#her and her gay friend were like oh you ARE we weren't sure because you have the dress but then also the jacket

[belovedblabber]

i keep forgetting how much I was bopping around the dyke dating scene in my old home city pre-pandemic wsdfghj at one point I was sort of seeing two girls (like not two-timing them it was early stages for both so we were just getting a feel for each other)

I also fully forgot one of the girls I went out with and my now-partner had to remind me sdcfvgbhnj

[xoluvx]

lunch; b.eilish .˚₊✩ part two ✩₊˚.

i could eat that girl for lunch 

part one

"Are you nervous?" you asked closing the door to her room. This was happening. Like actually happening. You were in her room. The door was closed. All things that had happened before, but now...you'd agreed to help her feel what it's like to be with a girl and goddamn were you nervous.

"Not one bit. I've watched porn," she smiled big and you scoffed rolling your eyes. Yeah, she was trying to lighten the mood but you were far too deep in your head to laugh.

"Oh honey, you're going to find that's not realistic," you placed your hands on your hips and Billie bit her lip sitting up in bed.

"So show me realistic," she teased scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Before we go any further, sign this" you reached for your tote pulling out a piece of paper. You'd typed it out the night before. A contract of sorts.

"I will not fall in love with you. I will not ruin the friendship. I will not use my new found skills for bad, only good..." Billie did that thing where she laughs but it's only a loud noise, then she ran a thumb over the corner of her mouth, and nodded. She signed the paper sloppily before handing it back to you.

"Thank you," you grabbed it putting it back in your bag.

“Okay so now we fuck or what?” There was a hint of teasing in her voice but you knew deep down she was asking a genuine question. There was no guide book for what the two of you were doing. Maybe because you weren't suppose to be doing it.

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Not yet. I just-“ you grabbed her arms looking down at her seriously now. “-I just want to make sure this is really what you want.” You stared at her waiting for that reassurance. You didn't want to be the reason you had a fall out. You couldn't lose her.

Billie’s face softened and she smiled nodding.

"Okay, so why now? Why experiment now?" You were curious. She'd displayed gay tendencies. Hell, her outfits alone wouldn't have made you second guess her sexuality. She had girls drooling over her every where she went.

"I guess I've always been curious. I've just never done anything about it," she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Why not? You're Billie motherfucking Eilish. Do you know how many girls would be lined up right now to give you all the experience?" You chuckled slightly when you saw her blush. She looked down wiping the corner of mouth not knowing how to respond because yeah she could probably have any girl she wanted.

But something made her want you.

"Can I show you something?" she asked reaching for her phone.

Your brows furrowed as you waited patiently taking a seat next to her.

"I was watching a video," she cleared her throat. You side-eyed her knowing what she meant by video. Porn. She'd been watching porn. Just like she'd said earlier.

The melody filled the room and you nodded to the beat. Then it stopped. She played a voice recording. Her voice echoed through the room.

She's takin' pictures in the mirror Oh my God, her skin's so clear Tell her, "Bring that over here" You need a seat? I'll volunteer

Your chest tightened as you listened to the words, but then a smirk formed on your lips.

"Oh my god, you're so gay" you beamed in a totally not offensive 'that's gay' way, but in a 'damn you're actually gay how did you not know' way.

Billie blushed chucking her phone somewhere. She didn't look at you. She played with her hands as you spoke again.

"When did you write that?"

"A while ago, but I’ve been working on it," she admitted finally looking at you. Her eyes were sincere and her lips were forming a small frown. You felt her pain in your heart.

"And you didn't tell me? I'm your best friend, why didn't you tell me you were having these feelings?" you scooted closer trying to provide some sort of comfort. Instinctively, your fingers brushed against her cheek.

"You're so open about your sexuality, I didn't want you to think I was just hopping on a trend or something. Especially after Lost Cause," her voice trailed off on that last part and you nodded understandingly recalling the backlash.

"Well, your experience is your experience. Everyone else can suck it," you pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and your breath caught in your throat when she looked up at you with her full blue eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked sheepishly. You balled your hand in your lap, fingers picking at your skin nervously because it was happening. It was happening.

"Yeah," you whispered, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Every fiber of your body felt chills.

