said in a short, clipped tone, “Oh, shut the fuck up, you hypocrite.”
Mattheo barked out a surprised laugh, choking on his lungful of smoke and falling into a coughing fit.
“Language, L/N,” he teased.
“English, Riddle,” you snickered back.
He grinned at you, blushing a nice pink color as you both smoked in a comfortable silence for a moment.
“My roommate brought some girl back from the party he went to,” you say after a while. “Didn’t want to deal with all that.”
“Ah,” Mattheo nodded slowly. “Boys seem to lose all of their brain cells as soon as they come within a ten-foot radius of a hot girl.”
You snort. “Not all of us.”
“Yeah?” he questioned, in a way he hoped came off as nonchalant, even though he was internally freaking out. “No lucky lady piquing your interest?”
“This may shock you, but believe it or not, I’m not actually into girls at all,” you snort again, dropping the cigarette butt and grinding it into the ground with the toe of your sneaker.
“Really?” he asked in a high voice before loudly clearing his throat. “I mean- really? That’s cool. Uh, m-me too.”
“Yeah?” you glanced up at him curiously. “Huh. I wouldn’t’a guessed.”
“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Mattheo blurts out, immediately snapping his mouth shut and clearly mentally facepalming.
“Sure,” you shrug.
“Huh?”
“I said sure.”
The poor boy was frozen in place, gaping at you. Taking pity on him, you make the first move—tugging his tie to pull him down to your level.
His hand finds the back of your neck, kissing you softly, much more gently than you would’ve expected.
When you break apart, he looks like he’s just been enlightened. Like, he might actually shout eureka! and run off.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “I’ve never kissed a guy before- holy shit!” he laughs freely, cupping your face to kiss you again.
“So what now, Archimedes?” At his confused expression you elaborate, “Muggle reference, sorry.”
He nods slowly, his fingers automatically winding their way into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Well… you could sleep with me tonight,” he offered after a moment. “Y’know, so you don’t have to deal with your roommate.”
“Oh, um, I’m not really that type of boy, Theo…” you trailed off.
“Oh!” his eyes widened in panic. “I didn’t mean to imply- I mean, not that I wouldn’t love- I meant we could just literally sleep in the same bed!”
You giggled, a bit relieved. “I’d like that.”
He took a deep breath, smiling hesitantly at you. “No funny business, promise. All at your discretion.”
He held out his hand to you, and you took it immediately, leaning into his side.
“So about that fight between Malfoy and Pansy…”
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Chapter Two
#harry potter#hp x male reader#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x male reader#mattheoxreader#x male reader#pansy parkinson is sapphic goddamnit#draco malfoy’s a douchebag#theodore nott is also here ig#hp#they’re my silly little guys#my friend was like “hey who would be mattheo’s gay awakening?”#and as a joke i said “me”#but tada!
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Look we all have to write the steddie flirting through DnD scene don't we?
Consider this a Christmas gift if you celebrate and something to do while everything's closed if you don't.
“How touchable are my boobs in this?”
“I think I’m falling in love with Eddie.” Steve replied. He had not meant to say that. He’d been helping Robin pick out clothes for her date with Vickie that night, and the thought had just hit him. Steve tried again. “Your boobs look great. Vickie will definitely want to slip her hands under that shirt.”
“Perfect.” Robin threw herself down on her bed next to Steve. “Let's go back a few seconds. Why do you think you’re falling for Eddie?”
“I stole one of Dustin’s old DnD manuals and I’ve been looking through it to figure out how their nerd game works. I bought my own copy of Sacred Heart. And I'm trying to read The Hobbit for the third time.”
He was forty-eight pages in, the farthest he’d made it yet. He might make it through the whole book this time, now that he’d decided he could skip the songs.
“Oh, it’s like when you studied for the SATs with Nancy!”
“Even though I’d already taken the exam. Exactly.” Steve sighed. “It’s been going on for weeks. How did I not notice until now?”
“Because you’ve spent most of your life purposefully ignoring it when you liked a guy.” Robin ruffled his hair. “Hey, at least finding him hot isn’t news, right?”
“Yay for small victories, I guess.” Steve fixed the mess Robin had made. “But what do I do about it?”
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A part of Steve had wanted to show up in his rattiest t-shirt and jeans, to do his best to blend in with the rest of the club. But it wasn’t like the other guys didn’t know who he was. And Steve wanted to find out if Eddie might like him, not some nerd that looked like him. So Steve wore a polo shirt and his best jeans. The only way he could have looked less like he belonged was if he’d pulled his letterman out from the back of his closet.
“Are you playing with us Harrington?” Eddie asked when Steve sat down at the table.
“Um, is that okay? Bobbie had a thing come up and she asked me to sub in for her.” Robin’s thing had been a second date with Vickie. At his house, so the girls could kiss without worrying about getting caught. Steve needing to spend four hours in the Wheeler basement gave them plenty of alone time, too. “I might need some help with the math, but Robs gave me a character sheet and some basic instructions.”
Eddie and his friends exchanged looks. Steve really hoped they weren’t going to tell him to get lost.
“Steve? You’re playing?” Dustin practically threw himself down the stairs when he saw Steve. “How did we finally convince you? Was it Robin? Where is she?”
“Robin’s busy. I’m her sub. If Munson’s cool with it?”
Faced with Dustin’s pleading eyes, Eddie didn’t stand a chance.
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Steve mostly kept quiet at first, observing how Eddie ran the game, what strategies the kids preferred to use. Mostly he let them make the decisions and when they were in combat he hit the biggest enemy with his morningstar until it stopped moving.
It felt kind of familiar, but way less painful.
After a little while, Steve thought he had the hang of it enough to try Robin’s plan.
“Wait a second,” he stopped Mike before they attacked the mysterious cloaked figure. “Isn’t everybody’s health kind of low?”
“We don’t have time to rest and heal, Steve.” Mike was being weirdly patient with him. “The enemy has already seen us.”
“Yeah, but I could try charming him instead of fighting. Robin said her character was supposed to be charming.” She’d had this long explanation about charisma that Steve hadn’t followed but she’d summed it up as flirt with the NPCs. “If I flirt with him, maybe he’ll let us by without a fight.”
“He’s a guy, Steve,” Dustin pointed out. “Robin’s character is also a guy.”
“Gay people exist.” One of the older Hellfire members, Steve thought his name was Gareth, spoke up. He hadn’t expected any of Eddie’s friends to help him out with this. The three of them had their eyes on Eddie.
Eddie wasn’t saying anything.
“He’s seduced at least one girl in every town we’ve passed through,” Lucas explained. “Usually two or three.”
“It’s kind of a running joke,” Will added.
“He could like both.” Steve said it with a casualness he did not feel. “Some people do.”
“Buckley’s not going to be upset you made her character a little gay?” Eddie asked him.
“Nah, she won’t mind.”
“Then roll for seduction.”
Right as he rolled, another of Eddie’s friends - Steve had missed his name during introductions - bumped into the table. The dice fell onto the floor and one rolled under the sofa.
This was apparently a catastrophe.
“We won’t be able to get the die without moving it! We’ll never know what you rolled!” Dustin whined.
“Couldn’t I just roll it again?” This was, for some reason, the worst question he could have asked, as it sparked a lecture on the sacred and inviolable nature of the dice rolls.
“Have him role play it,” Jeff suggested. Eddie shot his friend a dirty look.
Steve briefly wondered if Robin had been talking with the older members of Hellfire, but that didn’t seem likely. They wouldn’t have any reason to help him out.
“I don’t mind.”
“If that’s what you want.” Eddie shrugged. “Show us you can be as charming as your character.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m exactly as charming as Sir Dingus des Cheveux.” Steve wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or disturbed by how much Robin’s character was based on him. Though it certainly made playing him easier. “Tell me what I see.”
“I already did. Cloaked figure, no obvious weapon.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’d notice if I was looking for a fight. Can I see his hair? His face? His eyes?”
“Um, his hood is up, so no.” Right. Eddie was going to make this difficult.
“Okay so I step forward and I stand, uh, shit. It’s hard to describe.” Steve could be just as difficult. “Can we act it out?”
“Act it out?”
“I mean the NPCs are all you, right? So if you could stand in for this guy?” A lot of flirting was physical and, for Steve, automatic. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing until he was doing it.
“Do it, Eddie.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve always wanted to see The Hair at work.”
Eddie’s friends egged him on. Lucas nodded along with them. Dustin had grabbed a blank sheet of paper and seemed prepared to take notes. Will seemed somewhere between uncomfortable and fascinated. Only Mike looked unhappy about it, but that was just how Mike was.
Date a guy’s sister for a year and not even saving his life could make him smile at you.
Eddie rose from his seat.
“Okay, Harrington. Charm me.”
Steve stepped forward, until he was almost close enough to touch Eddie.
“Hi,” he said, tilting his head to one side. He smiled a slightly goofy smile that he knew invited teasing. “What’s a nice boy like you doing in a dungeon like this?”
Eddie burst out laughing.
“Seriously? That’s what you’re starting with?”
“Is that you or the character laughing?” Steve asked.
“Both.”
“You have a beautiful laugh.” Steve spoke in character. Eddie stopped laughing, surprised. “I bet your face is just as lovely.”
“He pushes his hood back to reveal the face of a drow. The face is not lovely, but scarred. One particularly nasty scar on his right cheek creates the illusion of a smile. He says, You lose.”
“I don't know about that.” Steve stepped a little closer and lifted his hand. “May I?”
Eddie nodded.
Steve pushed Eddie's hair away from his face, lightly brushing Eddie's scars. Taking care that the back of his thumb caressed the most prominent one, the one that tugged down the corner of Eddie's lip and gave his smile a permanent look of irony.
“You have the most expressive eyes I've ever seen,” Steve murmured. Eddie pulled back.
Shit. That wasn't in character. Steve tried again.
“I think I won, but I wouldn’t want to contradict anyone with such enchanting eyes.” He dropped the smile but kept the teasing tone. “What do I lose?”
“Your life,” Eddie replied, but his heart clearly wasn't in it.
“You don't want to kill me.” Steve’s smile widened. He'd won this round as soon as Eddie had laughed. “If you’re having trouble thinking up a forfeit, can I suggest a kiss?”
“Okay, okay,” Eddie said with another laugh. “You have successfully seduced the drow. He does not attack your party, or summon reinforcements. Your one night stand allows for a long rest. Because the drow is a cleric of Loviatar, you only recover half your health.”
“Worth it.” He winked at Eddie before sitting back down at the table. “Sir Dingus had an excellent time. Is there a fantasy version of asking for a guy’s number? In case I have to sub in for Rob again?”
He didn’t want to saddle Robin’s character with a boyfriend when Robin had been using him to flirt with girls, but he didn’t want to leave Eddie with the impression that Steve moved on from people as quickly as Sir Dingus did.
“The life of an adventurer is hardly conducive to long term relationships.” That did not answer Steve’s question. “But, he tells you his name is Ghauntel Kenduis and should he see you again, he will remember yours.”
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Dungeons and Dragons was not the worst way to spend an afternoon. The combat was kind of boring, and the bickering over what the party was going to do next made Steve sympathize with the guys who’d stuffed nerds into lockers.
Okay, DnD was not his thing at all and the only thing he really enjoyed about it was getting to flirt with Eddie.
