#cause they are my bi panic too

[zuzajs14]

Happy Birthday to the Queen <3

Hope Danneel is having a great day ^u^

[khaotunq]

TYPECAST: Khaotung Thanawat edition

[sschmendrick]

Side effect of reading fanfiction with ships is it gets me thinking about relationships and never having been in one.

Side effect of reading fanfiction about queerplatonic relationships is it gets me thinking about that's not a term I've ever seen outside of english and I'm not sure it's something that exists in french and that's what I would like for myself but I can't express it and unless I spend my whole life in a long distance relationship or people are ready to move to france, I'm staying single all my life alright (it's a job thing because my sector sucks everywhere but it sucks a little less in France so leaving my country would actually be a big decision)

[ggomos-maribat]

Tim Drake didn't particularly like the occult.

But Constantine said the two were their best bet against the demon uprising. The magic-user, howeover, refused to contact them himself, claiming that it was a bad idea to involve them, that they were better off dealing with the problem on their own than . . . outsourcing. Unfortunately, Tim (and the rest of the Batfamily really) was stubborn. If they had potential allies to help them, wouldn't it be worth to take the risk?

This mission to contact those people then dragged him to a downtown bar to talk to famous designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who he was ninety-five percent sure was one of the two Constantine was talking about.

Tim told himself that perhaps a little bit of sweet-talking would do. His hand inched closer to hers on the tabletop, but she immediately pulled away. "This night has been fun, Monsieur Drake." She smiled sweetly. "But I don't think my husband will appreciate me staying out late."

She showed him a glowing band on her finger, which Tim completely missed when they met. He, too, pulled away, cheeks turning pink. "Uhh, yeah, sorry 'bout that. Don't let me keep you."

Although Marinette had slipped out, he still had a mission to do.

He decided to follow her.

He knew of her potential danger, signified by the fact that she was walking on a dark, deserted, Gotham street by herself. He held his breath when she stopped right below a flickering lamppost.

She turned around, plump red lips stretching into a sinister smile. "That's quite sneaky of you, Monsieur Drake. Why don't you be direct with what you want, hm?"

And he took a step out of the shadows, dropping his act. "We need your help."

"Who told you about me?"

". . . John Constantine."

Her nose wrinkled. "That soul-whore? Figures."

Tim definitely didn't show it, but the way she stood, her mere presence was unnerving like a beast waiting to pounce. But at the same time, she was so unfairly beautiful even in the darkness.

Marinette smoothed down her hair. "What makes you think we're willing to help?"

Tim's eyebrows raised. "'We'?"

A sudden chill arrived with the wind, summoning goosebumps all over his skin. The lamp switched off in a blink, and when it turned on again, a shadow had appeared beside Marinette, which morphed into a human. Or at least he thought it was a human.

"Yes, 'we'," a new voice said. "She and her husband."

Fuck. The man was dressed in elegant clothes, a perfect match with his wife. His hair was slicked back but with strands softly falling on top of his ethereal eyes. Tim swore those were fangs under his pale lips, sharp like the gaze he was shooting at him. Both his deep blue eyes and Marinette's seemed to shine under the moonlight.

Tim was officially scared. He never did like the occult, but goddamn, the occult was causing his bi-panic.

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

Call Out Our Names - Bob x f!reader x Phoenix

(moodboard made by me, Top Gun Maverick screencaps by hd-screencaps, rest free-pik.com)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x afab!reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Requested? yes

Rating: M – MDNI 18+

Word count: 3244

Warnings: why choose, threesome (FFM), oral (f!receiving), bi!reader, soft dom!Bob, definitely pleasure dom!Phoenix, Bob Floyd fucks, and so does Phoenix, fingering, unprotected PinV (be smart and wrap it, folks)

Summary: When your best friend, Mickey, invites you to come stay with him in San Diego for a bit, you didn’t expect that to lead you to meet two new people who would catch your eye immediately. Only problem is: you don’t think, they’re the sharing type. But maybe – just maybe – you’re wrong?

Read on ao3

Taglist: @high-speed-r

A/N: Thank you for sending in that lovely request, anon! Hope, you’ll enjoy what my brain cooked up. (Cause those two definitely have me in a constant state of bi panic) And I’m so sorry for the long wait 😭 Please accept my first humble offering to @attapullman’s International Bob Floyd Fucks month.

You didn’t quite know what to expect when Mickey had told you, you’d both be going to a BBQ at his former instructor’s home. In fact, you had no idea what to expect of your time in San Diego at all. Mickey, your best friend since kindergarten and WSO for the Navy, was now stationed permanently in San Diego for the foreseeable future and, thus, had invited you out to stay with him for a bit. “You can meet the squad and you can relax. Most importantly, relax. I know, you’ve probably been working yourself to the bone again,” he’d said.

And, though you would never admit it, he wasn’t wrong. Running an animal accessory boutique in Northern Cali, as well as volunteering at your local animal shelter and running the shelter’s social media accounts were more than enough to have you falling into your bed face first at the end of the day. But you’d also recently started remote classes for a degree in psychology and social services, trying to establish a program in your town that would bring together veterans and pets that needed foster homes or new, permanent homes. To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. You didn’t think, you’d ever get rid of the tiredness in your bones. So, while you felt guilty for going away at all, your boss at the shelter had urged you to take some time off. And then Mickey had offered his guest room.

And now you were standing in Captain Mitchell’s backyard, who’d introduced himself as Pete. “Although Maverick or Mav are both fine, too,” he’d joked given that most of the squad called him Mav now. Mickey had introduced you to everybody and while Hangman and Coyote had both flirted with you (after Mickey had made it clear that you were just friends), you couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering to Bob and Phoenix, both standing next to Rooster and Mav and helping with the BBQ.

You know, you’d caught their eyes wandering back to you multiple times by now. Especially since Bob was now sporting a blush that surely had little to do with the heat from the grill. But you had yet to exchange more than polite hellos with either of them – and you wanted to, badly.

“You can talk to them, you know,” Mickey said, nudging you with his elbow in your side when he caught your thousand-yard-stare.

You jumped slightly, brought back to reality by your best friend’s teasing hint. “I-I…? What?” you sputtered before opting to just keep your mouth shut entirely. He was right. You could go over there and introduce yourself. You wanted to, after all. But you were taken aback by the ferocity of your own desire.

“They don’t bite. Well, Nat might. But Bob usually doesn’t.”

You tear your gaze away from their backs – you were 99,9% sure, they should’ve felt your stare burning into their flesh anyway – and turn to look at your best friend. “You think? But—”

“No buts. Just go over there, talk to them and, most importantly, relax and have fun.” He gave you a little shove with his hand on the small of your back in the direction of the grill.

Phoenix saw you first, nodding at you before lightly tapping on Bob’s shoulder, so you’d have his attention as well. He turned around, the light blue eyes behind his gold-wire-rimmed glasses immediately locked onto yours and you could feel the heat creep up your own neck and into your cheeks.

“Y/N, right?” Phoenix asked and you nodded. “What’s up? Need us to save you from Bagman?”

You chuckled at the variation of Hangman’s callsign. Mickey hadn’t been able to tell you much from his last deployment, but he had told you why people called Hangman Hangman, or sometimes Bagman in Phoenix’s case. “Uh, no. Came over here to talk to the two of you, actually.” You nervously put a strand of hair back behind your right ear.

“You-you did?” Bob asked, his eyes now wide with surprise before he exchanged a quick look with Phoenix, who was now smiling at you like she knew how to read your thoughts and knew exactly what you had on your mind.

“Yeah, I did. I do.”

***

You still had no idea how you’d gone from talking and laughing with Phoenix and Bob in Mav’s backyard to now having Phoenix steal the breath from your lungs with a searing kiss as Bob tried to open his front door. You couldn’t help the whimper rising in your throat when you felt Phoenix’s thigh wedge itself between your legs and bump against your core.

You heard Bob groan next to you as the door finally gave way and the three of you tumbled inside. It didn’t take long for him to retake his spot behind you, the heat radiating off his body making you shiver. His hands drifted down your sides and to your hips as Phoenix’s came up to massage your breasts over your bra and shirt. You openly moaned against her mouth, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“Somebody’s sensitive,” Bob murmured against your ear. “You know,” he continued, gently taking your earlobe between his teeth and quickly tugging, “I’m not usually one for sharing. But I’ll make an exception this time. If you let me take the lead, Nat.”

Phoenix pulled back from the kiss, chuckling as you chased after her lips, having grown addicted to her taste after just a few minutes. “Can’t promise that, but I’ll try.”

“Fine by me. Now, let’s get ourselves to the bedroom, shall we?” Bob grumbled against your neck and you nodded furiously. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your core throbbed in time with your heartbeat. All you could think was desire, all you could feel was how their touches and kisses set your body ablaze even through your clothes. Fuck, this was definitely not what you’d envisioned when you’d accepted Mickey’s invitation. But it was so much better than what your brain could have ever come up with.

Somehow, the three of you had made it into Bob’s bedroom without falling, your bodies fused together and limbs tangled. It was a miracle, you thought, that you’d managed to take off your clothes at all. Leaving the three of you in just your underwear.

You licked your lips as your eyes raked over their forms, drawing a chuckle from Bob. “You like what you see, darlin’?” His eyes had darkened as his pupils had blown out with lust; Phoenix looked equally as hungry as you felt.

You nodded, your hands moving to cup him through his boxers. He groaned, snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to him to press his lips against yours. You sighed against his lips, easily allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Then you felt Phoenix press her front against your back and nibble on your shoulder, her hands gripping your hips and guiding your movement as you rubbed against Bob’s thigh and crotch.

“Are you going to be a good girl for us, Y/N?” Phoenix whispered and you broke the kiss with Bob as you nodded.

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything you want.” You’re pretty sure, your brain has actually stopped working as the only thing you cared about was the feeling of their bodies against yours, their touches, their kisses—the noises they made. So, you’re surprised, you can get any words out at all, let alone a full sentence.

“Eager, are we?” Bob mumbles, you blink up at him and barely catch the slightly smug smirk on his lips. The brief glimpse you got sent you reeling regardless, never having thought it possible for this softspoken, shy-looking man to be so dominant in the bedroom. Oh, you’d been wrong. So wrong. And you loved it. You’d forgotten what it was like to have somebody else make the decisions for you, to be able to just let yourself fall, relax and enjoy pleasure.

“Maybe just a little bit?” you replied in equally hushed tones. Your voice drifted off into a sigh when Phoenix’s fingers brushed your core over your soaked panties. Your head falls back against her shoulder.

She clicked her tongue at you. “You’ve ruined your panties, pretty girl. Soaked through them cause you want us so badly, hm?” You whimpered in response, her touch growing firmer, rubbing circles over your pubic mound, but the pressure wasn’t enough against your clit.

“What, can’t even answer us anymore? We’ve barely touched you, darlin’.” You squeezed your eyes shut and your thighs together, essentially trapping Phoenix’s hand between them at Bob’s words. Condescension and lust were dripping off his voice like honey—or drops of oil, only adding fuel to the flames of desire raging through your veins. You reached out your hands for the hem of his boxers, you managed to begin dragging them down over his hips. You slipped out of Phoenix’s grasp on your own hips and were about halfway to your knees in front of them before Bob stopped you by grabbing your wrists.

He shook his head at you, you blinked at him in response, wide-eyed. Had you done something wrong? The question must have been clearly written on your face because he shook his head again, gently cupped your jaw with one of his hands. His thumb stroked over the skin of your cheek and you leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed at the touch. Bob cleared his throat and brought your gaze back to his face.

“Not that I’m not dyin’ to find out what your mouth feels like around my cock, we can do that another time.” Another time. You almost lost your mind at the implication of doing this again. And your mind was already tirelessly spinning out of control in the haze of lust and promised touches. Bob continued, “Why don’t you get on your knees on that bed, ass in the air and show Nat just how badly you wanna please us?”

You heard her groan above you at the implication and you nodded. At this point, you couldn’t give a single fuck anymore about how needy you’d come off to them. You needed them, wanted them, practically burned with the need to please them and have them take care of you in return. Your body should have turned to ashes by now with how hot you felt. However, despite the desire making your every motion feel hazy and inefficient, you managed to climb onto the bed. You hadn’t noticed Phoenix getting comfortable with her back propped up against the headboard. She reached out one of her hands for you and you took it, scooting up until you were almost kneeling in her lap.