Billie leaned in to kiss you. Your noses brushed for a brief second before your lips touched. It was a soft and short kiss. When she pulled away she smiled. You cupped her face and she dove in for another kiss. Your fingers gripped the back of her head as she rested her weight on your thighs, fingers digging into your skin.

"How do I touch you?" she whispered against your lips and you froze. Right. Right, how could she touch you? That was your job. You had to teach her.

Oh dear god, it was happening you were going to fuck your best friend. This was not a drill.

"Take off my shirt," you whispered trying to keep your composure. Billie nodded reaching for your shirt. When the tips of her fingers touched your skin, you bit your lip. She pulled the shirt over your head staring at your breasts.

"Did they get...bigger?" She goofed squeezing the air furrowing her brows in an 'I'm totally helpless' way.

You laughed pulling her in for another kiss. This time, she pressed her body on yours feeling your naked skin on her fingertips. Her hands ran up your arms and under your bra straps. She pulled away to search your face for approval.

"You can touch them," you assured.

She let the straps fall down your arms, fingers pulling on the fabric covering your breasts until they were free. She marveled at the scene. The way they moved each time you breathed. The way she could physically see your nipples growing harder just from the cool breeze.

She traced the curve of your breast with her index finger and could see the goosebumps forming on your skin. You followed the movements of her hands now squeezing them softly like she didn't want to break you.

"Lay down," she whispered breaking the silence. Following her instructions, your head hit the pillows, arms reaching under trying to grip on to something. Anything, because her lips were hovering over your breasts and oh my god she was licking your nipple.

You looked down at her, mouth open. She was looking at you. She'd been looking at you the entire time. She watched the way your brows furrowed as she licked, then sucked. She watched the way you gasped when her mouth left your nipple and found the other one. The cool air brushing over the areas where her tongue once teased.

Holding your breasts, she kissed down your torso. Her lips barely touching your skin, but burning every point she encountered.

"Can I-" she started talking, tugging at your shorts.

"Yes," you gasped and cleared your throat. "Yeah, you can take them off," you confirmed trying to collect yourself.

The air struck your thighs when she pulled off your shorts. She stared at your covered pussy before looking up at you. You weren't sure if going all the way was the right move today. Especially since she was looking at you like a deer in headlights.

"We can stop," you spoke propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of her.

"No," she shook her head staring into your soul.

"Are you sure?" you didn't want her to feel pressured to rush into anything.

"I've never been more sure of something," she tried to chuckle at the corny remark, but was unsuccessful. She wasn't joking.

She felt an adrenalin rush when she first heard you moan. It was the hottest thing that filled her ears and she was the reason for it. She'd inserted a finger tentatively and watched the way your head tossed back at the gesture.

“Right there, Billie,” you moaned as she worked her finger into your pussy again watching your face for signs. She watched and waited for every time you moaned or arched your back. You were looking at her now. She watched the way your lips parted when she pushed in another finger.

"Is this okay? How many fingers?" she asked and you shrugged still filled with pleasure.

"It depends," you informed. It really did depend. Two was fine for now.

"Is this good?" she asked again as she sped up a little. You nodded biting your lip, groaning when she curled them upward. Something she'd read about the night you told her you'd teach her.

"Are you going to cum?" her eyes were big as she looked up at you waiting for any signs of a possible orgasm. You just chuckled and shook your head.

"No. Not yet. You'd know," you reached down to push her hair back so you could continue seeing her face. She looked so cute and lost, but determined. She furrowed her brows still pumping her fingers. Should she put another in?

"How?" she asked resting her head on your thigh. The whole moment felt pure somehow. You hoped she felt as safe as you did right now.

"I'd feel tight," you touched her cheek now resting your head on your arm serving as an additional pillow. "Have you had an orgasm?" you asked and she instantly blushed looking away, biting her lip.

"Only when I've touched myself and I bust in a few seconds," she confessed as you held her jaw forcing her to look at you.

"Sometimes I want to cum right away, but it feels good to hold it," she looked at you questioningly. "The orgasm is so much stronger," you hum. She nodded storing that information for later.

"So what do you think about when you touch yourself?" you asked never breaking eye contact as she continued fingering you.

"Lots of things. Porn. Sometimes," she shrugged a little.

"You," her voice small now.

"Me?" you laughed a little and leaned back to look at the ceiling.