Steve slid his hand over the scars on Eddie's neck. Slowly, carefully, he brought their lips together for a kiss.
Well, Eddie’s characters, which wasn’t exactly the same thing. And after that first time, he hadn’t had to do nearly as much roleplaying. But it was still fun.
“You kept breaking character,” Eddie commented when the game was finished for the day.
“What do you mean?” The kids had, unsurprisingly, vanished upstairs as soon as it was time to clean up. A little more surprising was that the rest of Hellfire had also cleared out, leaving Steve and Eddie alone.
“When you would flirt. You kept losing the characters. You’ve never played before, so flirting with me instead of my NPCs would be an easy mistake to make. Or…” Eddie trailed off. “Nah, you’re just bad at the game.”
“I mean, I am. And breaking character wasn’t something I tried to do on purpose.” Steve stepped close to Eddie again. Close enough to reach out and touch him. “But I kept doing it because I wanted to flirt with you.”
“Why?” Eddie asked. “I'm a freak and kind of an asshole a lot of the time. And I’m not exactly a pretty face these days.”
“Well, it turns out that weird and passionate nerds are kinda my type.” And Steve was sick of dating girls who weren't his type. “May I?”
Wordlessly, Eddie nodded.
Again, Steve pushed Eddie's hair back, tucking it behind his ear. Eddie leaned into Steve's touch.
“You really do have the most expressive eyes. I wish you didn't feel like you have to hide them.”
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Been a while since I requested something, I shall grace this page with a request of being best friends with gaz headcanon please bestie 😊😊😊
Welcome back bestie 😊😊 I promise I'm working on all your other requests but mental health be doing backflips and I kinda feel like shit. I got some Gaz for you though.
Being best friends with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.
Gaz is incredibly smart. If you look at his records his fighting reflex and knowledge is top chart stuff. But Gaz keeps it all very quiet. He doesn't boast about it like Soap would so when he does end up flipping heads on the enemy it's like "woah where did that guy come from-!"
Gaz uses this same skill to protect you. When you came to 141 Gaz was already settling. He had Ghost as a mentor and almost an older brother, and Soap as... Well he wasn't sure who he was supposed to be. But he had his team, and you seemed to easily click with Soap and Ghost.
Gaz wouldn't force you to be friends with him. Of course he introduced himself and you both talked occasionally but he didn't know if it was a friendship per say. And that was ok. He'd still protect you with his life any day of the week.
However you really did have intense feelings of friendship for Gaz. But you thought because of his quiet nature that he was closed off like Simon. Which in fact wasn't the case when you got him talking. He was just shyer than the others.
The first time you and Gaz really, properly hung out was on a quiet night at base, Gaz had finished his tasks and had nothing really to do. He enjoyed his time playing Dungeons and Dragons, (headcannon from @itsscromp) unfortunately he couldn't ever get the others to play. Ghost was too busy, Price wasn't fully interested, and Johnny just cared to cause chaos.
And then he noticed you were also done your work. "Well Kyle, there's no harm." And he went to ask you. And it went well. Turns out you wanted to play DND, and after playing for almost four hours together it solidified that.
And Gaz was really glad to have you as one of his few friends.
And now that you were friends you really did learn a lot more about him. Gaz would go down in a fire for you, no questions asked. Seems stupid but he specializes in VIP protection. You think he wouldn't protect you?? Think again. You're VIP to him. You all are.
Loves you a lot but is too shy to say it and think you'll get the wrong idea.
And look, you don't have skin that clear on the battlefield without having some kind of routine. This man looks after his skin like the temple his body is. (when he's not eating junk food.)
Yeah, your skin isn't cutting it for him. Sorry babes, get in the bathtub we are rinsing your hair and slapping some hydration on that forehead because Gaz knows you are gone need it to be crawling around the musty dusty desert with him.
Now, Knight is openly queer, so you know Gaz is a little spice of life as well. He keeps it under wraps and isn't as open about it in his career because he doesn't think you guys need to know and or he's met people in past expanses that didn't take so kindly to him being open about it.
He's the gay best friend, it's not overbearing. You know how most gay men are just different in a fun way. That's Gaz but he has it toned down so at first you couldn't tell and then it just clicked and you were like "woah". But you can kinda tell there just, there a something there you thinks.
You gotta keep him out of trouble to. You have to be his discernment. He's got relationship smarts but if he's even remotely cute and no good, time for bestie to step in. Sorry Gaz, not today. Your bestie is not letting you get yourself into that mess.
His gun does most of the talking and he carries a side arm so if anyone gives you smoke their gonna get got.
He's smart but also the silent, immediately jumps to using his gun conclusion guy. So if someone bullies you in the grocery store he pulls out his gun and you've gotta be like "Woah woah, not necessary mate, nooot necessary 😅😅"
Hates trash reality TV but watches it anyway. Drags you into the torture as well.
He spills the tea. He spills it always. He sometimes just walks around quietly not taking up too much air and hearing conversations and by the end of it he's got so much to tell you.
Not quite sure what I think Gaz's childhood looked like but I assume he didn't have too many friends. I could see him as the shy kid who focused more on academics and played in the trees of his backyard alone over having a boat load of friends.
So when you do things like buy him stuff or give him cuddles and affection he has this epiphany. Like this is what I've been missing!
Your comfort and affection is something he truly loves so much, but the house and traditions he grew up with weren't the most overly affectionate, and in his career there wasn't much cuddling with the homies in his unit either.
Yeah you give him cuddles he's like a leach, he'll leave when he wants to leave and only when. And he likes to sometimes cling on by surprise. When he becomes so comfortable around you he'll often waltz into your office and wrap his arms around your neck from behind, watching what you're doing.
"You done yet??"
"I'll tell you when I'm done ok?"
"Ok...... Y/n??"
"Not all of us are as fast as you at paperwork y'know"
"Sorry."
You take Gaz and Soap on adventures together and you still can't wrap your head around hos they're friends. Completely chaotic, loud and chipper faced with slightly annoyed at the loudness, just as chaotic on the inside and together you get one big Gaz Soap salad. Sticking them in a car for five hours together was a mistake for your sake.
Gaz doesn't open up about his feelings a lot, but look at you 😄 look at you helping him to open up and ask for help. To ask for the care that he needs when things get tough for him.
He was alone before that terrorist attack where he met Price and that was s very scary time for him. Looking back on it from his place in 141 Gaz was much more scared on the field then than he is now. Probably because he's got a team he knows he'll always be able to trust and confide in.
That's the best part of having you as a friend. He can confide in you with anything. And knowing him, you can also confide in him. Whatever secrets you tell him are lock and key baby. He won't tell a single soul.
Gaz tried to do all the things you've done for him, for you. When you need someone to give you a hug or some cuddles Gaz will do his best to comfort you and show you that same infectious love and care.
Whenever you have a nightmare he's right there for you. Wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady, holding you up when you can't.
He'll always try.
Celebrates your accomplishments as well. When you get promoted or a medal, hell when you do everything he's on your sideline cheering. And it's like his shyness is gone when he sees his friends receiving praise for something. He'll cheer louder than everyone in the room for you all.
But the one thing your friendship isn't above is England. If you diss on England, or their football, prepare to get got. Tickle attacks or hitting you with a pillow as punishment.
At the end of the day three of your friends are British and one of them is Scottish which starts petty squabbles between Gaz and Soap sometimes. It's all playful but sometimes Soap wants to start some shit and you end up having to try and separate them before they wrestle each other to death.
And there is probably so much more I'm missing, but remember. Whenever you need someone to watch your six, Gaz is already there. Whenever you need someone you can spend some quiet time with when things get overwhelming, you know where to find Gaz. And when life gives you bullshit. Gaz has a Glock.
#call of duty#call of duty headcanons#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#platonic x reader#kyle gaz garrick headcanons#kyle garrick#gaz cod#gaz mw2#x reader
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Reigen Arataka, world's greatest twink, dilf, milf, and Twitter favorite, had the chance of a lifetime. The Tumblr Sexyman poll - the only poll he landed second place in - was having a rematch on the original blue hellsite itself. With the experience he had gathered from the previous match, Reigen felt confident that he could win first place this time. He forwent the tactics he used last time and instead leaned hard into what he now knew was what made him truly appealing to the Tumblrinas: his babygirl factor.
In his first round, he swept the floor with Beetlejuice by opening his laptop and doing his work while lying in bed like a middle schooler. In the second round, he triumphed over Spamton by placing a hand on his hip in imitation of Jerma and saying, "Sparkle on, it's Wednesday, don't forget to be yourself!" In the third round, his victory over Jack Skellington was locked the moment Reigen used his latest Special Move: getting down on his hands and knees and arching his back so that his butt jutted out in a pose which drove the audience wild.
Having now won three rounds, Reigen was growing eager. He had but one round left before he could have his rematch against Sans. Already he could see that stupid skeleton across the stadium, taunting Reigen with his lazy smile.
Reigen's fourth opponent was a character he had never heard of before named Cecil Palmer, who didn't even have a canon appearance (albeit his voice did sound sexy). Cecil was from a podcast from 2012. Learning this, Reigen felt even more assured in his victory. No matter how popular this Cecil character may have been in 2012, Reigen had one over him in terms of relevance.
To Reigen's shock, his match against Cecil turned out to be much tougher than all his previous rounds. He soon learned the error he made in assuming Cecil's podcast faded years ago, for as it turned out, Welcome to Night Vale was still ongoing. Worse yet, Cecil's character writing kept up pace so that he was still as sexy by today's standards as he had been in 2012. Where Reigen cocked his hip in a slutty way and waved his hand around rapidly, Cecil rivalled him by wearing cat ears to work and gushing about his gay husband (who was CANON. How was Reigen supposed to go up against a CANON gay character?!)
But, no, there had to be some other secret to Cecil's success. After all, he didn't make it nearly as far in the Twitter poll. As Cecil paused in the middle of the competition to pull out his phone, Reigen finally saw why: Cecil had a Tumblr account. He had already familiarized himself with the website's culture long before Reigen entered the picture.
As Cecil's votes piled on unrelentlessly, Reigen became nervous. Could he really lose before reaching second place again? Reigen attempted to distract Cecil with a Salt Splash, but Cecil countered him by saying something about "the weather" and causing a random song to play out of nowhere, which disarmed Reigen long enough to gain Cecil another vote.
Now growing desperate, Reigen scanned through the audience, and that was when he saw him: Mob, standing among the crowd of Tumblrinas, watching his Shishou with his usual autistic stare. Reigen's first thought was how embarassing it must be for Mob to witness his teacher lose like this, but then he remembered his last match in Twitter, and what Mob told him afterward. Mob had wanted Reigen not to worry about what other people thought of him.
Reigen suddenly felt ashamed. How could he have forgotten Mob's words so quickly, and what was he teaching his disciple now, by entering a rematch of that contest? His vexation disappeared, to be replaced by a quiet resignation. As the poll drew to a close, and Cecil remained in the lead, Reigen decided to implement one last Special Move: Accepting His Defeat.
One second away from the poll's end, Cecil spoke in his smooth radio host voice, "Good news, listeners: #CECILSWEEP." The crowd erupted into cheers as the round's winner was announced to be Cecil.
Reigen somberly turned to walk off the stage. But before he could reach the end, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to see Cecil standing next to him. Cecil had one question for him... would he like to be mutuals on Tumblr?