“Come here,” she whispered and drew you in by your hand. The other landed on your neck and jaw. She pulled you ever closer, until your breasts brushed hers just as her lips captured yours in a honey-sweet kiss that did nothing to hide the hunger burning underneath her skin, too. You kissed her back, desperate now that you’d gotten a taste, and tried to deepen the kiss. But then you felt Bob’s hands come to rest on your hips, his thumbs drawing soothing circles onto your skin when you’d jumped at the unexpected contact.

Just as Bob pulled your hips and ass backwards and up towards him, Phoenix pushed you down with a hand on your shoulder until your upper body rested on the mattress between her legs. Your face was now eye-level with her bare pussy. When had she taken the time to take off her own panties? You barely had time to wonder, let alone voice the question, when Bob’s lips on your lower back drew a sigh and a shudder from you.

His lips briefly brushed the shell of your ear as he let almost the whole, delicious weight of his body rest on top of yours, and whispered: “Go on, don’t be shy. Show us what that pretty mouth of yours can do, darlin’.” You almost whined when he withdrew from your back again and the cool air of the bedroom hit your heated skin. He hooked his

“What are you going to do, Bob?” Phoenix asked, the gaze from her half-closed eyes was glued to yours. You could see no hesitation in them and decided to just try and see what her reaction would be. You leaned forward and gave her pussy a tentative kiss, your eyes never leaving her face. When you saw her eyelids flutter, you grew bolder, licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit and then closed your lips around the bud.

“Fuck, Y/N. Knew your mouth would feel good,” Phoenix breathed and slipped one of her hands into your hair on the back of your head. “Keep going, pretty girl. Treating me so well. Use your fingers.” You did as asked, kitten-licking her again. You were about to suck on her clit and slip your index finger into her entrance, when Bob gripped your ass with both his hands and pulled you back against his face. Your mouth fell open and you couldn’t hold back the moan bubbling up your throat as he mirrored your actions. With the difference that the two fingers he was slipping inside of you felt deliciously thicker than your own, now pumping in and out Phoenix at a slow, cautious rhythm while you were figuring out what she liked.

Phoenix’s hand tightened in your hair, her fingertips digging into your skin as you kept going, moaning against her own slick core. You could feel her walls clench down on your fingers as you hooked them and brushed against the sweet spot. She let her head sink back against the headboard and a moan tumbled from her lips; the sound made your heart soar and your chest swell with pride.

“Fuck. You’re seriously missing out, Bobby,” Phoenix said, her voice breathless. And you saw her chest heave with every breath. You could hear Bob chuckle behind you.

“I believe you, Nat. But I’ve got a gorgeous little pussy over here, beggin’ for my attention.” He pressed another kiss to one of your ass cheeks, then he brushed his thumb over your clit, practically strumming the bundle of nerves as if he was trying out the feel and sound of a new guitar. You moaned against Phoenix again, letting your head fall away from her core.

You whimpered, felt your own release approach quickly while Phoenix’s walls pulsed around your fingers. “Please, Bob. I need you. Need to feel you.”

Bob didn’t stop his ministrations; instead, he put his free hand on your back, right in the middle of your shoulder blades and pushed you back down towards Phoenix. “I know, baby. We’ve got you, I promise. Just need you to come on my fingers first, can you do that for us, hm?” His weight was back against your back and you felt him press a kiss against the spot where your neck joined your shoulder.

You nodded, his weight on top of you and Phoenix’s hand that had now slipped from the back of your head to cup your cheek felt like the only things still anchoring you to this world. Otherwise, you were sure, you would fully lost yourself to the stream of pleasure. Phoenix whispering your praises and Bob encouraging you to keep eating her out and pumping your fingers in and out of her, had you clenching around his in your core. The tingling started in your toes and you hadn’t realized, you were curling them up until pleasure shot up your legs and spine to flare out through the rest of your body. Just as Phoenix sighed your name with a satisfied smile on her lips and her thighs clamped down over your ears, muffling any other sounds.

You came up, gasping for air, just as you could feel Bob nudge the head of his thick cock against your entrance. Phoenix drew you up and towards her to press her lips against yours in a kiss of gratitude. You gasped against her as Bob slowly pushed inside of you. One of his big hands was gently rubbing circles on your back, Phoenix reached down to your breasts. She grinned against your lips, you’d almost call it a smirk if you weren’t so lost in the way Bob’s cock was stretching you. Then, Phoenix took one of your lips between her fingers, only rolling it gently at first, before she gave it a quick, sharp twist. Something between a gasp and a moan escaped your mouth and you felt her chuckle more than you heard her. Your own heartbeat was too loud in your ears.

Bob quickly set a delicious pace of quick thrusts, never fully pulling out of your pussy or lifting his chest off your back. You faintly heard him groan against your ear, felt his breath leave his mouth in short pants against your skin. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel fucking heavenly. Takin’ me so well.”

“Faster, please. N-need you to go faster.” You had no idea how you’d managed to get the words out, let alone string together two whole sentences in the same instance. Your heart was pounding in your chest, hammering so hard against your ribcage, you thought, it was either going to burst or break through your ribs. Bob complied, moaning loudly as he felt your walls clench in response.

“I know, you’re close, darlin’. Come on. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” You maned at his words. But when you felt Phoenix shift slightly underneath you, then her fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit, you couldn’t hold back the scream any longer. Pleasure erupted inside you, the coil that had tightened in your belly finally snapping. You faintly heard Bob ask, if he could come inside you and you don’t know how you’d responded with a “Yes” loud enough for him to hear. He groaned, before mouthing at your neck and shoulder as his perfect rhythm faltered and his lips ultimately stilled inside you.

The two of you practically collapsed on top of Phoenix, your legs and arms no longer able to support both your weight as you desperately sucked air into your lungs. You heard her giggle underneath you and felt your lips stretch into a tired, fucked-out smile.

“That was…incredible.”

“Agreed. Now, let’s get ourselves cleaned up and cozy, shall we?” Phoenix asked. Bob only mumbled something you couldn’t quite understand beyond the ringing in your ears finally, slowly, subsiding.

You felt him pull out and whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness, your own limbs too heavy with exhaustion and the afterglow of pleasure to keep him on top of you. You had no idea how you formed the words leaving your lips next. “Can we…do this again, sometime?”

And you barely caught their affirmative responses as you tried your hardest not to drift off to sleep already. Damn it, Mickey had been right. This had been fun. And you never would have guessed, his invitation to stay with him for a couple days ever leading to anything like this. But you also weren’t about to complain. No, never that. Meeting Bob and Phoenix had been a godsent and you hoped, you could hold onto them in the future.

[shinestarhwaa]

Ok I have something delicious that only you can do justice to.

You and Wooyoung are on a romantic getaway in a hotel and you spend the whole time naked and having sexy time. You decide you don't want to go out to get food, so you order in.

Woo gets dressed enough to go to get the food at the door, but then you come up behind him in just a sheet, flustering both Woo and the delivery boy.

San is the delivery boy.

You invite him in to have some...fun...with you and Wooyoung.

Interested?

Oh my God Anya you ain't ready

SERVED || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf! Wooyoung x fem reader x deliveryboy!San

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings/tags: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up buttercup), oral sex, anal sex, m x m, fingering, aged down San (like 19 or 20 y/o), bi panic San, degrading, praise, rough sex, sir kink, breeding kink, taking pics&videos during sexual acts, double penetration, dirty talk, namecalling (whore), spit as lube m sorry

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong

ENJOY!

"Gosh, you're driving me insane," Wooyoung sighed as you got off his naked, sweaty body. "I really worked up an appetite," you grinned, "sex can be a whole work out."

Wooyoung laughed and snuggled up to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. "I don't wanna go out," he sighed. You grinned and kissed his head. "Let's order some food then, champagne, pizza? Or fried chicken? Rice?"

"Hmm, get it all baby I'm hungry," he smirked. You reached out to grab your phone to call the restaurant. "Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N from room 502, I'm calling to order food?"

"Sure, what do you want to order ma'am?"

"I'll hav-" your words got cut off by an audible gasp, caused by Jung Wooyoung diving between your legs, licking at your already abused, wet cunt.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"Y-Yes, sorry, I uhm, I thought I saw a mouse but it was just a sock."

The person on the line and the person between your legs grinned a little, but for totally different reasons. Wooyoung lapped at your cunt, nose brushing against your clit.

"Can I have a portion of the... the fried- ah, uhm, fried chicken, t-the rice and uhm, a pepperoni pizza?"

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"Ask for extra pepperoni," Wooyoung said between sucking and licking your clit. "Woo, I don't want extra pepperoni, it's too meaty."

"Yeah, like you don't like the meat," Wooyoung scoffed, plunging his tongue in and out of your cunt.

You whined, trying to cover the phone so the man on the line wouldn't hear the vulgar sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Fine," you sighed, "could you add some extra pepperoni? And a bottle of sparkling water?"

"Sparkling water tastes like ass," Wooyoung grunted, plunging two fingers in and out of your cunt. "Y-You like ass," you spat back, making Wooyoung laugh.

"Will that be all, ma'am?"

"Yeah, great!" You sounded too happy, you knew, but you tried to hard not to moan out Wooyoung's name. Wooyoung's veiny hands covered your cunt, pumping 3 fingers in your hole.

"It'll be there in 20 minutes, ma'am."

"Great, thank you, goodnight," you said quickly, hanging up the phone as fast as you could.

"FUCK!" You moaned out when you felt Wooyoung's tongue on your clit as well. "You're a fucking menace, eating me out as I'm on the phone."

Wooyoung smirked as he flicked his tongue against your clit over and over, sending you over the edge. You came on his fingers and tongue, body shaking and spasming as he helped you through your third orgasm of the night.

Not much later you heard a knock on the door. Wooyoung got up, putting his darkblue robe on quickly and walking to the door. You covered yourself with the sheets, following him.

Your boyfriend opened the door, revealing the delivery boy, or man. "Wow," he gasped, noticing you covering your body with the silky white sheets, hair messy and make-up ruined.

"Hey ma- what?" Wooyoung said, confused. He looked behind him and widened his eyes, a blush creeping up on both his and the stranger's cheeks.

"H-hi, here's your food," San said as he handed it over to Wooyoung. "Thank you, how much do I owe you?"

Before Wooyoung could grab his wallet you stopped him. "Hi cutie," you said, scanning the guy, noticing his smile with cute dimples, the rosy blush on his cheeks and his sexybroad shoulders that did not match his shy persona.

"Uhm, hi."

"I know a way to re-pay you," you smirked. Wooyoung realized what you meant and scanned him up and down as well. "You know the money goes to the restaurant, right, Y/N?" "Well, okay, we'll give him the money but I bet you could give him a nice tip," you said, winking, "if he gives me his?"

The boy finally understood what you were implying as he saw the two of you smirk at each other. "I should-"

"Come in, yeah," Wooyoung said, taking his arm and pulling him in. Wooyoung placed the food on the table. "What's your name, cutie?" You asked, hand sliding over his arm.

The boy shivered and bit his lip. "I'm San," he said quietly. "San? That's a nice name," you smiled. "Now my sweetheart Wooyoung and I, Y/N, are very happy together but you, you could make us both even happier tonight. How does that sound?"

"I... I don't know if I should intrude-" "It's not intruding if we are inviting you, hm?" Wooyoung said, raising his eyebrow. San nodded, not able to keep his eyes off your barely covered body.

"You want me to... have sex with you? Me?" San asked in disbelief, not understanding how this was happening. "That's correct." "And you're okay with that?" San asked Wooyoung, who laughed. "What way do you swing, darling?" he asked, lifting up San's chin. "What way do I-"

San's eyes got big, breath hitching in his throat. Wooyoung smirked and let his hand glide over his chest. "Because if you only want her that's alright but... it'd be a shame to miss out on my cock in your little ass."

The delivery boy hissed as he felt Wooyoung's hand on his ass. "So you consent?" You asked. "Y-yes, please, I... I want it." "You're not a virgin are you?" "No sir," San said, shaking his head, making Wooyoung laugh. "Calling me Sir now? That's sexy, babyboy."