"Yeah, sometimes. You're hot," she chuckled and you nodded your head approvingly. That was quite a confession she'd made. It made your heart soar and your pussy flutter.

Billie kissed your thigh and you shut your eyes. Her fingers slowed as her thumb tried searching for your clit. When you gasped and tugged on her hair, she smiled triumphantly. Her thumb rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

"You're learning," your voice playful and high pitched, head still tossed back on the pillows as she pushed her fingers deeper.

She hovered over you, eyes searching yours before kissing you. It was a feverish kiss that mixed with the pleasurable heat between your legs making you see stars. You moaned into her mouth and she trailed kisses down your jaw and on your neck.

The moment felt a lot more intimate now.

This couldn't be good.

You pushed the uneasy feeling aside finding her lips, fingers tangled in her hair.

It'd be okay. Totally totally okay. You'd signed the contract.

part three

[himbosandhardwear]

Slowly, like the way most things occur to Steve, he realizes that the way he and a lot of guys, probably most guys, talk about women is kinda gross. Kinda impersonal and objectable...no wait....objectifying. He loves that he can talk to Robin about chicks but as soon as he starts to say what he loves about them he realizes, though Robin likes girls, she is also a girl, and probably doesn't want to hear locker room talk. Which is when he starts to wonder if what he considers normal guy banter is actually gross douchebag banter.

"They're so warm," he says, which seems like a nice thing to say, neutral.

"I guess?" She frowns. "Guys are warm too though."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I mean, women don't have a monopoly on body heat."

"Right," he agrees. Except what he was really thinking was the heat on the inside. Again, gross. That thought then leads to another thought. A weird, why-am-I-thinking-about-this thought. That guys are probably warm on the inside too. Definitely. Definitely warm on the inside. Shit. That's weird.

He doesn't have anyone to talk this over with anymore. Dustin is too young. Jonathan is currently getting warm with Nancy, so that doesn't seem appropriate. Wait! He can talk to Eddie!

"Is it fucked up to talk about sex stuff with Robin?" He asks Eddie the next time they're alone.

"What?" He responds.

"Like, she feels like a bro, but she's not actually a bro, cause she's a girl. Normally I'd talk about hookups with a bro but she probably doesn't want to hear about that kinda stuff."

"I guess," Eddie agrees.

"I almost said some pretty gross shit to her the other day but I stopped myself, thank god."

"How gross?"

"Just that I like how warm girls are, but, you know, on the inside. Which would be totally fine to say to another dude but she probably doesnt want to hear that from me. And then I started freaking out because it's probably just gross in general to talk about girls like that? Do you and the band talk about shit like that or was it just my asshole friends from school and I'm only just now realizing how fucked up it is?"

"Me? No, I've never talked about girls like that."

"Ah fuck, I knew it."

"But I'm pretty sure they're all virgins, so..."

"Oh. Do you ever talk about girls with anyone?"

"......no."

"I guess that means I'm an asshole."

"You're not an asshole, Steve. Talking about girls seems like a normal thing to talk about with your friends. Maybe not Robin, she might beat your ass."

"We could talk about that kinda stuff though, right?"

"Uh...."

"Never mind. It's stupid."

"No, it's just- I mean. You could tell me whatever. I'm cool."

"Oh, okay."

They stare at their feet.

"Is this weird? It feels weird."

"I'm gay, Steve."

Steve blinks. "Oh! Okay, that's cool." His eyes light up. "Wait! You'd know, are guys as warm inside as I thought?"

Eddie has a small stroke. He has to let his face say the words his mouth can't.

"Shit, it's still weird huh? Damn."

"No. Uh. It's just...why were you thinking about that?"

"Robin said girls don't have a monopoly on being warm and I just thought yeah she's right, so it makes sense that guys are just as warm as girls. It probably feels the same I mean. You don't have to tell me, you know, if it's weird to ask."

"Not weird to ask. It's just...I have no idea."

"Oohhh," Steve says. "You're a virgin too?"

"No."

Steve frowns in confusion.

Eddie wants to bury himself under a slab of concrete but makes himself explain. "You see, when guys fuck, one of thems gotta be the...warm one...as it were."

The line between his eyes doesn't lessen.

"I'm a bottom."

Still, somehow, he doesn't get it.

"Oh my god Steve, I'm the girl!"

His mouth makes a little 'O'.