Reigen's eyes teared up.
Maybe the true Tumblr sexyman was the friends we made along the way.
@sexymanotd
#sexymanotd#tumblr sexymen poll#cecil gershwin palmer#reigen arataka#welcome to night vale#mob psycho 100#cecilsweep#mine
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Since I'm in the Helluva Boss Mood, I'm going to talk about something that I hope doesn't get me crucified.
I.ABSOLUTELY. HATE. THE .STOLYTZ.
Although I only realized this year.
If we go for the bases, we go with the bases.
✨NEITHER OF THE TWO KNOWS THE BASICS OF A STABLE RELATIONSHIP✨
Stolas was put in an arranged marriage as a child, having an EXTREMELY absent father and living in a turbulent relationship (which became abusive at times, with quiet moments but well, I don't think it would last long) with Stella. We are not told that Stolas has tried to be unfaithful in the past, so Stolas has no REAL EXPERIENCE in HEALTHY relationships to enter into one.
Blitz is much worse in this regard. He had an alcoholic father who left him in the background ALL the time above his best friend, and having to take care of his mother. He accidentally causes an accident that ends up killing his mother, leaves his best friend disabled, his sister hates him, etc.
Blitz, unlike Stolas, did have more relationships before him, but we know that they all ended BAD, especially VEROSIKA (there are even hints that she wanted to help him with his bad situation but he pushed her away) and as such it only did more harm than good .
all this without counting episode 1/season 2
Stolas clung TOO much to the good memory he had of Blitz, but to him it didn't mean HALF of what it meant to Stolas (since he already had positive things in his life like his sister, his mother and Fizz) so what? What does an adult with zero knowledge of healthy affection and ZERO experience in real relationships do? HE MANIPULATES TO GET WHAT HE WANTS.
Which brings me to my second point.
✨THE IMBALANCE OF POWER✨
If we ignore the fact that Imps are considered the lowest race in hell (because like all forms of racism, it is STUPID reasoning) even so the biggest red flag is the huge imbalance of decision-making power that exists in the relationship.
Blitz only wanted Stolas' book, HE REALIZED and what did he do? HE MADE A SEXUAL "ARRANGEMENT"(ABUSE, BC THE SEX CAN'T NEVER EVER BE A COIN TO TREAT WITH)WITH BLITZ TO GIVE HIM HIS BOOK (which HE KNEW HE NEEDED) ALL IN ORDER TO GET CLOSE TO HIM.
This is a monumental ABUSE OF POWER by Stolas! because at the end of the day he is the one who decides whether he gets the book or not (he knows it is VITAL for his work, WHAT HE LIVES ON) AND he tries to excuse it with the fact that it is a "way to spend time with him" EXCUSE ME !?!?
First of all, how the hell was Blitz supposed to realize that Stolas "loved" him if in episode one they literally had to censor everything that Stolas wanted to do in bed with Blitz? (and it's like that until chapter 6-7 where he begins to act more affectionately)
THERE ARE A THOUSAND WAYS TO INVITE SOMEONE OUT AND YOU HAD TO CHOOSE THE MOST ASSHOLE AND TOXIC ONE OF ALL. Abuse of power, control, poor communication, THERE'S EVERYTHING HERE, I'M IN CHERNOBYL!
AND IT'S NOT EVEN THE WORST.
Just because! There are toxic relationships that are fine to show on screen, especially in this case, gay/lesbian couples are rarely put under a toxic air, so there was A LOT to take away.
but the WORST thing is how ROMANTICIZED IT IS and as if BY FORCE they want you to 1) feel sorry for Stolas/get angry with Blitz or 2) that you SHIP THEM...
WHAT
Look, I like both characters, their stories are interesting and I like their personalities. the episodes focusing on JUST ONE of them are very good, but that's the point.
✨THE QUALITY DECLINES EVERY TIME THEY ARE TOGETHER ✨
Stolas is much more likable when he's being the prince of hell who's going through a turbulent divorce, dealing with his teenage daughter who he adores, singing songs to said daughter, helping other Demon Lords (I'm looking at you Asmodeus), etc.
Blitz seems much happier being with Millie and Moxxie killing people, talking about Loona, doing his job, getting into trouble with humans and being a complete bloodthirsty.
BOTH SHINE BRIGHTER BEING SEPARATED, NOT TOGETHER.
If you ignore the whole romance thing, they are good characters, but they forcefully want to introduce this drama...
ahg....it's late, I have school tomorrow, don't kill me for my honest opinion. If I think of anything else I'll edit it.
love ya❤️❤️❤️❤️
#helluva boss#helluva blitzo#helluva boss stolas#helluva boss critical#helluva boss criticism#i bloody LOVE helluva boss but i see their flass really clearly now...#anti stolitz
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eh heh heh heh some dumb teenage ranger antics, because we've mostly had a "gay experience" that was a turning point.
Ranger days would have some fun little moments, the whole dorms having sleep overs that Peach does everything to avoid. She's the unsocialised creature in the mix, and the other students try hard to get her to come sit in the common room with them and play stupid games. They've nabbed a bottle of something boozy, all of 16 just vibing one friday night as a group. Everyone gets along, everyone execpt Peach, who only left her room to get a drink, leaning down into the fridge to her stash of juice.
When she stands back up, everyones looking at her s shes drinking from a carton mindlessly, notably Plum who'd stayed very quiet, sat quite stiffly opposite where she's standing.
"What?" A short sharp bark, not comfortable with the eyes on her. One student points to the bottle on the floor, one end pointing to her, the other end to Plum. Peach has no clue what this is about, not until several other classmates grab her grinning, laughing, joking around in a harmless way, something she's not comfortable with, extremly outnumbered as shes shoved into a closet. She stumbles, turns to try to get out, but the doorway has her rival being pushed inside too, managing to catch herself as the door is shut behind her, this tiny space feeling all the smaller now.
"What the hell is this? Some dumb teenage hazing or?" Peach wasnt even able to keep her juice, someone took it from her in the chaos. Its just them in this stupid storage closet, too close, plums only JUST taller than her, can feel her somewhere close, both trying to stay as far apart as this tiny space allows for.
"Its a game, got seven minutes in this place before they let us out." stated matter of factly, folding her arms defencivley.
"Whats the point? Sounds like a waste of time, theres nothing to even do in here, why do you people play this junk?"
How was Plum suppose to explain this? The situation was already awful. First theyre paired up in class, teachers thinking they need more time working together to get past their clear rivalry, encouraging teamwork with the threat of failing them if they didnt learn to function as a coherent unit, and now this.
"People usually just mess around in here, you know like, make out and stuff. Go figures you dont have a clue, never spent a day with people your own age I swear." She wasnt too far from the truth, waiting for some witty response, getting nothing. In the dark of the closet she struggled to see the shorter ranger trainee, catching just a hint of expression.
"Are you...embarrased?" The teasing tone in her voice prompted Peach to snap back quickly.
"No!" A clear yes, feeling Peach reach past her for the handle to the door, trying to get free. Course theyd locked it, there was no give at all in her attempts.
This was all too delicious, normally Peach was collected and calm and if anything angry, not at all nervous. Maybe it was the overly sweet super cheap booze she'd been drinking with the others, or the weird need to chase this power trip, but Plum was kind of intrigued.
"It's kind of weird seeing you handle something so badly." She took a strategic step forward, close enough for the pair to feel eachothers heat coming off their skin. Peach backed up, tried at least, only finding the back wall and an uneven footing due to a broom she hadnt noticed, the stick of it whacking her in the arm as she struggled to get away, clumsily pushing it off her, trying to figure out a way free. Why not mess with her a bit? Not like there was usually an opportunity for Plum to have the power between them, so just this once she took it.
There was no was she was getting away, finding the little angry form in the dark, one hand on her cheek, Peach totally froze up, no one had been stupid enough to get this close to her physically, she wanted to push back, to shout or do anything that'd gain her some distance but even in the dark as she raised a hand to do so, plum grabbed her wrist, stopped the attempt, instead pulling her closer.
'stop it, stop- get it together, she's just messing with you!' repeatedly thought, a warm cheek against hers that even stopped her trying to pull her caught hand back.
"You've never kissed anyone before have you?" The question was so close, breath on her neck, a subtle teasing undertone.
"Thats none of your buisness." Another clear answer disguised thinly under a veil of stubborness, something that made Plum smile to herself.
"You can just say 'no' like a normal person you know." The power compelled her to get closer, feeling this athletic little body against hers, the pyjamas so painfully Peach, boyish, tank top and shorts in dark colours, never once spotted in a bright tones, the complete contrast to Plum's cute outfit, pastels and frils, silks, cutesy. They couldnt be more opposite.
"Good luck forgetting who took that first from you then." No hesitation, Plum made sure there was no room for a fight, Peach was already unbalanced where she stood, one arm caught, the other trying to keep herself propped up as she was pushed back against the wall with surprising force. The lips that found hers in the dark were soft and gentle, a weird feeling she's not experienced before, too busy working towards the goals laid out by her family, no time for this kind of messing about. Normal teenager junk, not something she had room for.
God she wished she had more room for it.
By the time the pair left the closet, Plum didnt even see her little team mate, laughing with her friends, turning to see Peach already gone off up the hallway back to her room at speed. The brief peak she took over her shoulder upon turning into her dorm revealed a serious blush, something Plum revelled in, a small, perhaps unfair win.
Was it coincidence that Peach was oddly quiet in class after that? Perhaps, but at least they seemed to argue a little less over the small things. Tension however only grew between them. Plum enjoyed the power, and Peach was suddenly very aware of a new aspect of herself she'd never had the chance to consider.
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last minuets of quiet- Emily Prentiss x female/ reader
words- 1.1k
warnings- homophobia, death, case stuff, not great writing,I think that's it
you wake up to the feeling of your girlfriends warm hands moving up and down your arm in a sleepy state. Hotch has been giving everyone a lot more paperwork then usual recently and the hours you get at home have been minimal so you and Emily had decided to spend as much time together as possible out of work as you and Em have yet to tell the team about the relationship between the two of you.
its not that either of you are embarrassed or ashamed but privacy is not something you have a lot of, especially in your line of work. you have been together for almost two years now, not long after the second date Emily asked you to be her girlfriend and around the seventh date you moved into Emily's apartment.
an obnoxious ringing took you both out of your sleepy states, "prentiss." Emily says into the phone. "yes sir, ill be there soon" already knowing what the phone call was about you begin to get dresses when you feel two arms snake around your waist and Emilys head shuffle into the crook of your neck. "I don't want to go, its so nice here with you" Emily groans "me either Em but its our job" you said giggling Emily mumbling something incoherent then places a kiss to your jawline as she begins to get up and get ready herself.
the ride to the bau was short, Emilys apartment isnt far away as it is more convenient because Hotch often calls everyone in at random hours of the night.