"Do you want that, Sir?" San asked. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or teasing Wooyoung but you knew the night would end well.

Wooyoung smirked as San removed his shoes, walking into your hotel room. He closed the door and dimmed the lights. San felt his heartbeat in his throat when both of you got closer. You let the sheets fall down on the floor, revealing your naked body to the boy.

"Gosh, you... sure are mesmerizing," San said breathlessly. Suddenly he felt Wooyoung press his clothed cock against his ass. "Undress, baby." San followed his orders, stripping until he was completely naked. Wooyoung smirked, checking out his ass. "Tiny, tight... Have you ever taken cock?" Wooyoung asked. San nodded, but his eyes were focussed on your pussy.

You had laid down on the bed with your legs spread wide open. "Wooyoungie already made me cum three times... Do you think you can help me to a four?"

The young boy nodded eagerly and looked at Wooyoung one last time before crawling onto the bed with you. The dim yellow lights made your pussy juices glisten, making San's cock harden at the sight. "Come on, I'm not gonna wait all day," you complained. Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. "History tells a different story."

"Shut up Wooyoung, and San, put your tongue to work. Tongue. Pussy. Now."

San nodded and moved his face closer to your heated core. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit before lapping at your pussy, licking up drizzling juices.

"O-oh my God, San!" you moaned out, grabbing a handful of his hair. "That's so good, yeah, put your tongue inside of me!"

Wooyoung smirked and stood there, arms crossed, watching you get tongue-fucked by the delivery boy. It wasn't like this was a first for you guys. Both of you liked to invite a third or fourth person from time to time. Had it been the mailman, the window cleaner or just someone from a bar.

No one was as gorgeous as San though, and no one's tongue had felt as good as San's. "Yes, right there! Fuck it, fuck my pussy with your tongue!"

San ate you out as if his life depended on it, working his tongue inside you and slurping up all the juices spilling from your needy hole. "I'm getting so close, San, gonna fucking cum, feels so good, oh God! Gonna cum!" You whined out.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt the wave of pleasure take over you, coming on San's tongue. "Yes, yes, yes!" You gasped out loud, pulling at San's hair. The boy moaned against your pussy before pulling away, lips coated in your arousal.

"Good boy... you like giving head?" Wooyoung smirked. San turned around and saw Wooyoung loosen his robe and letting it fall to the ground, revealing his body. Wooyoung's cock was the thickest, biggest he had seen. It was gorgeous, slightly veiny and tan, slightly curved upwards. It made San nearly drool.

"Yes sir, I love giving head very much," he nodded. Wooyoung came closer to the bed, switching with San. Wooyoung sat on the edge of the bed as San got on his knees in front of him. "Please sir, may I have your cock?"

Wooyoung thought he was gonna pass out with how adorable San was being right now. He wanted to keep him forever. "You look really pretty like this San... Do you suck dick well? Are you gonna make sir feel good?"

San nodded eagerly. "Please, please I want your cock in my mouth, it's so fucking... gosh I need it, can I have it?" San begged. Wooyoung grinned. "Well you don't have to beg, sweetie, it's right in front of you."

The boy nodded and took Wooyoung's length in his mouth, your arousal still on his lips. Wooyoung swore he'd pass out, San looked gorgeous for him and he took his cock so well. "Such a good boy, suck that cock, baby," he groaned. San bobbed his head up and down his length and deepthroated, tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft.

"Yes, just like that, such a good little whore, such a good... good little whore Sanie," Wooyoung moaned out. You sat behind Wooyoung, kissing his shoulders as you roamed your hands over his chest. You took a picture of San with Wooyoung's cock down his throat, startling him. You wanted to apologize, feeling bad about not asking first, but San worked harder, clearly.

He enjoyed it.

"You like that baby, me taking pics of you with you having a fat cock in your mouth?" You smirked. San moaned around Wooyoung's dick, only trying to take more and suck better, overwhelming your boyfriend. "You like it too don't you? Having a young, pretty boy between your legs like this?" Wooyoung smirked. "Don't you too?" "Touché, babe."

You pressed your lips on Wooyoung's shortly before taking more, clearer pictures of Wooyoung's length in San's mouth. Wooyoung started to moan louder and you knew he was getting close. Wooyoung took his cock from San's mouth and started to pump it up and down quickly.

San opened his mouth, eyes pleading for Wooyoung's hot cum in his mouth. "Yeah? Do you want it? Fucking take it, little prince, take my fucking load," he groaned as he spilled his seeds on San's tongue and chin, cum dripping on his chest.

"Beautiful," you complimented him, kissing him shortly and tasting your boyfriend on the boy's lips. "Taste so good," San panted out. He was gasping for air, cock neglected and leaking onto the soft rug. Wooyoung pulled him onto the bed, laying him down with the other two of you, you in the middle.

You pressed your lips against San's as you felt Wooyoung's hands roam over your silky skin. Your lips moved against the younger boy's, hands sliding over his toned body. Your hands found his firm ass, nails digging in his skin as his tongue entered your hot mouth.

Wooyoung's tongue was warm against your neck. You felt his fingers slide between your legs, rubbing your messy core. You moaned into San's mouth, whining out shards of both boy's names.

Suddenly you felt Wooyoung's thick cock in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. You pulled away from San and moaned loudly as Wooyoung started to fuck you at a rapid pace. You noticed the phone in his hand, knowing he'd be filming this. His cock moved in and out of you so fast you swore you'd pass out. You held onto San tightly, who held you and kept kissing your lips and neck.

''O-Oh Wooyoung! San, Sanie!'' you whined out. Wooyoung grunted and kept abusing your pussy until he felt himself getting close. He then pulled out and you immediately lifted your leg, looking at San.

San wasted no time and put his cock in your pussy immediately, whining at the soft warmth. He started off slow, but moved faster gradually, shaking the bed. ''You like that, huh, fucking my wifey's pussy? Fucking a pussy that belongs to another man?''

San moaned out and held onto your hip tightly. ''Yes! Yes I love her pussy, b-best pussy!'' The two of you moaned louder as you felt him hitting your g-spot, a thing not many one-time lovers could do.

''Such a little whore, wanting her pussy and then my cock hm? Bet you want your sweet ass filled up too,'' he grunted as he slid his member inside you, together with San's. Your eyes widened as you moaned out loud.

You didn't know how to react, how to move, as you were fucked dumb by both cocks in your tight cunt. Juices started to spill out of you and you knew you were gonna cum hard ''O-oh, I'm gonna- gonna-''

''Yes, cum for us, please, cum on our cocks,'' Wooyoung moaned out, feeling your pulsating walls clench around his length. You came with a loud moan, body shuddering and shaking in San and Wooyoung's embrace. Wooyoung put the phone away, letting you know he was not filming anymore.

''O-oh that feels so good!'' San moaned out, still moving his cock quickly into your pussy. ''Don't cum, pull out,'' Wooyoung ordered as he felt San's cock pulsate against his own. San obeyed and pulled out of your wet cunt, dick incredibly hard. Wooyoung pulled out as well after riding out your orgasm. You moved away from them, knowing Wooyoung was gonna have his way with San now.

Wooyoung laid San on his back and spread his legs. San whined when Wooyoung spat on his hole and licked around the entrance. He pushed his tongue in and out while holding onto his thighs.

''Do you like that, baby? You like getting your ass eaten? Dick played with?'' you smirked as you took his dick in your hand. You licked the tip and swirled your tongue around it, teasing the younger. ''Y-yes I love it so much!'' he moaned out, grabbing onto the sheets, but they were too slippery, he had nothing to support him and so he squirmed around, making you smirk, drunk with power.

Wooyoung pulled away and smacked his dick on the younger's hole a few times before pushing it in entirely, making San moan loudly. He whined and held onto the headboard behind him. ''O-Oh sir!''

You smirked as you played with your nipples, watching Wooyoung pound his cock into the younger's hole. San moaned loudly, spreading his legs more. Wooyoung grunted and lifted San's legs over his shoulders, giving him perfect access to his tight hole.

''You're so fucking tight, I bet you have never been fucked the right way. You'll take my fucking dick, understood?''

''Y-Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me, want your cock!'' San screamed. Wooyoung fucked him so roughly you were worried he'd split the boy into two, but seemingly San was enjoying it to the fullest. ''Such a greedy fucking boy,'' Wooyoung moaned.

''Sir, please, please please!'' he cried out, pumping his own cock. Wooyoung wasn't having it though, slapping his hand away from his length. ''You're not gonna cum because of a pathetic hand job, stupid jerk off, okay? You're gonna cum because you got my cock in your ass, am I understood? Fucking whore.''

''Yes, sir! Please, make me cum on your delicious cock, use me, I'm your fucking whore, yours, yours!'' he moaned, tears spilling from his eyes. You placed kisses in his neck as his breathing picked up, noticing he was getting close to orgasming.

''You fucking like that huh? Gosh, such a dirty boy, go ahead then, cum for me, make a stupid fucking mess,'' Wooyoung moaned as he thrusted his hips faster.

San's moans got louder until he burst, cock spilling all his seeds on his abdomen, tears over his cheeks. You were quick to lick up all of his cum, moaning at the taste.

''I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass, baby, gonna fucking breed your little ass,'' Wooyoung moaned out. His brows furrowed, trying to reach his orgasm.

''Y-yes! Give it to me! Pump me full of your seeds please, breed me! Breed me!'' San panted out. Wooyoung rutted into San faster than ever before. It took one, two, three thrusts before Wooyoung orgasmed, filling him up to the brim.

He rode out their orgasms and pulled out of San's hole. ''Statisfied, aren't ya now baby?'' Wooyoung smirked. San could barely breathe or speak, but he nodded happily.

''We should get you more often, you're a cutie. You didn't just bring food, you served ass,'' you grinned.

''I always serve,'' San panted out, grinning.

[faerlygraceful]

So I rewatched all of the “Begins” episodes last night and it only managed to cement my head canons about Tommy, which began forming after we saw him again.

Of course I don’t know if they thought this was going to be where the character ended up when they filled the firehouse back in season 2. I don’t know what Lou thought about his character. I don’t know what the intentions were. What I am doing (since this is my head canon), is taking new knowledge and using it to recategorize previous interactions. I’m queer, it’s what we all do.

So I’m going to share my analysis with all of y’all cause this is the internet, and I’m allowed.

Spoilers for… well everything.

Tommy is one of the three characters who shows up in all three Begins episodes, the other two being Athena and Sal DeLuca. His first appearance in the show is Hen Begins, but as we know Chimney Begins is chronologically first, so we’re starting there.

Chimney Begins

1) We first see Tommy when probie Howie walks in. He doesn’t seem to notice that Howie is a probie, asking who didn’t tip the takeout guy. Gerrard quickly takes the role of antagonist, and that’s when we move on.

2) At one point when they’re coming back from a call after Howie has been there a while, Tommy says, in a surprised tone, “You’re still here?” I think this is less of a, “You don’t belong here,” and more of a, “You’ve been here for weeks/months and haven’t been out once, I would have quit, why haven’t you?”

3) While man behind, Howie helps a guy who was having indigestion and a panic attack at the same time. When the rest get back, Howie tries to bond with them over the call, but is ignored. They are talking about takeout options and Gerrard asks Tommy, when his girlfriend is supposed to come in and cook. Tommy sounds extremely contained during this interaction, gives a a day, and when pressed he stammers and promises. The conversation fades off so we don’t hear what he promises, but he didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about his girlfriend coming in.

- Now this is where we really start getting into my hcs. Either Tommy is bi (which we’ll hopefully find out tomorrow) or he’s closeted. The tightness in his voice (which is all we have to go on because the camera is focused on the POV character), tells me that he’s extremely uncomfortable with the interaction. He’s been put on the spot, and he doesn’t like it. I think the girlfriend is either a) a friend he’s brought by the house once and everyone inferred or b) someone he manufactured in order to get out of team events ie, “Oh I can’t go out tonight, my girl is cooking.” He is uncomfortable with what his boss (a confirmed bigot) is asking for, and the man is pressuring him to produce his beard. If she was actually his girlfriend and Tommy is also bisexual, it could just be that’s he’s uncomfortable exposing her to the environment that the 118 is at that point.