"Yeah. That's not exactly how I like to describe it but you looked like you weren't visualizing. So."

Steve is having some truly deep thoughts. He's never thought about being the girl before. Like, obviously girls like being the girl. He hopes so anyway. But he's wondering what's the draw of being the girl if you're a guy.

"And you like it?" He blurts out.

Eddie, who's been a deep shade of pink already, turns violently red.

"Yup."

"Huh. Guess it makes sense. Never thought about it before though."

"Well, yeah, why would you?"

"Hey, I'm pretty open minded!"

"Sure. But straight guys don't tend to think about taking it up the ass. You know, as a rule." (A/N Eddie doesn't know wtf he's talking about)

Steve takes this in and realizes a few things, faster than he's ever realized anything before. He's thinking about it. And he's curious. And he wants to ask Eddie what it feels like and why he likes it. And he wants to ask if it hurts and if the pain is part of why he likes it. Because he thinks he might like that.

Fuck.

Okay. He can be normal about this. Eddie said Steve could talk to him about sex. It's normal and fine.

"We should fuck."

[yourfatherlucifer]

Bounce, Bounce (JWY)

san's manager!wooyoung x male!reader

summary: deciding to finally check out the underground boxing ring, you find that one man cannot keep his eyes off of you.

warnings: MDNI, sub!wooyoung, top/switch!reader, mxm, mentions of male breeding (its not possible), creampie, whining, crying, slightly bratty woo, getting caught by san, locker room sex, short fic (sorry), big cock reader.

genre: smut

AU: Bouncy

WC: 994

Rated: R

tags: @mjyungi @k-hotchoisan @choism @piratequeen-queenofgames @shycreationdreamland @aygotnobitches @hecateslittlewitchling @sanspuppet @yunho-mp3

nets: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet @pirateeznet @k-labels @wonderlandnet

I finally got around to it omg, I hope people like this. Short but sweet. PLEASE REBLOG

"I'm telling you, M/N, it's gonna be fun." Your friend had slapped your back in enthusiasm.

"It's illegal, is it what it is." You muttered.

"There's gonna be hot guys? Well, at least sometimes there is. Look, I know, it isn't ideal, not with those damn drones everywhere. Its life now. Dystopian world or not, we gotta make our life interesting somehow." Your friend has crossed her arms.

You cringed at her, making a face of disgust, "Since when did you get all philosophical? It's gross. Just stop."

As you walked away from her, she threw her head back in a silent laugh, not wanting anyone to hear her joy.

When she gathered her bearings and ran back up to your side, "When is the last time you got your dick wet? You've been so grumpy. Do I need to help you find a nice girl?"

"Oh my god, F/N, I'm gay! How many times do I have to remind you. I am not into girls."

"Right, forgot. Sorry. Anyway, back to my question-"

"Why is it any of your concern?"

"Because, I miss seeing you happy, dude."

You shoved her arms off your waist in a playful manner, "Alright, alright, I'll go, stop hugging me."

"Ain't my fault you have such a nice waist, Y/N." She giggled.

F/N grabbed your hand, "Come on, lets just go there already, I don't wanna miss the fight, I hear Choi San is fighting today!" her heart eyes didn't go unnoticed, "And he's the hottest fighter!"

"We have two different tastes, I doubt it."

-

The crowd soon began to fill up, men and women alike surrounded both you and your friend to watch the fight. F/N was right, the fighter Choi San was definitely hot, but you didn't have eyes on him. You weren't interested. With his looks you were sure he's a ladies man, which meant he wouldn't want you. You have a dick after all.

The fight was boring, seeing two grown men punch each other was no fun at all to you. You rolled your eyes, ready to leave until you noticed a man staring at you, his doe-like eyes trained on you. He was beautiful.

That’s it. You changed your mind, you’re staying. F/N paid no mind to you, she was too engrossed in the fight. She didn’t even notice when you left her side to go stand by the beautiful stranger.

“Hi.” You tapped his shoulder, “I’m Y/N.”

He stared you up and down, his eyes staring at the bulge in your pants, he was wondering if you were big. Maybe you could get in his tight hole. He wanted you inside of him bad.

He turned around to face you, a smile on his face, “Wooyoung. I’m Wooyoung.”

Even his name was cute.