Emilys hand shifts between the gearstick and your thigh for the entirety of the journey. you get out of the car around the corner of the bau so that it wasn't obvious that you had come here with Emily, with a team full of profilers your not sure how they had yet to figure out what was going o between the raven haired woman and yourself yet.
the team had gathered in the bullpen with tiered looks on their faces "in sorry to call you all in at such an early hour but we have a case"
the case was on six people whom had died and 1 who had gone missing more then seven hours ago the victims were found with large amounts of stab wounds, enough to class as overkill, and a cross carved into their hands, the team had information on the victims but they were trying to find the one thing that connects them all as the unsub didn't have a preference for gender nor race. "what If the unsub is targeting homosexuals" Reid suggests, Hotch turns to Garcia as she begins to do some digging for info. the tea, sits in silence while waiting for an answer "right on the money Reid, and each of the 6 victims have gone to the same gay bar within the last 4 months" Garcia says while still searching for more information like who they could have spoken to. "thank you Garcia, wheels up in 30" Hotch says nodding towards everyone.
you and Emily give each other the same knowing, pained look, you quickly speed off and get your stuff ready and head to the bathrooms as you know Emily will want to briefly talk to you before you all leave and its the one place where there is slight privacy.
Emily is not one to show emotion around people but with you she is an open book, yes you both have certain things that you prefer to keep to yourself but inevitably you end up telling each other.
you stand in the woman's restroom next to the bland shade of grey that the walls had been painted many years ago. Emily walks in a pained smile on her face as she walks closer to you. you open your welcoming arms and she gladly walks into your warm embrace. "how are we supposed to do it?" she says sniffling. it was obvious to you that she had been crying at this point with the growing wetness of you shirt.
"I don't know Em, but ill be there the whole way" yes you were struggling too but with Emilys past living with her mother the homophobia hit her hard. her mother was and most likely will never be supportive of her daughter and Emily had learned to accept that but she could never accept the sadness and anger that it fuelled.
the two of you slowly headed out to the jet slightly later then everyone else which was surprising as the two of you were usually the first ones there. the team shared a worried look when they saw the redness in Emilys eyes but they had each learned not to push her to talk.
the case moved excruciatingly slowly, it solved fast as the unsub had a clear motive and a raging signature which helped to find him fast yet every second was full of anger and pain.
Emily had decided that you both needed the last few hours before you had to leave to go on the jet to calm down and spend some much needed time together. you decided to order in Emilys favourite restaurant and watch the current series you both had been bingeing whenever you both had the chance to watch it.
as the series continued on you both began to get progressively closer to each other although you both had been together for two years you still made each others hearts race. by the end of the third episode you had your head in the crook of Emilys neck and she was running her hand up and down your arm.
the steady calmness was quickly disturbed by Reid running in shouting "HEY YN DO YOU KNOW WHERE EMILY I-" the both of you jumped apart. "Reid.. " the look of shock was evident of the younger agents face, and if there's one thing that everyone knew about Reid its that he can not keep a secret. "Reid please keep this quiet"
he backed away slowly nodding obnoxiously. "Reid-" before you could continue the rest of your sentence he bolted out of the room.
"well, you ready for our last moments of quiet" Emily said with a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, "yeah, I think its time they knew now anyway" as you both leaned forward a ecstatic Derek ran into the room "I KNEW IT, ROSSI YOU OWE ME $50!!"
#emily prentiss#criminal minds#emily prentiss imagine#emily prentiss x reader#fanfic#emily prentiss fluff#criminal minds fic#wlw
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2. Page-turning Fanfic Underneath it All by Heartsmadeofbooks 3. Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues- Hummel’s Home for Non-Conforming Adolescents by BeautifulUnseen 4. Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation- Dance Me To The End Of Love by Kurtswish 5. Wild Card - Love, Blaine by GleefulDarrenCrissfan 6. ? 7.written for a challenge- The Prom-us Misc authors
8. Made me lol - Chocolate Milk byCoffeeAddict80 9. Trope you don't usually read- Everybody's Naked and There's a Country to Run by CoffeeGleek
Thank you for your card! Find them on A03
2. Page turning fic: Underneath it All by @heartsmadeofbooks
Blaine first meets the mysterious Kurt Hummel at his brother's engagement party, and he's immediately struck by the quiet, handsome stranger. He doesn't expect their paths to cross again, but when life gives an unexpected turn, Kurt might be the only one with the power to help him save everything he cares about.
3. Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues- Hummel’s Home for Non-Conforming Adolescents by @beautifulunseen
Blaine Anderson had learned from the time he was marked as Non-Conforming that his life would never go according to plan. Still, the last thing he expected was Hummel’s Home and its head boy Kurt, who had, against all odds, escaped the same fate. Dystopian AU.
4. Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation- Dance Me To The End Of Love by @kurtswish
While unwinding at a club, Blaine Anderson meets a stranger who promises him one night of passion. When the night is over, Blaine wants more, so does Kurt; but what Kurt offers him is not quite what he was expecting.
5. Wild Card - Love, Blaine by @gleefuldarrencrissfan
Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on Love, Simon.
6. Summer story ------- no choice
7. Written for a challenge- The Prom-us Misc authors @gleefuldarrencrissfan @esperantoauthor @hkvoyage @hippohead @honeysucklepink @grlnxtdr30 @justgleekout @notyourdayrdream @missflurry @starpunchsoup Kellyb321
Kurt and Blaine met just as they did in canon, and even though Blaine realizes when Kurt sings Blackbird that he's in love with Kurt, he never says anything, and Kurt goes back to McKinley. Blaine transfers to McKinley for senior year, and they are best friends, bonding on being the only two out guys at McKinley until Karaofsky comes back. And he's out and proud, and he wants Kurt. And so he asks Kurt to be his prom date, repeatedly until Kurt, in frustration, finally blurts out that someone already asked him. He said the first name that came to mind, Blaine's. On top of that, he tells Dave that they are now dating. Now, Kurt needs to convince his best friend to take him to the biggest event of their high school year, senior prom.
Tropes: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, High school Klaine, Canon Divergent
8. Fic made me laugh out loud - Chocolate Milk by @caramelcoffeeaddict CoffeeAddict80
Based off a prompt found on tumblr -- “Yes, I know this is a bar, but you’re a really hot bartender, and I panicked and said “CHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me what I wanted to drink, now I just want to crawl away and hide forever” AU
9. Trope you don't usually read- Everybody's Naked and There's a Country to Run by @coffeegleek
A take on the "prince/king!Blaine and prince/king!Kurt are getting married and have to do it while naked in front of their loyal subjects" trope. It’s pure crack taken seriously. I’m blaming the heat. The fic started as this wisp of an idea and a single funny Kurt line. It was supposed to all be fast paced and instead sometimes dissolves into a bit of world building, exposition, and Kurt feelings. I do try my best and hope that at least some of the jokes and humor land. It also developed a full blown plot that has a beginning and an end.
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make like a sundae and split!
Initially inspired by the harringrove week prompt "stood up." Also inspired by posts of people headcanoning that Billy is loud and proud of being gay.
~1600 words
Steve can’t muster up the energy to feel bad about abandoning the girl he was supposed to go on a date with. He has half an ounce in the glovebox and an unrelenting need to find Billy. He wants to smoke with him, maybe shotgun a couple of beers, go hunt down a party somewhere. Really, he wants to ignore whatever has been niggling in the back of his mind for months now.
Since Billy deemed him worthy enough to know exactly how Billy feels about who. How Billy feels about guys specifically and singularly. That the girls and the flirting with Mrs. Wheeler has meant nothing, has always meant nothing.
Steve’s girls have, historically, meant a great deal. A potential to find the great love of his life, to set his heart ablaze. To mend the holes torn into it that Steve tried to fix with rainbow bandages. And this one tonight, Stacey or Lacey, or something like that was supposed to be the next one in the long line to help King Steve sleep better at night.
But as he was fixing his hair in the mirror. And tying up his sneakers, extra tight with a double knot so he doesn’t trip and make a fool of himself. His mind kept wandering. To a locker room conversation, a very different one from the ones he was used to.
“Yeah, Hagan, go cry about the fact that I’m fucking queer to literally anyone else!” Billy had snapped, shouting after Tommy whose face was bright red.
“You’re disgusting!” Tommy H had called back, but he seemed too embarrassed by it to really believe that.
Steve had been staring, towel slung around his shoulders, hair wet and frizzing up from the humidity. He was supposed to be meeting Jonathan and Nancy for a double date because his life was sad and tragic.
Billy had looked around the locker room, towel clenched tight to his side as he stared at each of the boys. “Anyone else got a fucking problem with it?”
One by one the other boys turned away, back to their lockers and bags, dropping their gazes to Billy’s split knuckles.
“No one cares, Hargrove,” Steve had drawled, picking up his towel to finish drying off his hair. Maybe it was to show Billy the long line of his torso, the way his muscles pulled when he lifted his arms.
Billy had licked over his teeth, snarled them in Steve’s direction and stalked back to finish conditioning his hair.
But what Steve said still went, so no one cared in Hawkins. Helped that Billy already had a reputation.
It’s a conversation Steve has replayed in his head a thousand times. It’s gotten to the point where he’s not even positive that was his response. Maybe he had dropped to his knees instead and asked Billy to teach him what he knew. Maybe he hadn’t said anything at all. But he wants to say something now.
The pool is dark, the only lights left on are the ones out front and the one by the locker rooms. Steve knows those locker rooms, the way they smell after a long day, how the metal lockers will get slick with heat and humidity from the showers.
He parks outside the fence, crooked and almost touching Billy’s Camaro. It’ll piss the other guy off, so Steve does it deliberately because he can. Because he’s left a girl on a date and he’s killing his reputation by doing it and it’s all for Billy so the least he can do is make sure the guy is angry about it.
Steve heads inside, towards the men’s locker room and he hopes to god Heather didn’t close tonight. Usually the girls don’t because it’s too dangerous, but Steve’s luck would probably have that.
He pushes open the door, the room is pretty quiet, but he can hear someone on the other side of the wall moving around.
“Pool’s closed!” Hargrove’s voice floats, more like barrels over.
Steve keeps walking in, ignores him.
“I said the pool’s closed, asshole, you got shit in your ears or something?” Billy demands, walking around with his jeans unbuttoned. He’s still soaking wet, hair plastered to his forehead and back. It’s like he forgot to use a towel.
Steve smirks at him, leans on the wall separating the toilets from the showers and lockers. “Hargrove.”
“Harrington,” Billy replies, biting his lip as he looks him over. “Heard you got a pool all your own? Decided to what? Grace us little people with your presence?”
Steve licks his own lips, drops his gaze to Billy’s mouth. Thinks about a wet dream he had. Doesn’t respond.
Billy gets irritated by that. His brow twitches and he turns to grab a shirt to pull over his head. Still soaking fucking wet. “You need something? I got plans tonight.”
“No you don’t,” Steve says, stepping into Billy’s space.
Billy looks over his shoulder, slides his eyes back, his lips part. “That so?”
Steve crowds him into the locker, skirts past him, leans against the lockers next to him with an audible bang. “It is. I canceled my plans, so you’re canceling yours.”
Billy flips his wet hair onto his clothed back with a damp thwack. He buttons his jeans, grabs a bag from the locker and tosses it on the bench. “Why should I?”
“Because I have half an ounce with your name on it,” Steve replies, tilting his head back on the lockers to stare at the concrete ceiling of the room. It’s still humid in here, smells like chlorine and chemicals.
“Okay, you’re speaking a language I’m familiar with,” Billy says, closing his locker. He twists the lock three times like it's a habit.
Steve drags his gaze over to look at Billy for a long moment. “I used to be a lifeguard, you know.”
“I heard from Holloway, what made you quit?” Billy asks, crossing his arms and leaning against his locker too.