4) Howie starts to try and broach the barriers between himself and the other firefighters, only to be rebuked. At one point he corners Tommy in the locker room, and starts naming off all these topics, stating, “Tell me what your thing is and I’ll make it mine.” Talking about his formidable people skills and asking if that means Tommy just didn’t like him that much.

Tommy tells him, “If I thought about you at all, I probably wouldn’t.” Which tells me that Tommy has already built his mask, his persona, and since the others don’t try to look beyond the surface he’s able to maintain it, but he can’t afford to let anyone in. He can’t think about the new guy on the squad, he’s too busy making sure Gerrard doesn’t find out about his closet. That would be just another person to have to hide from anyway.

This is when Howie gets pulled for the ambulance. Eli tells him that it’s not personal, because friends die and funerals are held. Which makes me also think that Howie stepped into the shoes of a firefighter who died. Maybe one who Tommy was particularly close to? Eli goes on to call Howie a puppy who doesn’t get a name until they know it’s gonna come through.

The next thing that happens is Kevin Lee’s death. Which is incredibly sad and is a big part of how Howie develops as a firefighter, but this meta is Tommy focused so moving on.

5) The garage collapse at the mall, and Tommy almost dies. More to it, Howie saved him. So Tommy decides to share some things with Howie. “Love Actually, monster trucks, and craft beer”. Maybe not a coming out story, but he did declare that one of his favorite movies is a rom com. It’s a start.

Hen Begins

1) Tommy is first seen when Hen walks into the house. He’s comes up to the railing after Gerrard calls for everyone and is positioned between the captain and DeLuca. Now it’s my personal opinion that DeLuca is an ass and that’s backed up by these episodes but even Hen defends him in Bobby Begins Again, and that started with this episode. But again, we’re not here to get into Sal DeLuca’s headspace, this is about Tommy. When Gerrard calls Hen an “diversity” hire, we see Tommy looking very uncomfortable, and Sal is the one to take up some of Captain’s dirty work for him (“For real?”). This is the episode where I truly see Tommy as “falling in line” with the captain. He’s opened up a little to Howie (no nickname yet), a little more inclined to joke, but still is holding these boundaries.

2) DeLuca talks about taking his girl to see some vampire movie and Tommy immediately knows it’s Twilight. DeLuca talks about how he likes Kristen Stewart (with Hen agreeing) before saying something about getting behind that, which makes Hen uncomfortable. (According to this, it would put it in 2008, which means she’s a paramedic for ten years prior to Buck joining which I hate. All those movies came out rather fast but could all be classified as “Twilight” so it was probably at least Eclipse in 2010 especially with the references made…. But then we start to go into how much I hate this timeline because nothing makes sense ever) Tommy talks about how he doesn’t understand the attraction to KS because she’s too… (Sal puts in hot here) broody, and Sal asks him if that means he’s Team Jacob (which is what makes me think it’s at least during Eclipse, I don’t see DeLuca being a Twi-Hard, and so his frame of reference would be movie based), and when Tommy acts confused (not sure if an act or not, he knew what Twilight was, but that doesn’t mean he knows about Team Edward vs Team Jacob), Chimney confirms that he’s implying that Tommy is gay. You. See. Him. Freeze. There is a few seconds where Tommy freezes in place like he’s processing before he makes a joke, blowing a kiss at Sal before laughing. Gerrard puts a stop to the conversation, and Hen takes a seat.

— Remember when Tommy has buried himself in the closet? What happened when someone rattles the door with a gay joke? One where it’s being implied that you are gay? When you’re bigot of a boss is sitting not five feet from you at the same table? You freeze to not immediately deny the accusation in a way that would make you look sus, and then you make a joke out of it. It hurts, so much.

———-Ah shit I’m going to timeline this———

From what we know, Tommy was in the army as a pilot. For Timeline purposes we’re going to assume that Eli leaving is the reason Hen went to the 118. During her med student arc it talks about how she was a paramedic for 10 years, so 2012 makes sense there. It doesn’t make sense with other thing’s because in Lonestar’s Hold the Line (2021 would make this make sense), Hen tells Owen that Denny is 10 and she and Karen and her were married for 8 years, (Same sex marriage has only been legal in CA since 2013). Bobby was their captain for a year in Worst Day Ever, they had a captain parade for two years (six captains) and before that they had a someone who was cleaning up after Gerrard. Also Hen and Karen were freshly back together when DADT was repealed. That makes Denny a baby on September 20th of 2011.

Enlistment periods are 8 years but that’s a mix of active and inactive duty. If Tommy signed up out of high school (18), was an active duty pilot for 6 years (24) and then moved to the reserves for the remaining two while he became a firefighter, it means he could have been a firefighter for two years longer than Hen or Chimney while being less than 10 years older than Buck.

Now none of this helps in placing where these episodes fall in the timeline, but I would say that Bobby’s first day falls about a year before the pilot, and Chimney Begins and Hen Begins butt right up together. Also I have no more information on Eli and how long he stayed after training Chim, and I probably never will because I cannot watch Boston.

More timeline BS. Hen and Karen had to have gotten together during the captain parade because Gerrard would not have let her on a call where she got hurt enough that Chim would make the call to Karen.

——————— Timeline bs over ——————

3) Tommy asks about how “New York bitchiness” could be a compliment after Howie mentioning that she has an East coast vibe, and Hen thanks him for the compliment. And then Howie makes it seem like Tommy’s calling her bitchy, but I don’t see it that way. What’s more likely is that’s the only vibe he knows from the east coast, so when Howie suggests she has it, he’s like, wait you think that’s a compliment? Howie treats it like Tommy’s calling Hen a bitch, but it honestly didn’t come off that way, more like Tommy trying to clarify that Howie wasn’t calling Hen a bitch by saying she has an “East Coast Vibe”. Anyway this conversation quickly devolves in Gerrard being a misogynist, and Tommy and DeLuca quickly scamper off.

4) Not Tommy related, but we do have someone with insight into being an openly gay firefighter now. Casey with the 115. He says that they knew he was gay from the moment he walked in, and it didn’t matter that he was the strongest guy in the firehouse. Here we have proof that it doesn’t matter your qualifications, if you’re perceived as gay, you’re automatically singled out. He said it was so hard that he was told to quit and find a new dream by his partner. Now, there is a red flag about your SO tellingly you to give up your dreams, but can you imagine how bad it would have been for the boyfriend to get to that point? The person you care about coming home every night defeated and downtrodden over something that’s supposed to be his dream? The ease in which Casey shed the boyfriend makes me think that they weren’t together long enough to earn those privileges, but the job also gets a red flag for being so bad that you’d advise your short term boyfriend to quit.

5) Hen’s speech. During this we don’t see him often, because he’s off to the side. The camera is more focused on Gerrard, DeLuca and Howie for the most part. But he does seem very closed off, when you do see him, his arms crossed, not standing defensively or challengingly like DeLuca, but like he’s trying to shrink. Actually it kind of reminds me of another queer firefighter that we all know.

6) We don’t get to see much more of the reactions because we go immediately into a call where a party limo crashed into a flower truck. Which we only know about because Hen went looking for it, saving the life of a little boy. Tommy tells her good job, that they would have discovered the secondary wreck eventually but that it would have been too late. She also has now earned Sal’s respect.

7) When they get back the Chief is there. Now remember, she gave her speech, they went out, they come back out and Gerrard is being removed. Nothing that happened on that call or involving her speech has anything to do with this. She thinks she’s being fired, that Gerrard called while heading to or back from the scene to have her removed, but that’s not the case. Her speech wasn’t actually necessary because everyone was already complaining about how Gerrard treated her. They even talk about someone who compared Gerrard and his behavior to hemorrhoids. Which I’m not saying could be from the army pilot who was probably deployed and had to undergo long-term constipation or diarrhea, but it could be.

Now all in all, there nothing really bad about Tommy’s behavior that we’ve seen. He doesn’t approach Hen, but we’ve seen from her interactions with Howie that she barely accepts his overtures of friendship in the beginning, and Tommy is much more closed off, remembering how he only opened up to Howie after he saved his life. He also doesn’t stand up for Hen to the captain’s face, but as an Army guy, he follows the chain of command. Doesn’t mean he won’t file one or two or three complaints through the proper channels. He just can’t afford to put himself in Gerrard’s crosshairs, can’t afford to undergo his scrutiny.

Bobby Begins Again

1) Hen has started a betting pool on the newest captain. Over under is 6 weeks, making me think that that’s the least amount of time a Captain stayed (about a month and a half and if they had 6 captains in 2 years that’s an average of 4 months). Tommy gives Nash a month and has to run to the ATM. DeLuca is obviously the main antagonizer, it sounds like he wanted the 118 and was denied (Also ABC, maybe bring him back ala Billy Tyson? Might be fun.).

2) Tommy has never worked on a farm, or dealt with toddlers. Cause he was floundering and falling all over himself when trying to catch Maurice the rooster. All in all these calls don’t show much. Tommy follows Bobby’s instructions, even though part of time he’s just parroting what Sal says, no arguments. Adds further credibility to the fact that he follows chain of command. It doesn’t matter that this guys only going to last a month, he’s my captain now.

3) During the Guillermo’s fire, Sal breaks rank to save the kid (which considering who that kid grows up to be, it sucks that he was successful). But when Bobby takes him to task for endangering them all, Sal doubles down. I thought I was paying attention during this scene, but it’s hard with the yelling. At least two people try to get him to cool it, one of them being Chimney who calls DeLuca “Fredo”.

4) They’re all at the bar, talking about Sal getting fired when Bobby shows up and the vibes change. Now sometime over the past twoish years Tommy is single, and it seems chronically at least to the house. Maybe because Gerrard is gone he doesn’t have to maintain a beard anymore, but with the endless captain parade and DeLuca being a tool, he doesn’t feel comfortable coming out? I think he’s also classified the 118 as unsafe, so maybe this lended a reason for his later transfer. But as he says, “Single is easier. Having the scars impresses women, getting ‘em freaks ‘em out.” Which gives heavy implications that like Buck in season one, Tommy isn’t dating but hooking up. If he’s gay, then his partners would have to be okay with the fact that he’s still closeted. And mention of women aside, it’s implied that a longer term relationship ended because he got hurt on the job. (This is why I don’t ascribe to the Tommy dated Abby theory. She implied that her relationship ended because of Patricia, and Tommy implies his last was due to injury. Which could be. He got hurt on the job and she couldn’t handle care giver burden for both of them? But that’s also turning Abby into Shannon Diaz pt 1 and while I dislike both women, they don’t need to be same character different font.) Here’s what I think. He got hurt on the job, and his long term boyfriend couldn’t even go to the hospital to check on him because he wasn’t out to his crew, causing them to break up.

Also for all you Buck/Tommy writers, Tommy canonically has a scar on his right side from a piece of shrapnel that he caught. He says it’s from a factory explosion. I don’t have the ability to get screen shots atm, but it’s pretty.

5) Tommy quotes Fight Club with Chim. So maybe another victim of the Han School of Movie References?

6) Bobby starts with family dinners. Tommy decides to transfer. The cake says, “The 217’s lose is our gain,” and they push his head into it.

The very next scene is Buck walking into the 118.

So all in all, we see Tommy as a deeply guarded character. He doesn’t open up easily, he follows orders, he has a soft side. I don’t really know how to conclude this because I sprinkled my impressions throughout, but I hope that this helps anyone who’s looking for Tommy characterization, and we’ll see tomorrow if any of this is right.

[sixofpomegranates]

Most of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever. Also, how dark shall my recommendations go? I surely have some dark taste in smut but keep it mostly calm for you. Let me know!

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

13 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

Ghostin’ (series) by @munson-blurbs

➢ Summary: Before dying in the Upside Down, Eddie asks Steve to take care of you. The grief coupled with your burgeoning feelings for one another may be too much for you to handle, especially when you get some shocking news.