That’s when he grinned, “Say..wanna come with me to the back?”

You nod and take his hand. He leads you to a room of lockers and showers, as you guessed, it’s the locker room.

Wooyoung shut the door and pushed you against some lockers, his lips attacking your neck. You bared your neck to him, hands gripping his waist, his slim and tiny waist.

“Wooyoung.” you growled, picking him up and wrapping his legs around your own waist, spinning the both of you around and pushing his back into the lockers this time. Your cock ground into his through your loose pants.

Wooyoung let out whiny moans, his arms scrambling to your back, pulling at your shirt. He could feel exactly just how big you were. You’re so much bigger than him, he couldn’t wait to feel your cock against his walls.

“Please~” he cried out, hips bucking into yours.

You grinned, removing one of your hands from him to pull your cock out of your pants and yanking off his trousers. You pushed him back against the lockers once more and slammed your cock into his tight and puckered hole.

His eyes blown out as he threw his head back in pure pleasure.

When he recovered, he stared you in the eyes with a smirk, “Come on, Y/N, fuck me like you mean it.”

You growled, “I’m gonna fuck the brat out of you.” You pulled your large cock out of him just to push it back in roughly.

The lockers rocked back and forth from your rough rhythm while Wooyoung’s moans filled the room. When you felt it wasn’t safe to keep fucking against the lockers, you moved the two of you two a bench, without pulling out of him.

The second his back touched the cold metal bench, he cried out, “Please, harder!”

Your lips attached to his perked nipple and thrusted your cock into his hole in a circle motion, slipping your hand between the two of you to pump his own neglected cock.

His tears flooded down his face as you twisted your hand around his weeping dick. You kissed away the tears then planted your lips to his neck, latching onto the skin, leaving marks for people to find. To show how dirty of a man he is.

When his lips found yours, the two of you made out in a feverish haze, “I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, fucking hell wish I could breed you.” You whispered into his ear.

Wooyoung cried out once again, “please! I’m gonna cum!”

You snapped your hips against his, “Yeah, me too, pretty boy. Come on, take it all. Take all of my seed like the good boy you are.”

His arms flew to your neck, as his cum spurt over the both of you, making a mess. While your cum filled his walls like a wave of the ocean.

You laid on top of him, placing a kiss to the top of his head, “You should call me, we need to do this again.”

He giggled, “Total-“

“Damn, Woo, didn’t know you liked to take it up the ass..”

“San!”

[hatsue-exe]

Hi, may I request for a law and kidd (separate) on how they'd react to their s/o (fem) that she's bi and admits to having a girlfriend in the past? If so, do they accept her or...? Sorry if a bit... Detailed.

Kid and Law reacting to their partners being bi

cw: she/her!reader; bisexual reader; mentions of sexy times, but nothing explicit.

wc: 1.1k

Law:

Law always knew. He's seen you… interact with women and men before you two got together, and never had a problem with it.

However, he does feel a little hurt that you have more romantic experience than him, and it might be read the wrong way.

"How… How do you feel about our future? Together, I mean." He asked a bit awkwardly one night, lips against your forehead as you lay in each other's arms.

"I don't know. I would like to be with you for as long as we can."

"As long as we can?"

You closed your eyes. "We're pirates, Traf. If one day it's not safe or smart for us to be together, then I wouldn't want to stand in your way." Law sat up in the bed, looking at you with concern in his golden eyes. Where was all of this coming from? "I had a girlfriend a long time ago." You explained. "She wanted to join a crew and I thought I'd go with her, but she didn't want me there. Thought I'd slow her down, hold her back. She wasn't wrong, I mean, I know I get so worried when we're fighting. If you ever felt the same, I wouldn't blame you, ya'know?"

Law's face was contorted with something you didn't quite understand. It worried you for a bit. Was he distraught by the revelation you weren't straight? Was he angry you didn't tell him before?

"You had a girlfriend." He states, and the way the word seems heavy on his tongue puts you at unease.

"Yes. Does that bother you?"

"I thought I was your first partner too." His eyes avoid yours, embarrassed. You knew Law wasn't the most emotionally open person, but the realisation that you're his first ever relationship is still a bit shocking. "But I'm not upset. I'd never be upset over something like this. I'm just…"

"Just a bit conflicted?"