Steve shrugs, looks away. Feels his heart constrict. Doesn’t let it show on his face. “My dad told me I had to get a less faggy job,” he mutters. “Jokes on him though because now I wear a sailor suit every day.”
Billy licks over his top teeth, stares at Steve for a long time. His eyes feel like a hot brand in the skin on the side of his face. “No one cares, Harrington,” he says slowly.
Steve looks back at Billy, boring his own eyes into Billy’s. His heartbeat picks up in his chest and he crosses his arms to keep it inside.
Billy waits him out, tries to not be the first one to say something, but he’s too damn impatient. He tilts his head against the lockers, drags his eyes along Steve’s face. “Half an ounce, you said?”
Steve nods, slow and steady to hopefully calm himself down. He takes a deep breath of the local pool’s air, breathes it out through his nose. “Half an ounce.”
Billy grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. He shrugs the other strap on too and steps away from the lockers, flip-flopped feet slapping across the tile floor. “Well, come on then, not gonna smoke itself.”
Steve follows at a sedate pace, hits the lights after he walks past them. He plunges the place into darkness and suddenly he feels sixteen again, terrified of being on his own and trying not to be. He’s been trusted with this responsibility and he can handle it. Why is the dark worse than being responsible for keeping people alive?
Billy whirls on Steve when he sees how close he’s parked to the Camaro. Half an inch and their mirrors would touch. He snarls, grabs Steve by the front of his shirt, hauls him over to push him against the BMW.
Billy growls in his face, gets a finger in his chest, mimics Steve for just a moment. They’re shrouded in yellow lights that buzz in the night. There’s a faint sound of moths hitting it high above their heads and around them the world is dark. Steve knows there are stars out there somewhere.
He licks his lips, drops his gaze to Billy’s grimacing mouth. He doesn’t remember the girl he stood up. “Sorry to the plans of yours I ruined.”
Billy’s expression shifts, he makes a face, wrinkles his nose. There’s something in his eyes, but he’ll never be that vulnerable with Steve to say it. “She’ll get over it. Wasn’t gonna put out anyway.”
Steve laughs, a stupid little breathless thing. He finds it weird that he doesn’t feel like a girl. Maybe he should with the way Billy is pushing him into his car, the way he still has a finger in his chest. Steve’s heart is doing its damndest to touch it. “Didn’t take you for a prude.”
Billy’s snarl is back and he bites when he kisses. But his finger flattens out his palm and keeps Steve pressed to his car with his entire body. And the dark is so much scarier than keeping people alive, but Steve thinks he’s finally found the flashlight.
Or maybe it’s just the sun coming out after a rainstorm, a rainbow arcing in the sky above them.
Steve closes his eyes into the kiss, grips Billy’s back with bruising fingers, feels rivulets of water running over them. His nose kind of hurts from being pressed at a weird angle, but he has Billy’s lower lip between his teeth and his thigh pressed between both of Billy’s so he can’t move. He lets it go.
Maybe. He cares, Hargrove.
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(i thought this would be finished by now, but it’s not, so oh well. have a snippet instead)
Is this a follow-up to one of my Cruel Summer Fest fics written instead from Sirius’ POV? Possibly. yes Is it inspired by another song (but not t swift)? Maybe. yes
Here, have some!
"Why didn't you tell us?" asks Sirius after a while, and Remus releases as sigh, like he'd been waiting, anticipating.
"Dunno," he mumbles, one arm reaching up and pushing under his head, cradling it in his elbow. Sirius doesn't have to see it to know those brown waves of his are spilling over his skin like sunlit waterfalls. "S'not really an easily accepted thing yet, is it? People are still…unkind. Judgmental. Suppose I was trying to avoid that."
Sirius hums a little. "We wouldn't have judged. You know that."
"I know," comes the soft reply. "I don't know why I never said. Think I was scared. I shouldn't have been."
Sirius sits with those words for a while, puzzling over them, sorting through them in the jumbled chaos that's his own head. They make a terrifying sort of sense.
"Think I might be too."
"What?"
Sirius chews on the inside of his cheek. "Bent." Then he huffs, the sound turning to a long sigh. "Gay. Think I might be gay."
Remus is silent for a time, and Sirius resists the urge to squirm. "Why didn't you tell us?" he echoes eventually, tone light, almost teasing. It eases something in Sirius from saying the words, finally.
"Dunno," mutters Sirius. "Think I'm still…figuring it out."
Remus doesn't say anything in response, and they remain still for a long time. Sirius stares intently upwards, eyes fixed on the red draping fabric, trying to sort it all out in his head, though he thinks maybe he's already reached where he needs to be. Then he feels the light brush of skin over his own, fingers wrapping around his forearm. Remus still doesn't speak, but there's the squeeze of pressure that doesn't relent for several seconds, and something about it relaxes Sirius completely. He falls asleep in Remus' bed that night.
Things go back to normal after that, or as normal as they ever are for the foursome of friends that seem to constantly search out chaos and calamity with every breath they take. Remus pushes Sirius to study and Sirius ignores him. Sirius drags Remus outside for sunlight and fresh air. Remus grumbles under his breath. Everything is good and right.
Except…
Except Sirius can't stop thinking about it. He stares at his homework and sees that hand disappearing down the front of Remus' trousers. He throws a roll at James across the dinner table and he hears that deep, gruff, enticed voice echoing through his ears. He lays in bed at night when the rest of the school is quiet except for snores and mumbled words filled with heavy sleep and he pictures those lust-blown eyes fixed on him, imagines those kiss-swollen, red lips speaking his name in whispers and gasps, needful pleas falling from a lazy, wet tongue Sirius wants to suck between his teeth.
Sirius spends a lot more time with his hand shoved down his own trousers until he's forced to admit maybe this isn't just idle curiosity, but something. But he never speaks to it, never makes comment. He watches Remus disappear with a bloke here, another there. It's never many, but at some point, they always seem to change while Sirius remains the same, telling himself he's not pining after one of his best friends, but pining all the same.
At the beginning of their last year, Remus finally lets it out, stops hiding it away from those surrounding them. He seems happier for it, and while a few people make comments, most don't seem to care. James and Sirius shut the mouths of those that do.
Remus becomes more vocal about who he's seeing. They invade their gatherings, those intimate times when Sirius had once been able to stare at Remus nearly unhindered. That changes. Sirius learns to control himself, just a little. Eventually, he settles into his own stuff sneaking around, finding his own bits of fun and exploration, but he always circles back round to brown waves and brown eyes and chapped, half-raw lips from where Remus gnaws on them while reading.
The first true boyfriend – a word that still sounds a bit odd in Sirius' head – Remus has lasts for two months. Sirius sits around and watches them, studying the bloke closely, searching out flaws. There are many. Sirius keeps a list. He never shows it to Remus. And eventually, they part ways. That's when it happens, that thought surging up for the first time.
This is it.
Sirius can already feel the other's skin under his fingertips. He can taste the sweetness of his tongue in his mouth, can smell the citrus shampoo Remus uses from his nose pressing into those soft, flowing waves. Sirius is already living it clearly, his name filling his own ears even as Remus' tumbles from his parted, anxious lips. It's going to happen. Now Remus will finally look up and see all that Sirius is carefully trying to hide away. He'll find those secrets, uproot them, shine his light on them, dazzle Sirius until he's blind with it.
But he doesn't.
Sirius waits patiently, and then impatiently. He waits until Remus doesn't show for dinner one night, and when Sirius and the others finally stumble across him, he's otherwise engaged in the dark corner of a corridor, another tongue that doesn't belong to Sirius searching out the secrets of his throat.
#love you with my eyes closed#wolfstar#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius x remus#sirius/remus#looook#pretty and shiny#and incomplete#follow-up fic#sirius pov#snippet#my writing#holli writes
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#fictober22 day three
"That was not my intention."
original fiction
word count: 805
tw: guns (minor), blood (minor)
Terra had woken up in her fair share of weird places. Among her most notable were right outside of some random family’s campsite, with her leg in a bear trap, and the bathroom of a gay bar.
That had not been on a full moon, however, so it was a little more embarrassing.
She may have had a new one beat it as she blinked awake, feeling like she had a mild hangover as usual post-transformation. It took her a moment to realize she couldn’t really move her arms. When she had enough sense in her, Terra noticed she wasn’t outside. She was in someone’s house. And more than that, she was tied to the bannister, hands bound with rope. Thankfully, whoever had tied her up had the decency to wrap a blanket around her so she wasn’t completely exposed. The dried blood on it was… worrying, to say the least.
“Hi?” Terra called out to the quiet house. “Uh, this is a big misunderstanding. I don’t know what the misunderstanding was about, but I can explain.”
There was a rustle of some noise, but no one responded. She took the time to look around. The windows were too far away for her to try and see where she was. But yesterday evening, she knew she’d driven out to the boonies to transform. Terra hadn’t thought she’d been close to anyone’s property. It seemed she had been mistaken.
Finally, she heard loud footsteps and winced. When she looked up, she saw who she assumed was her captor. It was an older woman, maybe early fifties if she had to guess. She wasn’t very tall, even from Terra’s perspective on the ground. Her short hair was more grey than brown. Despite the early hour, she was already dressed in a plaid shirt tucked into a pair of dark brown pants. She had a shotgun in hand, which brought about a memory from the night before. Did she shoot her last night?
“You’re awake,” the farmer (she was assuming she was a farmer, at least) said. “Now you can tell me what the hell you were doing on my property.”
“Uh.” She had said she could explain, but saying she was a werewolf was a hard sell to someone already holding a shotgun. “I don’t really remember last night. Did you shoot me?” Terra asked, not really thinking.
“I shot something out there and found you, covered in blood.” She motioned to the blanket. “Figured I couldn’t just leave you out there.”
“So you tied me up?” asked Terra incredulously. “I could have been dying!”
“I only said you were covered in blood! I didn’t want to shoot you, that was not my intention.” The farmer narrowed her eyes. “Unless you were the one out there trying to steal my sheep.”
Well, now that she thought about, her mouth was kind of woolly.
“So. Funny story,” Terra chuckled, but it fell flat. “That might have been me, but not me? Not the me you found and tied up for-” she yanked on the rope- “some reason. You know, I could have just laid on the couch.”
The farmer seemed unconvinced. She couldn’t blame her. Time to stop being vague, she supposed.
“I’m a werewolf,” she said, defeated. “Now can you let me go? Or at least untie me, my wrists are started to chafe.” Her voice got a little whiny at the end, but she couldn’t help it. She’d woken up being held captive on someone’s stairs, for Christ’s sake! “I won’t come over here anymore during the full moon, I promise.”
With a sigh, the farmer set down her shotgun carefully. “Fine.” She came over and knelt down by her with a groan, before taking a pocket knife out.
As she sliced through the ropes, Terra couldn’t help but focus on the calloused hands cutting her free. They were barely touching, but now that her life wasn’t in danger, she would admit her captor was kind of attractive. God! What was this, some old bodice ripper?
When her wrists were free, she hopped up, only remembering a moment later about the blanket keeping her decent. She scooped it up, covering her chest. “I know I’m asking a lot, but you wouldn’t happen to have clothes I could borrow? Or directions?”
It felt like a bad time to realize that the hot farmer was in fact shorter than her, if only by a few inches.
Apparently, she must have seemed pathetic enough to garner sympathy as the farmer sighed. “I’ve still got some of my son’s clothes, they’ll probably fit.”