🐇: Holy shit. This is one of the most impressive pieces of fanfiction I have ever read. It's— I feel speechless and like telling you the entire plot at the same time. It ties in with canon so perfectly, I would legit accept it as my Season 5. This is amazing. I cried, laughed, and am unreasonably invested. No shit. If you only ever read one fanfiction of my recommended ones, it needs to be this! || Still ongoing / Steve Harrington x f!Reader

You, Me, & Steve (one-shot) by @lis-likes-fics

➢ No Summary, so just listen to me describe it: Okay, so, Reader and Eddie are a couple and lately Eddie brings Steve along to everything, causing Reader to think he wants to be with Steve. Turns out our Babygirl is bicurious and Eddie offered that he and Reader be Steve’s first bi experience should she be up for it. She is. Here are the warnings or how I like to call it shopping list: smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I'm not saying Steve's a sub but Steve's a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?reader, overstimulation, threesome...

🐇: Listen: I read this fic a couple of months ago and LOST it! I couldn't find it anymore! BUT the way Reader and Eddie gave me MASSIVE bi-panic stuck in my head. THIS is one of my top Eddie x Steve x Reader fics... asdfghjkl. Do yourself a favor and read this kinky piece of porn.

helping hands. (one-shot) by @daddyreid

➢ Summary: you and steve are having some trouble getting you to fit him, so he takes you to his friend eddie, who is happy to help.

🐇: I love when things have vibes. And this had vibes. I would read an entire series like this. It’s a very good one-shot. daddy!steve harrington & dom!eddie. That's it. That's all I have to say. I also have a daddy kink so... Yeah.

Bad Idea (one-shot) by @lunarzstarz

➢ Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…

🐇: Fuckboy!Eddie can ruin my life. I am in pain but very pleased. I– This– He– The things he said... 💳💥💳💥 // Just read that there will be more parts and I– I just– YES?! This is so good.

as long as you need (one-shot) by @lilacletter

➢ Summary: your hang out with eddie takes a different turn when you confess something big to him. your ex wouldn’t make you cum because he thought you took too long to finish. eddie's reaction of shock and disbelief is the last thing you were expecting. you feel embarrassed for a moment but lucky for you, eddie has a lot of patience and a hidden desire to take care of you.

🐇: Wow. I loved this so much. So sweet. So smutty. So dorky. So perfect. 10/10. Bestfriend!Eddie & friends to lovers have my whole heart.

It's About Time (one-shot) by @eddiethefreakkmunson

➢ Summary: You and your best friend Eddie decide it's time to lose your virginity to each other, after all who is a better choice than the person you love more than anyone else in the world?

🐇: This was so sweet! I have such a weak spot for these tropes! Not to mention that Eddie is so soft through all of this. 100% boyfriend material.

the freak pirate and the slut princess (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)

🐇: This fic lives in my head rent-free. My brain chemistry got rearranged. Get your dose of friends to lovers & virgin!Eddie here! You won't regret it.

I´ll Paint You Mornings Of Gold (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: You’re the most special thing Eddie has in his life, he just wants to make sure you know it.

🐇: Labyrinth aka my favorite movie, spaghetti as candles, Eddie being so in love and high on sugar... Perfection.

Only Lonely (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

🐇: YOU HAVE TO READ THIS! I lost it a while ago and finding it again was like discovering the lost city of Atlantis for me! The smut rearranged my brain chemistry. I am foaming at the mouth, that how good it was. And Eddie was perfect! Goofy, hot, sweet... 10/10. Seriously. Read it.

—✨The one's that follow are solely Omegaverse—A/O/B one-shots. I have fallen down the Omegaverse – Rabbit Hole. Didn't see myself interested in this. Yet, here I am. Don't judge me. Seriously. I’ll block you.✨—

it happened one night in detention (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: eddie's chances of being an alpha are quite small. your chances of presenting as an omega, especially while still in high school, are almost none. almost.

🐇: I guess it has to do with my size kink and the fact that I am the most submissive bottom you've ever seen, but this? ↑THIS↑ is my jam. // edit: I read the book Heat Haven by Sarah Blue after this on Kindle Unlimited, and yeah, I am still into this. So into this.

I Heard Your Voice and it Carries Me (one-shot) by @cha0ticspacebi

➢ Summary: Like 91% of the population, you were now and would always be a beta. Except when your roommate moves out suddenly and fate connects you with Alpha Eddie Munson. After that, things start to change.

🐇: Don't look at me 🫣! I already told you I fell down a rabbit hole! This was so cute & fluffy, and the well-developed worldbuilding in this one-shot is so good. Don't judge me!

little glass doves (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ No Summary, so enjoy my attempt to describe it: Alpha!Eddie and Omega!Reader are already a couple and recently both presented. Their friends are keeping them now at distance since... Hormones, Ya know?

🐇: No smut, just hinting. But it's so cute.

between four walls (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ Summary: when you disappear from school for a few days, eddie is a bit bewildered, until he has a sneaking suspicion.

🐇: I hope this author never stops feeding my alpha!eddie addiction. This is the spicy brother of “little glass doves.” Stunning.

To the writers of these fics:

[onesidedradiostatic]

I'm howling at the fact that Vox's screen DOES in fact glitch into the bi pride flag colors because of Alastor. Like EXACTLY their colors. Though I guess cause he isn't gay it would be a "Bi Panic" moment for him?? Mayhaps??? (Brother that bit of knowledge will consume my mind for the next day)

(reference to THIS POST... again)

LITERALLY like I LOST my shit when I decided to pause at that frame (before that it looked like some random red screen and I just got curious and BAM. BI FLAG JUMPSCARE) also yes. absolutely a bi panic moment for him. although gay panic in a general queer/mlm sense wouldn't be wrong either (he does still have the rainbow tv bars too)

[artiststarme]

...You Make Lemonade

A little snippet based on a comment made by @straight4joekeery in my "When Life Gives You Lemons..." post. "Women are like lemons, I love lemons!" I loved it so much, I had no choice but to write an entire fic about it!

~*~*~*~

Everyone knew that Eddie Munson was a weird kid. He had long hair, listened to music that was more screaming than singing, and never bent to fit any mold. So why would he conform to society’s boring sayings when he could make his own? Ever since he was a kid, he’s had a habit of constructing his own phrases and idioms. 

Sometimes it would be something close enough to the original idiom that no one would call him out on it. The phrase, “I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” has become a common one amongst the boys of Hellfire. He used to say “he’d kill for less” but that seemed a little too brash in light of what occurred over Spring Break what with his murder accusation and innocent teens dying.  

Nevertheless, some of Eddie’s more outlandish sayings had worked their way into everyday speech for the Party. It wasn’t uncommon to hear one of the kids talking about the “devil kicking their kidneys” during physical exertion or mentioning how “neutral, and not even chaotically” people were when they bored them (a reference to Eddie’s least favorite moral alignment in D&D). However, the sayings always seemed stranger coming out of Lucas’ or even Dustin’s mouths than they did Eddie’s. 

The point is, everyone that has ever met Eddie knows that he can say some pretty off-the-wall things. However, Steve had never been privy to the sayings with Eddie’s odd twists until a random weekday afternoon spent getting high in his trailer. It all started because the weather was getting warmer. Eddie was supplying the weed so Steve brought refreshments for the both of them to enjoy. 

“Do you want some lemonade?” He asked him, his hands already passing him a bottle. 

Eddie nodded. “Well, you know what I always say. Men are like lemonade and I like lemonade.”

Then he took the bottle and a long gulp. 

Steve paused for a moment and just stared at Eddie. Was this a big coming out like it had been with Robin in the movie theater bathroom? What had Robin told him to say in this situation?

“Um, thank you for telling me. I’m honored that you trusted me enough to divulge that information about yourself and I accept you.”

Eddie turned to him with barely concealed panic in his eyes but that quickly turned to mirth upon hearing Steve’s reply. “That was the most rehearsed and scripted response I’ve ever heard. How’d you learn that, did you see it in a PSA?”

“No! Ro- my friend told me that’s what sh-they wished someone had said to he-them,” Steve stumbled. Holy shit, he almost outed Robin. That’s like the worst thing you can do to a friend!

Eddie looked at him fondly. “That’s adorable, Stevie. Also, I know about Robin.”

“What?! How do you know about Robin?”

“Birds of a feather, Steve. They flock together,” he commented wisely and took another drag of their shared joint. 

“Oh, that makes sense. That’s probably why I’m friends with you guys. You know, because I’m bi.” 

Immediately, Eddie’s eyes went wide and he took a sharp inhale which caused him to cough uncontrollably. Once his breathing started to return to normal, he choked, “bi?”

Steve nodded sagely, “yeah, bi. As in bisexual. That’s what you call it when you like both guys and girls.”

“I got that,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Just you? You’re the straightest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey, don’t insult me! Just because I still like girls doesn’t minimize my attraction to guys. I’m going to tell Robin that you-”

“No, no, no! I’m not judging you, I’m just surprised. But uh, thank you for telling me.” Eddie leaned over the space between them and gave Steve’s shoulder an awkward pat. 

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Steve asked him in the bitchiest tone he could muster. “Give me a hug like a normal person.”

Eddie gave a long-suffering sigh but the grin on his face showed his jest. “If you wanted to get your hands on me, you should’ve just said so.” 

When Wayne walked in on his nephew and Steve Harrington making out on his couch just a few hours later, he couldn’t even say he was surprised. Scarred forever and washing his eyes out with soap? Yes. But not surprised.

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[lenaboskow]

gay!eddie is happening in the near future, a post brought to you by someone who spends way too much time dissecting queer media (and usually ends up being at least half right)

bear with me, it's a long one under the cut

i have a longer, more scene specific post that i will finish during the break if nothing happens tonight but i am a full believer that eddie's big arc this season (or next season, depending) is that the reason none of his past relationships worked out is because he's gay (not bi, gay)

disclaimers: i fully believe eddie loved shannon, just not the way he wanted to. you can also be gay and still enjoy heterosexual sex. sometimes sex really is just sex. this post is purely about romantic attraction.

I also tried to leave as much out about buck as possible (though that's hard, the man is obviously an integral part of his life) because gay!eddie diaz will happen no matter if buddie is endgame, and people need to realize that. their sexualities are more than just about each other.

anyways, on to the post-

it's canon that eddie will put christopher first when it comes to deciding relationships, and i think we first see that with shannon. rewatching season 2, i didn't get the impression that he wanted a romantic relationship with her, but he wanted her back in his son's life, and to eddie, those two go hand in hand.

and, if we're being honest, i think eddie's habit of putting other people first is the whole reason he got with shannon, because his family taught him that he was supposed to find a nice girl and settle down. who better to do that with than his best friend? my theory is further proven when shannon gets pregnant and eddie marries her out of a sense of duty, and then immediately ships off to afghanistan under the pretense of "providing" (and isn't it something that he picks a profession where he'll be away from his family for months at a time)

the only reason eddie returned is because of the helicopter crash, to which shannon immediately started talking about moving to california. while i believe that wanting to rest after the crash could be part of the reason he was hesitant, i think there was also a fear of what would happen when he was no longer near his family he was trying to please.

of course, eddie eventually moves to la after getting a job offer from both lafd and chicago. carla mentions that it is only thirty minutes from shannon, and while that could be because he wanted to reconcile, i think it was more to do with wanting to have his son's mother near. that, and lafd is the best in the world (according to eddie)

eddie only kisses shannon in 2x07 after she does her family interview for the school. this specific fact coupled with the absence of the eddie diaz heart eyes™️ (which, despite his closing off at the beginning of the series, we'd already seen in 2x01 when he and buck call truce) makes me believe he realized he could trust her and wanted her back in his son's life, and the way to do that was to get back together.