She brushed past Terra as she headed up the stairs, and she called out, “Thank you!”
This was ranking very high on embarrassing encounters, but if she played her cards right, maybe she could angle for her number.
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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 22: Blackbird
Summary: Not all gay awakenings are positive, and not all reactions to rejection are healthy.
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I opened the door. I followed the lead.
They said you just have to move towards the light.
Say, ‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’
My mind wrote a letter my heart couldn’t read.
A heart confused, misused, shamed, and contrite.
So I opened the door. I followed the lead.
Is this how it feels to be freed?
To accept who I am, what my forebears would indict?
Saying, ‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’
Waking up gay, a gay awakening, is this what I need?
Then why does my heart hurt, my chest still feel tight
Since I opened the door and followed the lead?
A mirror, I practice, repeating my screed.
But my expression remains the same, try as I might.
‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’
‘It’s too late,’ it threatens, it chokes like a weed.
Self-acceptance is a resignation, a reaction born from spite.
But I opened the door. I followed the lead.
Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.
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Stede doesn’t respond to Ed’s text. Not through the night or the next day. The blog post is angry, sad. Ed assumes that something happened with Stede’s father, but Stede isn’t asking Ed for comfort. He doesn’t want Ed’s love, or his friendship.
Ed was an idiot. Again.
And being an idiot, he does what he’s always done and calls Izzy. His voice is already breaking as Izzy answers the phone.
“What is it, Edward?”
“I’m so stupid, Izzy. I did it.”
“Did what?”
“I kissed him.”
“Fucking hell, Ed! I told you. Why would you do that?”
“I… I love him.”
“For fuck’s sake, this happens every time. And he rejected you, didn’t he?”
Ed feels so small. He can barely get it out. “Mmhmm.”
“And I’m supposed to drop everything and comfort you ,again, is that it?”
“Come on Izzy, you’re my friend. That’s what friends are for.”
“You have no fuckin’ clue about friendship, Ed. You drop me as soon as someone shiny and new comes along, and then I have to fix it when they leave. Every time! Do you know how draining it is?”
“I… I can guess.”
“You can guess, but you don’t know. I’ve been divorced twice, Ed. What were you doing both times?”
Ed sighs. “I don’t know, what do you want me to say, Iz?”
“You were too busy doing drugs with Jack to be there for me, weren’t you?”
Ed is silent for a few seconds. “Yeah.”
“Go to a gay bar, find someone who actually likes you back, get a therapist, I don’t care what you do. But it’s time to grow up. It’s time to figure it out for yourself. I have shit going on.” Izzy hangs up.
Tough love. Ed’s mind immediately thinks of Stede’s father. Then Stede. Then hurt.
Logically he knows not to blame Izzy. Ed has always taken from Izzy. He’s never given back, not where it counts. Anonymous donations to Los Robles didn’t count for much if they were anonymous.
It’s at this moment that Ed realizes that despite all the encouragement he gave to Stede, Ed doesn’t really know what a friend does, either.
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Mary: Did you meet with the estate lawyer?
Stede: Yes.
Mary: And?
Stede: It should be airtight. Preparing for lawsuit anyway.
Mary: You know I’m not going to ask for any of it in the divorce, Stede. The timing is just bad.
Stede: You are entitled to it and you will have it.
Stede: You deserve it. For everything.
Mary: See you tomorrow @ 11?
Stede: yeah
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Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. Right?
Maybe.
He manages to make it through the dinner all right. He’s quiet, but that’s okay. It gives him a chance to listen to Alma and Louis bicker a little bit, to see the drawings they’ve done and tell him about school. He can hear about Mary’s art show, which of course was a success, and he can feel a tiny bit of gratitude as she takes care to talk around any mentions of Doug.
At one point Alma pointedly asks Stede what he’s been up to, and he’s a bit at a loss to answer her.
“Well… I’ve been thinking a lot, I suppose.”
“That sounds boring.”
Stede huffs. “I haven’t had a lot of time to think recently, Alma. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break.”
“You could take a break here with us.” Alma looks down at her food, pushing her green beans around with her fork.
Stede puts his hand on hers. “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart. I just need a little time to myself.”
“I thought that’s what you had work for.”
Stede shakes his head. “No, not even a little bit.”
When they finish, Stede isn’t too far in his own head yet, so he manages to clean up, do the dishes, to look around at the kitchen that he no longer considers to be his. He never considered any of this to be his, really. It’s as if he’s just been borrowing it.
He finishes up and slides on his coat, prepared to sneak out of one life that isn’t his into another life he hasn’t made yet. But Mary spots him.
“Stede… you don’t have to run away, you know? You can stay here. You can live here with us for now. Let me help you.”
Stede stops to think about this, if just for a moment. He imagines living as a ghost in his own home, too afraid to face his wife, his children. He imagines sitting on his bed, confessing everything to Mary, everything he feels. And in this imagination, they have a wonderful talk, one that solves and clarifies everything. Like it’s so easy. And Stede leaves the house, in his imagination, with new-found purpose as he reaches Ed’s apartment, knocks on the door, says those three words, and they embrace and live happily ever after.
In his imagination.
But Stede is a useless, pathetic coward. And his dreams will never come true.
So he gives a wan smile instead, tells Mary, “Okay, I’ll think about it,” and gets in his car.
Stede has always felt safest personifying inanimate objects. His hotel room has a minibar. He tells himself that’s the only friend he needs.
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Ed: hey
Jack: hey you unblocked me
Jack: ya getting lonely big guy
Ed: what if i am
Jack: door’s always open
Ed: you really gotta lock that shit
Ed: on my way
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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:
Now you remind me of something I’ll never have
So, blackbird don’t sing
Comments:
MauritianSupremacy: Hey, we’re planning to take you out for drinks, you left the group chat. Check your texts
PracticallyGayJesus: lucy told me to tell you we miss you
LucyFlawless: That was not the way to deliver that message, babe
Chapter 23
#ofmd modern au#modern alternate universe#ellie modern au#cross posted on ao3#ofmd fanfic#our flag means death fanfic#stede x ed#gentlebeard#blackbonnet#ellie aosc
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To my new aquaintance, a 30 year old gay man;
We casually speak to each other as if we have met at least once before. Out of boredom and pure curiosity I asked him for his zodiac sign followed by finding out his lifepath number. He was a Leo and his lifepath number was 4. I was very familiar with this type of person.
My ex boyfriend whom I dated for years, towards the end of high school, had a significant importance in my life at the time. I told my new aquaintance that lifepath 4’s are extremely disiplined, like stability, routine, and structure. Extremely hardworking people, that like to set goals. Outside of that, I told him that I admire how much Leos love unconditionally and being a lifepath 4 is such an overlooked mentally strong person. Someone that can lose it all today and rebuild everything again. Once things go extremely wrong, I admire the fact that they can start from scratch and rebuild their lifestyle. He ended up crying in my arms in public because he had never felt so heard and so seen. He admitted that he use to be too busy pouring into other people’s cups that he felt empty and in order for him to fully love another person again he has to fully love himself.
Why Leos are my favorite sign:
This took me back to a time where my ex and I were together and we had fond memories. He was a very good partner and a loyal friend. I use to visit my friend’s house every day who lived down the street…
My ex was always there because they were bestfriends. He was someone who almost all the girls at my school had a crush on. He was 5’10, mixed with black and asian, toned with abs, built arms, tattoos, a deep jawline, quiet, and very calm. At a glance, I could tell he was good looking, just normally not the type of men I went for. He was a pretty boy.
Gradually we became closer, we started to sleep next to each other, and became more touchy. We ended up becoming friends with benefits because he expressed attraction towards me. He asked me out and we became a couple. I could already feel his love towards me growing everyday as we got to know each other. He had severe mommy issues. His mom ended up kicking him out and I took him in. He was forever appreciative of this. I was still very young at the age of 17 and he was 19. Living together made us know everything about each other. I had undiagnosed BPD. I was extremely moody, sad, anxious, jealous, angry, happy, and unhappy all in a matter of hours. I often took things out on him, because I was so broken and so hurt from childhood trauma and wounds. He made things at home as peaceful as he could. We would shower together, cook for each other, go on dates, and watch movies together. He always gave me half his paychecks, bought me my first car, paid for my upkeep, and helped me with my homework. I felt very taken cared of. He always remembered every holiday, birthday, and more. He did whatever possible to make life easier for me and always kept his word.
He truly loved me for who I was. He came home one day with my name tattooed. I felt really special and adored. We spent most of our days going to work, cooking, playing video games, and enjoying our time together. Being so young, I still wanted to hangout with my friends. We hung out with mutual friends, but it wasn’t the same. We both grew very jealous hanging out with the opposite sex. He thought I loved male attention, bruh-girls definitely didn’t exist in 2012. I guess it didn’t matter to me whether I went out or not, but I also felt like I was missing out on life.
We eventually had to move away from each other and both of us lost the ability to make effort or stay in touch, I suppose. I don’t remember our ending too much. I just know we tried to get back together again and we just didn’t feel the same. I mostly only liked him as a friend. I wasn’t able to feel for him romantically.
What I learned:
As much I think I wasted time, I actually didn’t. I learned so much from this. I learned how to appreciate the small things in life more and how to love. Us being together kept both of us safe from nonsense. We built together, worked together, and reached personal goals. I did not have immediate family emotionally there for me at the time. Later, when I helped him make amends with his mother, his family treated me like family. He showed me the love and loyalty I never got. I appreciate all of his efforts for being there for me. I wish I felt the same way towards him, but I didn’t and just couldn’t force myself to. However, I wish him the best sincerely and hope life treats him as well as he once treated me. We do not follow each other on social media and I do not have feelings for him, but part of me wishes maybe some day I will meet someone and will be able to give them a love so selfless, unconditional, and pure. I hope that he is doing well, married and with the children he always wanted.
P.S. I am sorry I never loved you in that way, but thank you for being in my life and showing me something I didn’t know I needed.
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When Hannah Gadsby said "I dont want my story to be defined by anger" and when she said "I am tired" and when she said "there is nothing stronger than a broken women who has rebuilt herself" and when she said "where are the quiet gays supposed to go?" and when she said "you learn from the part you focus on" and when she said "you internalize that hatred and you learn to hate yourself"
....I felt that.
#if you can forgive him you should. let me hate him for you#personal post#hannah gadsby#just......feeling a very certain way i guess. thinking about....not belonging#thinking about Him obviously (alex manes) but specifically the parts of myself i see in him that everyone else seems to quick to write off#and they are things that i honestly value so much in myself and like yeah this is the thing we're always talking about right?#the value people find in stories doesnt mean they dont like people who share traits with characters they dislike#but still just....to see a gay character so intentional about believing the good in humanity#believing in that good and that capacity for change DESPITE the world trying to tell him otherwise#but the thing is?#i dont want anyone to hate anyone for me. even the people who've hurt me#i just....want the things holding them back to get better. i want to change the situations that led to those hurts#not punish people for things long after theyre over#im just. tired. and sad. and want so deeply to belong while simultaneously feeling like i never will#where are the quiet gays supposed to go? the ones who have already had their fill of violence and hurt and anger#and who now just want peace#where do we go? you know.#im so tired
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Why have one when there’s three?