"but they hid their relationship for a while" eddie was still scared. comphet is a real thing, and causes people to act on things they necessarily don't want. i believe he pursued a romantic relationship with shannon because that's what she wanted, and if he kept her happy, she wouldn't leave again. this is why i wish we could've seen divorced shannon/eddie instead of her dying immediately, and i wonder if maybe it would've sped up the whole deconstruction process for him.

the next time eddie dates, it's with ana. on paper, ana is the perfect wife for him. she's a teacher, knows how to handle kids, is latina, the whole package. eddie tries so hard to make it work, that it actually does, and this causes him to panic. both carla and buck tell eddie not to take just chris into consideration, but to make sure he wants it too, and after some time, he breaks it off with her. the way ana reacted to the breakup makes me wonder if she could also sense the reason for the breakup.

marisol is where it starts to get tricky, but i feel like we've seen enough (or not enough) in these four episodes to piece some information together. chris is the one who encourages eddie to call her, and that makes me wonder if that's the reason they're still together. before the promo of the bucktommy date eddie and marisol crash, we only got two mentions of marisol, and both times was in relation to her helping with chris. at this point, eddie has spent more time with tommy than he has with marisol, as far as we're aware.

the synopsis of tonight's ep says that eddie and marisol "take a closer look at their relationship" and given that we haven't seen much of them on screen, it makes me wonder what this could be about. does it maybe have something to do with them crashing the bucktommy date?

obviously, i wouldn't be mad if eddie turned out to be bi. however, to me, all of his relationships seem be a big case of comphet. speaking from experience, as someone who's pursued relationships with men purely because that's what i was expected to do, not because i actually wanted to be with them. and just like eddie, there was a time where if my best friend (who was of the opposite gender) had asked me out, I would've said yes and married him had it come to that, because it would've made my family happy. i've gotten to a point where i don't care what my conservative family thinks or wants, and i truly believe that this season, we'll see eddie get to that place to.

if you've made it this far, thank you for listening, and here's to hoping we get gay!eddie tonight.

tag: @queeredmundo

[aldeanotes]

the art of cooking

aemond / modern!reader, 16+, fluff / comedy / mild angst in later plot points. inspiration taken from kdrama mr. queen. reader is very bi and loves girls so much.  

summary: in which you are a famous young chef whose soul was transported into the body of some way too pretty and privileged noble woman. oh, and you’re supposed to marry a prince or whatever. anyway, can you test this to see if it's ready ? 

warnings: reader is batshit wild and doesn't have time for westerosi norms : ). characters will be ooc at times and this story is not entirely canon compliant.

chapter one: palate cleanser / 4.6k words

  When you open your eyes, flashes of your final moments pass by your mind in quick succession. You had thought your usual thinking spot at the bridge in the evening was your safe haven, but all it took was a hard shove from behind you to send you flipping over the edge. The impact on the water’s surface took out all of the air in your lungs before the water could. Maybe that was life’s final mercy to you – or its cruelest joke. After finally achieving what you’d set out to do in your tumultuous childhood, the universe had decided to rip it away from you. It was so ironic to you how easy something that had taken so long to build had crumbled.

  A dull headache has settled in your skull already when you come to, making you grit your teeth. You hiss a little and shift under the sheets of what you assume to be a bed. With a groan, you roll over onto your side, closing your eyes once more and  trying to escape the light coming into the room. Even that action caused your entire body to ache. Pulling the covers up closer to you, you hear the muffled voice of someone next to your bed but you bury your head deeper into the layers of fabric instead. 

  “Leave me alone,” you say, your voice coming out indistinguishable from under the covers. 

  It’s rather rude for someone to wake you up. 

  …. 

  That can’t be right, though. You live by yourself in your apartment. As that barely conscious thought comes to your mind, you snap your eyes open again and lower the covers down to peep up at the person. You’re greeted by an unfamiliar appearance – soft features on a small face. You’ve never seen this girl that’s staring at you with such concern before in your entire life. 

  “My lady,” she says. You can pick up the wavering at the beginning of her words as if she’s been startled by something. 

  You can only stare at her, perplexed. Your eyebrows knit together as you begin to slink away from her. 

  Undeterred by your reaction, she lets out a shaky sigh of relief. 

  “My lady, you’re awake!” She says as her hands come up to grip onto your shoulders. You freeze up. 

  Who is this strange girl dressed like she’s about to attend a renaissance fair?

  You open your mouth to say something, to tell her to get out and to demand who the hell she is, but she beats you to it. Your voice dies in your throat when you see the beginnings of tears appear in her eyes. You’re not sure if that makes you soften or if it makes you more confused. 

  “It’s so good that you’ve finally woken up,” she says, her grip getting a little tighter. You wince a bit in response. “It’s all my fault. Because I didn’t watch you close enough …” 

  Finally, you get your bearings enough to speak. “What is –”

  You cut yourself off. This isn’t your voice. You suck in a gasp, your hand coming up to rest on your throat. 

  “My voice,” you mumble. It’s still not right. Why do you sound like that? It’s much too high-pitched, too sweet sounding. This can’t be your voice. “What’s happened to my voice?” 

  Panic starts to seep into you. You push off the covers in a haste. The girl retracts her hands from you in response, and you scramble to your feet now that you’ve been given the opportunity to do so. Your body screams at you to stay still, but you refuse and will yourself to stand up straight against the aches. You point at the girl, who seems to cower away from you in both fear and confusion. 

  “Y-You–” You hear your voice stutter. “What did you do to my voice?!”

  “My lady,” she responds, almost pleading. “Y-You’re still out of sorts from the incident. Just calm down. Please!” 

  “Answer me,” you demand, but soon your eyes flicker around the room. 

  This is not your room back in the city. The room is made of stone and marble, a smooth and tall ceiling accentuated by a cool floor underneath your feet. Furniture made of finely carved wood decorates the interior, and the light coloured rugs and pillows pop out nicely amidst it all. And the bed – definitely not your twin sized bed back from home. An embroidered canopy sits above it, hung from the wall, while the haphazardly thrown bed covers seem to shine in the light cascading from the large windows.

  It’s extravagant – from the carvings in the walls to the thread of the pillows to the food laid on the side table and even the seemingly simple desk with books sprawled about it seems oddly … out of your budget. 

  “Where am I?” You ask, frantically glancing around. Kidnapping? Dream? 

  “You’re in your chambers, my lady. Your chambers in the Red Keep,” the girl answers, taking a small step towards you. Your eyes refocus back on her as she does and she stills immediately. 

  You don’t even know where that is. Must be someplace overseas. 

  “Who brought me here?” You start shuffling away from her when you see the large doors on the other side of the bed. If you make a run for it – 

  “The palace guards brought you here a-after you fell in the water,” the girl says but starts coming towards you slowly once more. “Please, my lady. You must rest. You need to preserve your health.” 

  “‘Preserve my health’, my ass. You–” You stop. 

  Your steps have carried you almost halfway through the room before your face becomes visible in a mirror propped up on a vanity. 

  Who is that girl looking back at you? Her hair falls down her shoulders in dark waves; her mouth is small; her face portrays a sweetness to her with such large, brown eyes. 

  “Who–” Her mouth moves with yours. What?

  You rush forward, your hands fumbling as they grip the mirror. Surprised gasps fall from your lips as “your” fingers come up to pull and pinch at “your” face. This is a dream. This is not you. Without a second thought, you bring a hand and slap yourself across the cheek. 

  The girl gasps from somewhere behind you. “My lady, what are you doing?!” 

  You slap yourself again on your other cheek. They both sting now but nothing happens. You don’t wake up. Your face doesn’t change. 

  “What did you do to me?!” Your voice carries through the room. 

  You whip your head around to look at the stranger that’s been in this room with you. Given the shocked expression that adorns her face, you almost feel bad for yelling if it weren’t for the wild way your heart was hammering inside of you. Your chest rises and falls so rapidly it should really frighten you. The girl’s lips quiver as she stammers to answer you, but you can’t wait any longer and make your way clumsily towards the door, nearly tripping over the edges of your sleepwear. You hear her call for you but you ignore it as you fling open the doors. 

  What - or rather, who - is before you surprises you just as much as the girl. The two guards dressed in their armor stand next to the doors. When they hear the doors open, they both turn their heads to look at you. You feel afraid when their eyes peer down at you, but they spin on their feet towards you and bow. The gesture catches you off guard for a second before you snap back to your senses and take off past them and into the vast, stone hallways of wherever this place is. 

  You hear them yelling for you but you keep trying to flee. Your legs grow heavy with each step. The skin of your feet hurt each time they meet the hard flooring underneath. It feels as if needles are slowly being sunk into your muscles, immobilizing more and more until your body unceremoniously slumps against the wall. You cling rather pathetically against the stone as you hear the sound of armor getting closer and closer before hands descend upon you. You’re dragged back kicking and screaming obscenities that even the devil would cover his ears for if he heard. 

  ***

  Whatever your “lady-in-waiting” – called “Jacquetta” or so she says – had given you after you’d called down knocked you out for some time again. A sensation of floating settled onto you before your eyes closed completely. You wished to dream. You did not. You never did anymore. 

  When you come to, you feel a hand softly brushing a lock of hair from your face. It reminds you of your mother. Foolishly, as always, you open your eyes and hope to see her there, but it’s just another stranger. This one looks weary like your mother used to, but she gazes upon you with a certain tenderness that disarms you. She smiles at you, and your lips twitch upwards involuntarily. 

  “How are you feeling, my sweet girl?” The woman asks you. 

  You can do nothing but look into her brown eyes. Even in a hazy state, you can pluck out the contents that swirl in her irises – kindness, exhaustion, something guarded. Her chestnut hair is held together too tightly in a pristine bun, and even her green dress almost feels too put together. You’re not suited to be near such order, such cleanliness. But no matter, you think. 

   You shake your head weakly at her. She gives your hand a light squeeze. 

  “The Maesters will help you. You must rest.” And she does something you longed for – she tucks you into the bed further. 

  As your eyes close, you hear her sigh. An uneasiness makes its way into your chest. You did always hate disappointing mothers. Jacquetta and the woman seem to whisper in some distant corner of the room. You don’t care about the urgency in their tones. For the first time in a long time, you wanted to see your mother. 

***

  “And the queen is Alicent Hightower,” you say, watching Jacquetta brush your hair in the mirror. “That’s who came to visit me last week, yeah?”

  Jacquetta smiles widely at you. “Very good. You’re still a quick learner, my lady.” 

  You’ve come to realize that she’s a rather cheerful young lady. After you calmed down in the following days, you had to deal with her sobbing in your arms because apparently you are the source of all her concerns and sorrows. (‘My lady, how could you forget about me? We have been childhood companions for so long! Oh, by the Seven!’ - you’d never had anyone be so upset about something outside of your control like that before). 

  You wink at her in the mirror. “I’ve got plenty of good qualities.” 

  Even though your antics perplex her, she seems to go along with them for your sake. 

  You’ve been in this body for exactly eight days and six of those had been used for rest and treatment by the maesters. Therefore, when you’d been allowed out of bed, you made sure to poke Jacquette for things you “forgot” and scribble them down in a journal for your convenience. You look over the bullet points every night. You’d made peace with the fact that as long as you are confined to this elaborately decorated room, you won’t be able to look for ways to go back home. Your mind had concocted a temporary plan to go along with whatever the hell your life has become. For right now. 

  “Do we like her?” You ask. 

  “‘We’?” Jacquetta says, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, like,” you say, “Is she cool?” 

  “‘Cool?’”

  You sigh. “Is she our friend, basically?”

  That seems to dishearten Jacquetta a bit, but she answers anyway. “Queen Alicent has known you since you were a child at court. She had you at the side of Princess Heleana as a childhood companion. Your house and House Hightower have been close allies for many decades, my lady.”

  They do say that networking is a great professional skill. Turns out who you know holds true even in this world. You didn’t have the time or will power to comb through the anthologies that Jacquetta had brought from the royal archives about the intricacies of the families across this land called Westeros. The history must certainly be rich, but you don’t plan on staying here. It would be a waste to try to learn everything aside from what you need to make it through the daily happenings. 

  “It was the most joyous day of your life when Queen Alicent had you betrothed to Prince Aemond.” 

  Huh. 

  You meet Jacquetta’s wide smile with a look of pure horror. Your mouth is hanging open like a fish that’s surprised it bit onto a hook instead of a worm. Jacquetta’s smile falters. 

  “W-Wait,” you stutter, “Hold on. You didn’t say anything about getting married. I can’t get married. I don’t want to get married.” 

  She senses the panic in your voice and tries to comfort you. The brush is set aside, abruptly forgotten. 

  “You’ve been wanting this arrangement since you were just a girl,” she says, giving your shoulders a comforting squeeze. “The incident has confused your mind so much. You’ve dreamed of this day since you were younger than ten years old. You practically begged your parents for them to accept the proposal. Even your elder sister couldn’t have made a finer match than this.” 

  “People’s dreams can change!” You counter, standing up. 

  The chair screeches across the floor. Even in this new body, you fall back into old habits as the panic grips on you suddenly. You pace - back and forth, back and forth. You rub the back of your neck with too much force. When that offers no comfort, your fingers dig into the fabric of your dress, bunching up the skirt. Back and forth, back and forth. 

  “No, no, no,” you say, shaking your head. “I can’t get married. No way. I’d rather die. I mean, look at me!” You give Jacquetta a pleading look. “Is this the face of someone who is ready to get married?” 

  “My lady, you are a woman grown already,” she responds.

  “To who?!” You shout back. 

  Who even is a woman grown at this age? Your age is similar to that of this person you've found your soul transported into. However, through many unpleasant incidents during your formative years, you've grown up quicker than your peers your age. But the “you” of this world is still a young idiot in your eyes. Someone like “you” shouldn’t be getting married to anyone for anything. Not even the glamor of marrying a prince and becoming a princess can enthrall you. 

  Not to mention – you’d already decided since you were young that you didn’t want to get married. It’s better for you to stay by yourself in your apartment with your herbal plants growing plentifully on the balcony. Marriage is not a joy to look forward to for you. It’s a trap. It’s a predetermined failure. 

  “Uh–” You draw out your voice before you snap your fingers. You had an idea. “Tell Queen Alicent that I need to talk to her. I changed my mind about the marriage. Tell her to break it off.” 

  Jacquetta looks at you as if you’ve gone insane. “You cannot just break a royal marriage agreement, my lady. This is for the benefit of the realm, and it would certainly make it so you will never be able to find another match again.”

  “Perfect.” That’s what you want anyway. 

  She huffs at you, finally having had her patience tested enough. “I will call for the maesters again. You are still unwell.” 

  “I am not unwell!” You yell after her as she exits your chambers. “I’m perfectly normal compared to the people in this place!”

*** 

  The maesters come anyway because nobody really cares what you think or what you want, you realize. They ask you some questions that annoy you (like what your name is, your house, all of that tedious information you can barely remember) because you’re certain you got at least half of the answers right but that wasn’t satisfactory enough for them apparently. So they whisper amongst themselves and then whip up some god awful concoction for you to sip on. You don’t ask what it’s made of because you think you’d prefer not to know. Your taste buds have always been good, though, and you can taste the distinct flavor of mint and vinegar. 

  You prove to be a difficult princess-to-be, demanding they clean their utensils several times over before you allowed them to bring them anywhere near you. Maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself, but you have the distinct feeling that this world hasn’t learned of aseptic techniques yet. They inspect your throat for a cold and then give you the plague. Dramatic, but it could happen. You don’t plan on dying before you can get back to your original body. 

  Their visit irritates you until their final treatment plan for you – go back to the original place of the incident to summon back your memories. You take back every horrible thought you had about them. This is exactly what you wanted. It supposedly had been vehemently refused by Alicent and Otto ( “Her father, the Hand,” Jacquetta whispers in your ear when your fast twists into a confused expression), but you made a big plea to them through Jacquetta to allow you to go outside. You used the excuse that you wanted to start walking again and not be confined to your chambers, and you could have Jacquetta with you. 

  That’s how you end up taking a leisurely stroll through the gardens of the Red Keep. Unfortunately, in addition to Jacquetta, you have an entourage of other ladies trailing after you. You have to admit that the flora and fauna on display in the middle of spring here are lovely, and you can recognize some flowers that grow back in your world as well. The ambiance is perfect. Maybe you should consider adopting the decor for an outdoor patio for your restaurant. 

  “When they found you, it was just in time,” Jacquetta explains as she leads you through the gardens. Her hands hold firmly onto your arm as you walk, almost as if you were going to keel over by a gust of wind.  “You had fallen into the large pond in the southernmost part of the gardens at night. It had shocked everyone, even Prince Aemond had rushed as soon as he heard the news.” 

  Your betrothed, apparently. Jacquetta seems to want to paint him as someone concerned for your wellbeing, but you roll your eyes when she looks away. For a guy that is supposedly someone “you” were happy to get married to, he didn’t come to see you the entire time you’ve been recovering. Though, admittedly, it had only been Queen Alicent who came. Whether it was because he just wasn’t interested or wasn’t able, you didn’t care. You plan on leaving this place before you have to go through the complex situation of marrying this Prince Aemond guy. 

  “Oh, he did?” you reply, more focused on the flower you’re twirling between your fingers. “That’s nice, I guess. Hey, Jackie – ” She gives you a strange look. “Which part of the gardens are we in right now?”

  “The eastern part, my lady.” 

  You point behind you. “And that way?”

  “That is the northern part.” 

  You hum, nodding. You look around a little before spotting a flowering tree with soft pink blossoms on it. With a smile, you point to it. 

  “Can you get one of those for me, Jackie?” You ask sweetly. 

  Jacquetta returns your smile and moves towards the tree. As soon as she gets halfway between you and the tree, you drop the flower in your hands and sprint away. 

  “My lady!” You hear everyone’s voices screaming for you behind you as you run away from them in the direction of the pond. 

  You switched bodies when you fell in water, so you’re determined to jump back into the same place. At best, it’ll return you back to your body and at worst, it just makes you look like you’re out of your mind. You pick up your dress skirts high and force your legs to carry you faster. 

  “My lady, you mustn't lift your skirt!” Somebody shouts from behind you. Well, you don’t give a damn for the conventions of this world!

  You can hear your entourage yelling and chasing after you. Your little legs move as quickly as they can as you rush through the gardens, getting smacked by some bushes and trees along the way. You glance back to see that Jacquetta and the others are a ways behind you, and you feel relieved until you turn your head back to the front and see some other servants have come to stop you. 

  “Get out of the way!” You yell before hopping into one of the denser parts of the garden and rushing through it. 

  Dirt has begun to cling to your dress and shoes. You wince every time a scratch appears on your face and exposed skin but you power through it as you flee from your pursuers. You jump over a little wall enclosing some flower bushes and see a balcony jutting out in front of you. You rush over to it and lean over it. Down below is your safe haven, your miracle portal – the pond. The railing is a bit high for you to jump over while you’re stationary. 

  You hear shouting coming from behind you, and you can see everyone rushing towards you. It’s now or never, you guess. You rush a little ways away from the ledge and bounce on your feet a bit, getting ready to sprint and leap over the railing. You waste no time as you charge full speed ahead towards the ledge. You’re on your way until you feel a sudden force on your stomach that knocks the wind out of you. 

  Your mouth opens to speak but you end up just choking on air instead. Your hands fumble for your stomach and you feel something sturdy wrapped around your waist. You jerk your head upwards and are met with a single purple eye. Something hitches in your throat. 

  This person has such a sharp look to him. His one eye peering down at you while the other is covered by an eyepatch, the lavender hue of one popping out against the long, platinum white hair that frames his face. Yet, you can clearly see the scar that runs straight down. He’s strong. You can tell just from the way he’s got his arm around you that he’s someone that could throw you over this ledge if you really convinced him to.

  “Hey, buddy–” He raises an eyebrow at your words.

  He feels intense in a way that you can’t describe. You’ve met many people in your life but this guy is unique. 

  “Pal,” you continue because you have no sense. “Can you please let go? I need to just take a little hop over there.”

  You try to pull away from him but he’s got a firm grip. The shouting is getting closer, and you quickly glance back to see that your pursuers might as well already have you.

  “You’re a good person, yeah?” You ask. He doesn’t even grace that with a response. You can’t tell if the way his lips twitch is in amusement or annoyance. “Let me go. It’s none of your business what I do anyway, right?”

  “Actually–” Shit, he has a deep voice. “It is my business, my lady.” 

  And with that, he proceeds to hand you over to Jacquetta and whoever else you’ve made look like a fool in this little chase of yours. 

  “H-Hey!” You yell as they gasp and nearly cry at the sight of you, dragging you away. “You’re a bast–”

  “Please see to it that she is brought to her chambers. I will come soon,” he says, cutting you off. 

  Jacquetta quickly offers a bow before forcefully ushering you away as you yell at his retreating form. 

***

  So there you were, sitting slumped in a chair in “your” chambers, having been so effortlessly stopped in your attempted escape through the gardens by a man with silver hair and an eyepatch. With dirt caked on your dress, flower petals scattered around your unruly hair, and gods know how many scratches on your exposed arms from your clumsy maneuvering through the greenery trying to escape. The man in question sits across from you, his finger tapping on the wood of his chair, waiting and looking at the fire. You don’t even give the flames a glance as you keep glaring at him. What a punk – is all you can think. 

  For stopping you from running away from the servants who were dead set on dragging you back into these chambers, for handing you off to them without even thinking about your pleas. How dare he? And all things considered, after being told you’re engaged to a prince of all people, you’d think he’d have more consideration of that fact too. Maybe he doesn’t know who “you” are. Yeah, that’s probably it. 

  Even if you hated the new life you’d woken up to, you could flex some of your status a bit, right? Just this once. 

  “You’ve really got a lot of nerve,” you say, and the man finally gives you the time of day. 

  Even the way his single eye stares at you pisses you off. He looks at you like you’ve just exhausted all his energy for the day, and it spurns you off to throw your weight around a bit more. 

  “I had somewhere to be –” Which was not here. “And you just handed me off like I was a sack of trash. Do you have any idea who I–”

  “I know who you are,” he cuts you off with a quick response. His voice has a certain coldness to it, but it doesn’t deter you. 

  “Oh, yeah? Then you must know I’m betrothed -” You emphasize the last word. “To a prince.” 

  You see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he found that funny. Like it was a joke to him. He cocks his head to the side slightly like he’s observing you. Alicent did that during the first initial visit to “you” after “you” woke up. 

  “It seems the Maesters were telling the truth, you are out of sorts,” he says before standing up and taking a small step closer to you. 

  Now, you were intimidated by him as he towers above you. You’re suddenly very aware of his stature – taller than you, much more muscular than you. The purple iris that peers down at you through his lashes is an eerily beautiful sight, even you must admit to it. Your fingers dig into the wooden arm chairs. You take a deep breath and your chest sticks out involuntarily. It’s a pathetic display of bravery (foolishness, more like it), and the man pays it no special attention. 

  “My lady–” You hate the way anyone calls you that. “I am your betrothed.”

  Silence settles between you two. Your eyes stare up at him, widened to their fullest. You take a slow, obnoxious, audible breath in and then–

  You proceed to laugh in his face. 

  You must have annoyed him enough to chase him away because after a few moments of watching you and tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair, he stalks away without another word. 

  “Sick eyepatch, though,” you say after him, managing to squeeze it out between your chuckles.

[m3r1m4r5u333]

You know. I've been thinking of the shape of Eddie's sexuality, trying to understand him and. Yeah, I think I've been a bit hasty assuming that all these conflicted relationships with women spell out that he has no interest in women at all.

I think he might be bi... Here's my explanation:

Might be just about the timing of his feelings and about his stubborn persistence to ignore other choices (namely Buck) because the catholic guilt tells him that the only option available is a woman.

But what if it's a case of emotional conflict, more than sexual conflict?

Whatever Eddie's sexuality is, his marriage with Shannon was kinda rushed. They were teenage sweethearts, and then suddenly Shannon was pregnant and the expectation was to marry her and stay with her forever.

But teenage romances do not always last, do they? What if by the time Shannon got pregnant, the relationship just wasn't working purely because weren't a good match as two people - that does not need to have anything to do with sexuality.

But it can still be a suffocating relationship. Being in a relationship with someone with whom you just fight all the time. Even if the sex is good, and she is someone you've known for such a long time. It would still be draining and anxiety inducing.

Especially if you see no other option but to marry her, and stay with her. If you think it's you duty as a man to stay with the mother of your child...ren.

And let's not forget that Shannon leaves and that would break Eddie's trust. Even if Eddie escaped first, to the army, having the same pain mirrored on him would still break his trust.

And by the time Shannon returns... Eddie has met Buck. Maybe that is just such a strong emotional bond that Eddie is after that unable to truly bond with any other woman. Or any other man.

And then Shannon dies. The important thing I'd like to point out about her death is that... It does not even matter what Eddie's sexuality is.