Bat boys x reader
Azriel x Rhys x Cassian x Reader
(mostly them fucking her, but little bit gay)
SMUT
Word count: 3142
I should not be doing this. I should not be doing this, you keep thinking to yourself. Cassian seems so nice, though. He’s funny and sweet and absolutely beautiful. And you do want this. You hardly know him, though. You’ve had sex before, but only with one other male, and you’d known him for years. You’d only just met Cassian this evening, and now he was walking you to his house.
While he holds your hand and directs the two of you back to his house, you think about what he’ll look like naked and imagine him being inside of you. Then you wonder what it would be like to have two males inside you, or three. No. You shut yourself down. You read a book once where the girl was taken by multiple males, and you’ve been curious, but you certainly aren’t ready for that. Right?
Ahead, you can see a little bit of light, but before you get too close, Cassian veers slightly to the left, away from the lights, before stopping near a small stone house. Turning toward you, he smiles and whispers to you, “a few things before we go inside: you have to be quiet until we get upstairs, if you see any other males just ignore them, they’re idiots, and we might be sharing a bed. But it’s a big bed, so don’t worry.”
You’re confused, but before you can ask for him to elaborate, Cassian pulls you by the hand toward the house and motions for you to be quiet. He walks to what appears to be the back door of a house and quietly swings the door open. On the other side of the house is light and some small commotion. Your curious mind peaks, but before you can investigate, Cassian pulls you inside and quietly shuts the door.
You’re about to say something, but he puts a finger to your lips, motioning for you to be quiet, then quick as a bat, he leans in and puts his lips where his finger was a moment ago. Your hands go up to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. He pulls you closer by the hips and opens his mouth slightly, letting his tongue run across the seam of your lips. You open your mouth to let him inside, and his tongue sets you on fire. He definitely knows what he’s doing, and it shocks you enough to let a surprised moan escape.
At the sudden sound from you, one of Cassian's hands on your hips moves to slap your ass, and you let out a surprised squeal. Cassian just chuckles and says, “I told you to stay quiet,” and you realize he’d only said that and kissed you to trick you, but when you try to speak, he painfully slaps your ass again and points to the stairs leading up.
You walk up with him behind you, and when you make it to a short hall, he leads you to a bedroom on the left. The door is still closed, but you think you hear the sounds of another female in pleasure on the other side. When Cassian opens the door, you find that you were right. And he wasn’t joking about sharing a bed. A large bed sits in the middle of the room, and on the far left is a sleeping male, while on the right is a winged male relentlessly fucking into a blonde female.
“You’re on my side of the bed, Az,” Cassian says to the male, who only grumbles and lifts the female in his arms and moves more toward the center of the bed. Turning to you again with a grin on his face, Cassian says, “strip,” and walks back toward the bed. He sits down, back to the headboard, and waits for you to do as instructed.
You hadn’t expected to have an audience, but you suppose none of the others are paying attention, so you start pulling your dress over your shoulders and let it fall to the ground before you. Cassian licks his lips at the sight of you, and his eyes grow darker. Your chest is bare, and you're only wearing panties now. When you go to pull them down, Cassian tells you to turn around. Doing as he said, you stare at the corner of the room before bending over to pull your panties down your legs.
When you’ve finally revealed yourself to him, he groans an approving sound and tells you to turn back around. When you do, you find him completely naked in the same position he had been in before and now stroking his cock. Motioning with a single finger for you to come to him, he continues stroking himself with his other hand.
You walk toward him, preparing to sit on his cock, but he tuts at you, “ah aha ah, y/n. I want your mouth first, sweetheart.” You grumble but kneel on the bed, preparing to suck Cassian’s cock. A low chuckle sounds from behind you at your grumbling, and you turn to find Cassian’s friend ‘Az’ watching you while still pounding into his female. You blush at the attention and turn back to Cassian. He grabs you by your hair and pushes you toward his cock. You stick out your tongue, licking up from base to tip before wrapping your lips around his glorious wet tip. You suck it gently without pushing more into your mouth. Cassian doesn’t like that and forces you further down his cock.
“Can I, Cas?” you hear from behind you, and after Cassian nods, you feel a sharp sting on your ass. Azriel spanked you. And you liked it if the moan that slipped from your mouth was any indication. They both chuckled, and Az said, “I guess it’s not much of a punishment then,” slapping your ass again.
A minute later, after thoroughly taking Cassian's cock down your throat, he pulled you up from his cock and lowered himself further down the bed. “Ride me,” he ordered. You positioned yourself over his cock and moaned when it touched you. Lining him up directly with your hole, you sunk down on his length. He was far bigger than the male you had done this with before, and the feeling of him stretching you apart was excruciating and yet wonderful, too.
You lifted yourself up and back, down onto his thick cock, but the feeling was already becoming too much. You fell forward and caught yourself on Cassian's chest. With your hands gripping his shoulders, you leaned your head onto his chest and moaned loudly, pushing back onto his cock. Cassian moved the hair from your face and wiped the tears that had spilled from your eyes. “Is it too much?” he asked. You shook your head furiously and continued pushing back. Behind you, Azriel’s female was moaning louder, and he was grunting quietly, too. The bed shook more, throwing you off pace, as he thrust into her harder.��
Cassian grips your hips and pushes forward, laying you down on your back. You can see Azriel at an upside-down angle now and watch as he finishes with the female. Cassian is slowly pushing inside roughly with his head on your shoulder. You grip his shoulders and look at Azriel. You meet his hazel eyes and stare at one another. The female below him has her eyes closed tightly as she cums, and when Azriel is finally ready, he pulls out and cums into the air with a long, low moan. Cassian, sitting up now, laughs as some of Azriel’s cum lands on your face. He smiles, scooping the cum up with a finger and puts it to your mouth. You suck Azriel’s salty cum from Cassian's finger, closing your eyes. “Does he taste good, y/n?” Cassian asks, still thrusting into your pussy. “I bet he tastes delicious,” And Cassian takes his finger again and collects more of Azriel’s cum from the other female’s stomach. You open your mouth expectantly, but Cassian puts the finger in his own mouth and moans while he sucks Azriel’s cum from it. “I was right,” he says, looking at you, then up to Azriel, “delicious.”
You don’t see Azriel's face, but whatever look he gave Cassian made him thrust faster and blew his eyes darker. Cassian pushed your thighs up to your chest and held them there while he settled into the new angle and pushed harder. You cum and moan loud enough to make the male on the other side of the bed wake and faintly hear Azriel laugh, but you can’t focus on anything as Cassian continues thrusting into you.
You register little from the rest of the time. At some point, you are on your hands and knees while Cassian destroys you from behind, and the other male-Rhysand was his name-jerked himself off while watching. Azriel leaves to return his female to her home after cleaning her up, and by the time he has returned, you’ve cum more times than you were able to count and are lying nearly unconscious on Cassian's chest.
…….
It’s hours later when you wake up between Cassian and Azriel. You’ve been entirely cleaned up and there’s no mess between your legs, but it doesn’t matter because looking at Azriel’s sleeping form is making you wet. His chest is exposed to you and his abs are perfect. You want to lick up his chest, kiss his lips, and feel him inside you while you suck Cassian's glorious cock again.
You sit up in bed suddenly and decide you need to cool off, so you walk to the bathroom. The lights are already on, and when you look up, you find yourself staring at a nearly naked Rhysand with a towel around his waist. And he stares down at you, too. Utterly naked before him. He smirks, “hello.”
“Hi,” you croak out. That makes him grin wider.
He leans forward, “you smell...absolutely wonderful,” he whispers, breathing you in. That’s when you remember how wet you are, and he can, of course, smell it on you. He pushes you lightly against the closed door and you look up into his violet eyes, “want me to take care of it for you?”
“..but Cassian…” you choke out.
“-wouldn’t mind,” Rhys says, “we’ve shared females before. As long as you want me to, there’s no problem,” he’s kissing down your neck now, and you’re breathing heavily. Upon letting out one breathy moan, he asks, “Was that a yes?”
You nod quickly, and Rhys falls to his knees before you. He lifts one leg onto his shoulder before licking up your pussy. You’re moaning loudly above him and trying to cover your mouth to stay quiet. When Rhys has made you cum twice and looks up to see you with your fist in your mouth, moaning as your eyes roll back, he stands and says, “if you wanted something to put in your mouth, you should have said that earlier. I have the perfect thing,” And he pushes you to your knees, dropping the towel around his waist.
His cock springs free and juts out toward you. Rhys wastes no time. He grabs your head and sticks his cock in, roughly pushing down your throat. It burns to take all of him, but he doesn’t care. He watches the tears spill from your eyes as he thrust deeper and deeper into your throat.
When he’s twitching in your mouth, nearly about to cum, he pulls out and lifts you to your feet. Turning you to face the mirrored counter, he lifts your right leg, exposing your pussy in the mirror. “Watch while I fuck you, y/n,” he growled, pushing into you.
His cock was not quite as thick as Cassians but was slightly longer. Your walls clamped around him as he held you to his chest, and you were forced to watch his many inches thrust into your pussy. Your right hand snaked around his neck and held tightly as he relentlessly continued his pace. He pulled it away a moment later, though. Pushing you down, you were bent over the counter and no longer watching yourself. Rhys grabbed your hips and pulled you against him again. Realigning himself with your entrance, he thrust. You quaked around him and came again while he continued pounding deep and hard. You were aching and moaning so loudly you were sure to wake Cassian. That’s what you thought happened when the door opened minutes later, and Rhys was still destroying you, but it wasn’t Cassian. It’s Azriel. Completely naked, Azriel.
You make eye contact with him, still bent over the counter. You don’t think Rhys notices his presence, he doesn’t falter his pace, just pulls your wrist behind your back, holding them to you as he continues. Azriel smirks and watches, gaze occasionally coming back to meet your eyes. He’s hard, you notice, and his cock might even be bigger than Rhys’s, you think. As if hearing this, Rhys growls and thrust harder while Azriel laughs behind him. Moments later, you’ve cum again, and Rhys’ cum is filling you. When he finally pulls out and steps back, you fall to the floor, unable to hold yourself up on your shaking legs.
Azriel walks up to you and lifts you to his waist. He walks out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Laying you down on the middle of the bed, he spreads your legs and crawls up to you while Rhys settles on his side. Pressing his lips to yours, Azriel groans deeply, “so perfect,” he murmurs against your lips. You don’t even notice he’s lined himself up with your entrance as he kisses everywhere from your mouth to your breasts. But then he’s slowly pushing into you, and you’re throwing your head back in ecstasy and gripping his shoulders.
Rhys chuckles to your right before scooting closer to draw your tongue into his mouth. Azriel sits up straighter and pulls your legs up to rest on his shoulder while he continues his slow pace. You’re a moaning mess beneath the males, but your moans are muffled by Rhys’ mouth on yours. When he does pull back from you, he climbs from the bed and makes his way behind Azriel. You turn your head to the left to see Cassian sleeping peacefully. Pulling your gaze back to the males in front of you, Azriel has his head thrown back as Rhys kisses down his neck. He’s still sliding slowly but hard enough to push his cock in all the way.
Rhys laughs, noting your concern, “you really needn’t worry about him waking. Unless it’s because you don’t think you can take more than three cocks?”
You shake your head quickly, “maybe I want three,” you say shakily.
That makes both of the males smirk, “On that note, let’s wake Cassian,” Azriel grunts, quickening his pace.