Shannon was one of his closest human relationships. Someone he knew from a young age. His highschool sweetheart, the mother of his child, his friend. That's a lot of shared history. That's someone you grieve, deeply. Even if the marriage wasn't flawless. So do not look at Eddie's grief as a way to figure out his sexuality. He would grieve her deeply, no matter what it was.

Then... Eddie getting back to his feet after that blow...?

Aa said, he is by that point struggling to trust people. They do not stay. Also... He has met Buck. It was an instant connection. Clearly the bond they're forming is a deep one, they are turning into a family.

Expect... He hasn't really figured out that men, too, can be an option for him. So when people start urging him to return to dating... He does, even if his heart is not in it.

He pushes aside the bond with Buck. Why wouldn't he?

At that point he thinks that Buck is totally unavailable. Straight. And also ...what about religion? What about his family's expectations? And what if dating a man would cause hardship for Christopher - whose childhood has already been a tough one. So women it is, even if he's already fallen for someone and tries to ignore it.

And then there's the clusterfuck that is Eddie's relationship with Ana. On the surface it looks good.

But Eddie pushed himself to date. He does not love her. But just like with Shannon, he feels like dating equals marriage. That's the catholic guilt urging him on. Marriage, marriage, marriage.

So Eddie feels trapped... Starts having panic attacks.

Again. That does not automatically mean he's gay. It can just be that he's denying his true feelings and trying to date and get serious with someone he doesn't love. And he does realise that it is getting very serious. Ana won't even leave his home. People are talking about marriage.

And then she visits Eddie at the firestation with Chris and Eddie's carefully compartmentalized worlds collide. Because it's like she isn't even in the same room... When Buck is there.

And this cycle just keeps repeating. Must date... Can't date Buck. Dying inside. Dating feels like performing because his heart isn't in it.

And then Marisol.

The thing is... It's very tempting to leap to the assumption that Eddie's performance issues here spell "the man is gayyyy".

However. Imagine being a closeted bisexual and finding out your girlfriend was almost a freaking NUN???

That could just as well be the issue here. How can he TRUST her? Nuns aren't exactly the sort of people who join Pride to wave a sign that says "BI rights!", or any of that sort really. Also, so many important people in his life are queer. How does someone like Marisol fit into his life?

Also... Buck comes out. Wtf. Buck COULD be an option, after all?

That would certainly make Eddie's imagination run wild.

And now his trapped in another clusterfuck relationship. Watching someone he's so drawn to date another man... While he, a closeted queer, dates a nun who just moved in.

Yeah.

Edit. Not to mention, the show already did "a closeted married gay man" storyline. I think "Bi Eddie" would really be a more original story now.

Bi erasure is real, and Eddie is exactly the sort of closeted adult bisexual that slips notice in real life, too.

A straight-looking marriage can be very much genuine. But not actually a sum of two straight people.

[kindestofkings]

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authors note: k so this is kinda an all over the place fic but I had a lot of fun making it so ENJOY! @orangeinecstasy a fellow ryan appreciator, thanks for the brainstorming 🫡

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part 2

[kuailiangshellfire]

every road that i've been on.

When I was a boy, I was stung by a scorpion.

It lit on my blood on fire, turning me into a restless, drooling mess. Twitching in my bed before stiffening with a seizure. The doctors within the Lin Kuei had written me off, condemning me to death before my seventh birthday. Bi-Han had been indifferent the entire time, keeping his distance from me, like it had been a disease I contracted. We'd never been close, him and I, so it betrayed nothing when he stayed away. Tomas, from what I heard, was a wreck. He'd beg Father to let him see me, but he had insisted of keeping him away as well. To keep the thought of me alive and well in his mind, just in case I had perished. Father had been getting ready to bury his youngest son.

In the end, on the fifth day, I prevailed.

I awoke, covered in stale sweat and drool from the night before. Standing up, I walked out, scaring the doctors of the Lin Kuei. It had been different after that.

Despite recovering from the rest of my symptoms, the fire in my blood never receded.

It scared me. I had dreamed of taking up the mantle Sub-Zero after our father, perhaps before Bi-Han, as much as that had been a pipe dream. It was dashed after scorpion sting. Holding out my palms, the fire manifested itself. Bright and warm. I gasped, trying to hold in the tears. I sobbed once, and it was all over. It spread up my arms, and my panic caused me to flail about, trying to put it out. It did nothing but spread it to the walls of my quarters.

The room was engulfed quickly. Thick, black smoke filled the room, my lungs, causing me to cough. The tears I struggled to keep inside left me blind as they poured down my cheeks. I fell to the floor, coughing. I was barely aware of Tomas wrapping his arms around me. Immune to my flames and the smoke, he dragged me outside. I gasped and coughed and clung to him like a lifeline. Sobs began to wrack my body. I almost wanted to push him away, as if I'd burn him if I held on too long. Tomas said nothing. Just held me close.

Half of the Lin Kuei's quarters had to be rebuilt. I kept my head down as Father surveyed the damage. He frowned, displeased at the wreckage. I suppressed a wince. I bit the inside of my cheek, as to keep from crying again. He sighed, and I dug my nails into my palms. Glancing up at him, I was stunned to find that there had been no anger as he looked at me. He looked almost amused. I opened my mouth to ask why, but he turned from me and the question died in my throat.

My survival and the fire earned me the name Scorpion.

Father smiled as he gave me the moniker. The yellow mask feeling heavy as he handed it to me. I swallowed. It tasted like ash on my tongue.

When I placed the it onto my face, I felt like an impostor. A traitor to the Lin Kuei. A clan of cryomancers and I had fire in my veins. I had hoped I'd been a late bloomer. That the ice would manifest itself as it had done for my father and brother. As I watched the fire dance in my palms, I willed it to turn cold. It did not.

Years passed. My dream of being Sub-Zero melted away as ice does around fire. I fought with feelings of jealousy and inadequacy as Bi-Han placed Father's mask onto his face. Tomas squeezed my wrist before joining his side. After a moment, I followed, forcing the feelings back down into the box I kept them in.

The feeling of being an impostor didn't fade. It had only grown. Even as I wore the yellow mask, and the yellow garb my father had made for me, my world felt tilted. I would look in the mirror and see someone else. A stranger, but so familiar. A man I knew like the back of my own hand, but as soon as I'd try and recall his face or name, it would be gone. Touching the mirror, tracing the mask's reflection with a finger. It was on the tip of my tongue, who this person was. I knew him. I knew him.

Tomas started teasing me about it, as he became my confidant. I couldn't tell Bi-Han, so focused on helping the Grandmaster lead the Lin Kuei into greatness. His eyes blatanly focused on the title of Grandmaster. To him, anything else was a distraction, one that we couldn't afford. Still, the thoughts that troubled me were getting increasing harder to ignore. A longing ache in my chest had settled in, becoming almost unbearable as I thought about the unknown man. I was no longer comfortable in my skin and there was something in me calling to seek him out. Find this mysterious stranger that bore the mask on my face.

I just didn't expect to find him as soon as I did.

The Grandmaster had gotten reports from our scouts of enemy activity in one of our outlying villages. One that neither Tomas or I had heard of. Accused to harboring enemies, and them using the village as a base of operations, Tomas and I were the first ones tasked with spying on them over the next few days, with relief coming then. Tomas jokingly complained the entire time we traveled there.

It had been a farming village. A simple life compared to ours. Everyone pitching in, almost like they had been a family. Watching them filled my chest with an unfamiliar longing. Touching my chest, I had no idea where it came from. Tomas looked at me with an odd expression.

“You alright?” He asked.

My tongue felt heavy with the answer. It felt like a lie. Maybe it was. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

Another few days passed and nothing changed. No enemies. No secret armies. Nothing. I began to question why we were here in the first place. I huffed, rubbing my eyes as Smoke shifted next to me. The sun was high overhead, bearing down on us in our makeshift camp. Familiar footsteps behind us were welcoming, asour relief. Back to base for rest, a wash and a decent meal. I was ready to leave this village behind and whatever uncomfortable longing it was bringing me.

“I'm so glad to see familiar faces,” Tomas chuckled.

I shot him a glare. “You tired of seeing my face every day?”

Smoke's eyes crinkled with a smile. “Something like that.”

Bi-Han shook his head at the two of us. “Find anything interesting?”

Smoke stood, stretching. “Not a thing. They're farmers. Seemed to be getting ready for their harvest.”

Bi-Han hummed, low and thoughtful. “Doesn't prove their innocence. The Grandmaster has instructed us to observe for another week. If we observe nothing, we move on. If not, we...”

As I stood, Bi-Han's voice fell away as my eyes landed on a villager. He was a bit older than myself. He held himself differently than the other villagers, almost like he had once been a fighter. At rest, but there was a tension in his shoulders, almost like he was ready for an attack at any point. Trailing after him, a young boy with a small stuffed animal tucked under his arm. The boy was his clone – his son – and warmth filled my chest.

He stopped, picking the boy up and putting him on his shoulders. As they passed down the street, people were greeting him, smiling, waving. Whoever he was, he was well known. Watching them, the warmth spread through me and I found my eyes getting wet. The urge to sob for joy, for happiness was getting overwhelming and I blinked hard and fast to clear my eyes. I bit back the sob that was caught in my throat, but I know I had made a sound, because Smoke's eyes were on me instantly.

He made his way to the town square and familiarity washed over me. A tear escaped down my cheek. Smoke moved closer to me. Watching them, I suddenly couldn't breath, like the mask that was never mine to begin with began to suffocate me. I tore it off and with clarity, I knew. I knew what I had to do.

“Kuai?” My heart was beating so loud in my ears that I almost didn't hear him. My feet started moving. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed down the hill towards the village. I heard Tomas calling after me, while Bi-Han roared at me to stop. I didn't care.

I ran into the village at top speed. The man had stopped, placing the boy gently onto the ground. He said something, giving him a smile before his eyes met mine. In them, there was no confusion, no hostility towards the man running at him. Only familiarity and warmth greeted me.

I barreled into him, causing both of us to whirl around as he wrapped his arms around me. I squeezed him tight, burying my face into his neck and inhaling. The scent of pine and freshly fallen snow hit my senses and I gripped him tighter. His nose buried into my hair as we just stood there for a moment. Eons passed and everything was clicking back into place. The man I saw in the mirror, the man I ached for, was here. The clarity that eluded me for as long as I carried the name Scorpion was now a welcomed friend as I gazed at the man who I knew like the back of my own hand. My thumb brushed against his cheekbone. He leaned into the touch, before grasping my hand with one of his own. The coolness of it seeped into my skin.

“You have my ice,” I whispered, “Hanzo.”

“And you have my fire,” He returned, “Liang.”

He brought his other hand down, wrapping it around the forgotten mask. Bringing it up into the light, he smiled. “Scorpion.”

My face heated with a blush. He dropped the mask before catching my eyes. The fire in his eyes ignited my own.

Our gaze never broke as our lips met.

(updated 7/30/23, also x-posted on ao3)

[hyuuukais]

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LIFE IS STRANGE IS MY FAVORITE GAME!!!!

TALK TO ME ABOUT IT OMG IM SO EXCITED!! TALK TO ME INFO DUMP IM SO SERIOUS DO ITTTTTTT

WAIT FR ?!?!?!?!?! IT'S MINE TOO ?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

ok but specifically the second one bc the story hit a bit harder for me and like. the relationship between the diaz brothers and the way your choices have even more of an effect on the ending and even certain scenes and oh my god when i tell you i cried SO HARD playing my endings ?!?!?!?

however let me rant abt nathan prescott for a moment. i haven't played the first game in a while tho so my rant is not fresh in my mind BUT ! this kid is neglected by his family and goes to find basically a father figure in jefferson and wants to do what he can to make him proud which causes him to go too far and do the opposite and create such a fucking mess of things!! all because he was so desperate to get that kind of fatherly approval!! i know i have more points in this rant but i can't remember them 😭

omg i haven't finished true colours though because ps plus kept exiting out part way through the ending cut scene :(( but i've enjoyed it. life is strange never fails to make me cry. the bi panic of choosing between steph and ryan was very real (chose steph). enjoyed the game though it's not my favourite of them ! the second definitely is

ik i could add more but my brain isn't quite awake yet!!