His change makes you moan so loud you’re nearly screaming. His cock is driving into you hard and fast, it’s painful, but that only makes it feel better. Cassian stirs next to you, and when he’s finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Azriel pulls out. Rhys pulls you back into his arms, and Azriel lays down where you had just been. You keep your legs spread, finding it painful to close them, and let Rhys hold you.
When Azriel is settled, and Cassian is standing, as if following some instruction given, though you’re almost positive no one has spoken, Rhys places you back on Azriel’s hips and pulls your hands up to rest on his chest. Azriel adjusts his position below you while Rhys walks to kneel by Azriel’s head and Cassian walks behind you.
You can’t see Cassian, but you feel the bed drop behind you, then his hands grip your waist. To your front, Rhys has knelt over Azriel’s face, and Azriel darts out his tongue puckering Rhys’ ass. His head is thrown back while Azriel continues sucking and licking, and his cock hits your face. You open your mouth and flick out your own tongue to lick Rhys’ cock. He moans louder now.
Behind you, Cassian grabs Azriel’s cock and strokes it a few times before lining it up with you. You sink down on Azriel’s cock, and Cassian lines himself up with your other entrance. He rubs himself a few times on your ass, and you feel his cock coated with some cold liquid. His fingers are coated too, you note, as he pokes two at your ass. He pushes a single finger in, stretching you and coating your ass in the lube. The stretch hurts but also feels miraculous. A second finger joins the first, and you’re groaning and choking on Rhys’s cock as they curl inside you. Suddenly Azriel thrust into you hard. Looking down at him, you note anger and desperation in his eyes, and you realize you had stopped moving on his cock.
Slowly riding Azriel and letting Rhys thrust into your mouth, you are at ease. Then Cassian takes out his fingers and slips the head of his cock into your ass. The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt. He pushes into you slowly, and when he’s finally in, they all seem to decide they should pick up the pace. Rhys, holding you by the hair, thrust into you quickly and sloppily. Azriel, disregarding the slow pace you'd set, thrust brutally up into your pussy. And behind you, Cassian leans forward, grips your shoulders, and starts thrusting quickly into your lubed asshole.
A minute later, Rhys is abandoning his spot, pulling from your mouth and walking behind Cassian. You’re too focused on catching your breath to notice how Cassian leans further forward to make room as Rhys lines himself up with your dripping pussy and starts to push in with Azriel's cock.
They all push in in tandem, and it’s moments before you are cuming again. At this point, you’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had. You register Rhys and Azriel moaning as they brush one another's cocks inside of you and Cassian's groaning as he continues pushing in. Then you see stars as a huge orgasm washes over you, and all you can feel is the three males filling you with their cum simultaneously. The four of you are all moaning loudly as you orgasm together. In the end, you all collapse in a pile and fall asleep, resting peacefully until morning.
When you wake, you are clean, as are the sheets. Rhys and Azriel are gone, but Cassian comes over, carrying your clothes, “You should get dressed. I’m gonna have to sneak you out soon,” a wicked grin paints his face, and he walks to the door, “I’ll get you some breakfast.”
#acotar fic#acotar smut#cassian smut#cassian x reader#cassian x you#rhys smut#rhys x reader#rhys x you#azriel smut#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel x rhys x cassian x reader#a court of thorns and roses#azriel x y/n#cassian x y/n#rhys x y/n
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Saiki's What Now?!?
Pairings: Saiki Kusuo x Male! Calm! Slightly Clingy! Fiance! Reader
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A/n: I got this idea from a story on Wattpad about their male oc being Saiki's fiance and I thought that It was adorable and I wanted to write one myself. Hope you enjoy!!
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It was the end of the school day and all Saiki wanted was to go home right away because his parents said that they had a suprise for him and that he has to back home right away after school and he couldn't tell what is was through his parents minds because all of their thoughts were either 'Kusuo's gonna be so happy!' and 'I can't wait to see his reaction!' he was secretly hoping it was a lifetime supply of coffee jelly.
"Hey Saiki! Wanna go get ramen?"
"He's not getting ramen with you because he's helping me track down Dark Reunion! Right Saiki?"
"I'm not going with either of you"
"Aww... Why?"
"Because my parents need me home"
And with that Saiki left his "friends" and went straight home to see what his parents had in store.
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As Saiki approached his house, not only could he hear his parents thoughts but he could feel another person's presence coming from his house. He was slightly confused about who it was but as he comes closer to his house he felt a familiar aura that made his eyes widen slightly. He picked up his pace his heart beating rapidly, silently hoping it was who he thought it was. He opened the door to his house and saw a familiar male with [hair coloured] hair sitting and talking with his parents at the dining table. In a blink of an eye he had his arms wrapped around the [hair coloured] male whom jumped slightly before the male smiled softly and pecked Saiki's lips making said male smile. Who's the male you might ask? It's Saiki's fiance, (M/n) (L/n). Now you might be wondering why they're already engaged? Well... That a story for another day and if you want it please drop a request.
"Hey Ku... Welcome back... I missed you so much..." (M/n) said softly which made Saiki smile before he buried his face into (M/n)'s neck.
"I missed you too..." Saiki spoke out loud instead of telepathically because most of his powers doesn't work on (M/n) which Saiki was happy about.
They just stayed in that position while ignoring the fact that Saiki's parents were cooing and taking pictures of them until Saiki's mom cleared her throat to catch the couples attention which worked.
"I'm happy that you both are reunited again after a year of being away from each other! You both make such a cute couple! Also Kusuo... Little (M/n) over here Hey! I'm not little! will be joining you're class tomorrow!"
As Saiki heard that, Saiki was absolutely ecstatic before he realised that he had to share his (M/n) with his "friends" but that went unnoticed by his family and fiance as Saiki's mom continued to talk excitedly.
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The next day came earlier thank Saiki would have liked because he would rather stay in bed and cuddle with (M/n) in his bed but (M/n) managed to convince threatened him that they had to get out of bed and get ready for school or no more cuddles for him :(. And with that Saiki reluctantly got out of bed and started to get ready for school.
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Saiki and (M/n) were making their way towards PK Academy with their arms intertwined and (M/n) laying his head on Saiki's shoulder. Saiki was feeling very content right now. Just him and (M/n) and no one interrupting their mome-
"Hey Saiki!"
An annoying voice called out to Saiki which turned his content mood very sour. Him and (M/n) stopped turned their heads towards where the voice came from, arms still intertwined, and Saiki saw his "friends" Toritsuka, Kaidou, Aren and Nendou..
"Woah Saiki! Who's this hottie!" Toritsuka said, whistling slightly What the f*ck did I just write😂 before he was smacked upside the head by Aren.
"That's no way to treat someone Toritsuka!"
"I'm sorry! I was just stating facts!" Toritsuka whined before he got hit by Aren again.
Saiki just glared at them before wrapping his arms around (M/n)'s waist and pulled him closer towards him making (M/n) giggle slightly before he decided to introduced himself.
"Hey there. I'm (M/n) (L/n). You must be Ku's friends. *Saiki pinched (M/n)' s waist slightly* Hey! Stop that Ku. I'm talking to you're friends. Anyways... It's nice to meet you" (M/n) said and gave them a dazzling smile which left them slightly breathless and blushing.
He was so pretty! Maybe even prettier than Teruhashi!
Saiki glared at them before he unwrapped his arms from (M/n)'s waist before he picked (M/n) up bridal style, which earned an adorable squeal from (M/n), and continued walking to school which made his friends snap out of their thoughts and they started fast walking to try and catch up with them as Toritsuka and Kaidou were yelling at Saiki to slow down which only made Saiki walk faster with (M/n) in his arms as (M/n)'s arms around wrapped Saiki's neck and he snuggled up to Saiki's chest which made Saiki coo at him internally.
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As Saiki and (M/n) were walking through the hallway, with (M/n) still being carried by Saiki, Saiki felt everyone staring at them and Saiki heard their thoughts ranged from 'Their so cute!', 'Eww... Disgusting gays' well f*ck you too or 'Is that the new student? He's pretty sexy ;)' the last one made Saiki slightly bitter but he just ignored them as they made their way towards their classroom. Usually Saiki tried to avoid attention from his peers and schoolmates but he couldn't find himself to care as he just focused on (M/n) who was still cuddled up to his chest. That was until he heard a familiar annoying voice that belonged to a certain glowing blueberry.
'Is that Saiku? It's Saiki. When are you going to get it right? Maybe I should go up and say hi to him! Surely today is my lucky day and he'll finally say oh wow to me'
And with that Saiki started walking faster to try to avoid her.
'Why is he walking so fast!?'
Saiki and (M/n) reached their classroom, losing the glowing blueberry along the way, and entered before Saiki placed (M/n) in a seat much to his (M/n)'s annoyance which he expressed with a quiet groan. Saiki chuckled lightly before he kissed (M/n)'s forehead and sitting down in the seat in front of him, facing (M/n) and grabbing his hand and intertwined their fingers. (M/n) smiled towards Saiki before he placed light kisses on Saiki's face which made Saiki's face heat up slightly but it wasn't noticeable. He continued to ignore the eyes on them and the thoughts running through everyone's heads and just focused on (M/n).
'There he i- Huh!?! Who's he and why is he kissing Sako!?! It's Saiki'
"Good morning Saiki! 'Huh... She finally got my name right'. Who's this cutie?"
'He might be pretty and handsome but I'm much better than him because I'm perfect inside and out!'
'(M/n) will always be 10 times better than you'
(M/n) stopped placing light kisses on Saiki's face and turned his attention towards her. He just stared at her for a few seconds before looking at Saiki, silently asking if he wanted him to awnser. Saiki nodded his head before (M/n) turned his head towards the blueberry again.
'Huh?! No 'Oh wow' from him!? Maybe he's shy just like Saiki? Yeah! That's probably it because no one can resist the perfect pretty girl! Alright! You're on shy guy!'
'Please leave us alone' Saiki thought to himself before (M/n) awnsered her.
"I'm (M/n) (L/n). I just transferred from [country name]. It's a pleasure to meet you" (M/n) said before giving he gave her his smile that always left everyone breathless including the glowing blueberry.
As she was about to speak, the teacher entered which made the students who weren't sitting, sit down in their seats and Saiki turned around ro pay attention to the teacher.
"Good morning everyone! As you all know today we have a new student so I want you all to welcome him to the class! Can you please come up here and tell us you're name?"
(M/n) nodded his head before he got up from his seat, made his way to the front and stood next to the teacher.
"My names (M/n) (L/n). I transferred from [country name]. It's a pleasure to meet you all and I hope we can all get along without an issue"
(M/n) said before smiling at them taking away everyone's breath as always.
"Is there any questions that you want to ask (M/n)-san?"
Almost most of the class had their hands raised and (M/n) calmly awnsered them.
"What's you're relationship with Saiki?" Teruhashi asked.
"I'm his fiance" (M/n) said happily while shooting Saiki a soft smile.
"WHAT!?!"
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A/n: There was supposed to be more but I got tired of typing. Request or comment if you want a part 2 about the wedding! Have a good day everyone!
Edited: Part 2 is already out! Go check it out! Just Got Married!
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#anime#male reader#gay#saiki x male reader#saiki no psi nan#saiki k#saiki kusuo#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki#saiki kusuo x male reader#shun kaidou#toritsuka reita#nendou riki#aren kuboyasu
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