"Something of the sort." He pondered a bit more, lips a thin line. "To be clear, you'd never hold me back. If anything, knowing you worry makes me want to be stronger, so you don't have to. So I can protect you. And if we ever cross this ex of yours, I'll make sure to rip her heart out for hurting you."

You giggled, knowing that if your boyfriend's crude sense of humour was back, you were good.

"Don't be jealous now."

"'Got no reason to be." He whispered, nuzzling his face in your neck, kissing the little marks he left there a while ago. "She lost. They all lost. You're mine now."

"Yours. For as long as you have me."

"Forever then."

Kid:

Kid threw hands because someone called him a "lil' fag" at a bar once, but you never fully understood if it was because they implied he's gay or if it was just the disrespect — or if it was just Kid being Kid, he will throw hands anytime for any reason.

It still made you kind of sceptical of coming out to him.

Until you bumped into your ex.

Kid had dragged you out of the ship to look for metal scraps in a shady market, and you were waiting a bit behind him when you heard a voice calling your name. A few feet to your left stood your ex girlfriend, waving happily. You had parted ways amicably, the relationship just wasn't working and you both wanted very different things, besides, you had grown to be much more like friends, rather than romantic partners. You walked up to her and she immediately hugged you tight. 

"Oh gosh! I missed you so much! It's been so long!"

You laughed at her excitement, hugging her back. "Hey. Missed you too. How have you been, why are you so away from the island?"

"Oh, I got married! She's in the marine, so we're switching places constantly."

"Wow, congrats! So… the Marine is here now?" You tensed up and she noticed, so she took your hands in hers, a soothing habit from when you were together.

"No, don't worry. I know you're with a pirate crew now. 'Ve seen your wanted poster and all. We're with a small ship to make urgent repairs. Sea kings." She shrugged. "We're actually heading to Sabaody."

"That's great! I was there a while ago. Go to Shakky's bar, she's amazing. Best bourbon in the area."

"You still remember it, hun? Cute."

She lifted her hand to pinch your cheek when you felt a presence behind your back, her wrist being grabbed by a metal hand, a flesh one curling around your waist to pull you away from her.

"Hands off."

"Sorry." Your ex smiled. "Didn't know you were with someone too."

"She doesn't have to tell you shit, now get off her personal space."

"Relax, Eustass. We were just talking, she's… an old friend of mine."

Kid looked at you weirdly, sensing your hesitation, but he let go of her wrist and stepped back. "We gotta head back before they notice all the shit I stole, come on."

"I'm sorry." You whisper.

"It's okay, babes." She gave you a quick hug. "Good luck out there."

You follow Kid's steps quietly while he takes a turn to an empty road so no one will see the huge bag of pillage on his shoulder.

"I'm not stupid, ya' know? That was no friend." He turns to look at you. "I fucked people before. I know you fucked other people before as well. You could've just said."

"It's different, Kid."

"How?"

"She's not 'people', she's another woman."

"And?! If anything, that's hot." You rolled your eyes at him. Of course, that'd be his reaction. "But I don't care, honestly. I know I come off all macho sometimes, but I thought you'd know me better to trust me with it. Not that you have to tell me shit about your sexuality, like…" 

He mumbled away before you interrupted him: "I get it, Kid. I'm sorry for doubting you."

"I'm sorry for being an ass. She seemed decent." You just side hugged him as you walked back to the ship. "And if ya ever miss girls, I won't mind partaking in something different for once."

"Sure, Eustass. We just gotta do it with another guy first, what do you think?"

"Like Killer?"

Well, that made you stop in your tracks. "That was a fast answer."

He blushed a bit, but before you could ask more the noise of men running in your direction made you both have to race.But oh, you were going back to that one later, definitely.

a/n: kid is also bi, there's no straight punk people. i hope you liked this and sorry for the long wait <3

[miss-madness67]

Cool Cosplay (Dean W.)

Prompt: You go to a Supernatural convention and -unknowingly- meet Dean.

The Supernatural convention is finally here. You’ve been waiting for months for the gathering, supposedly, Carver Edlund, the writer, was going to make an appearance late in the afternoon. The Supernatural books belong to a small niche because not everyone likes them. So when you started reading, you had trouble finding people involved in the fandom as much as you. Meeting new fans became a slow process of writing on the internet forum. That’s how you met one of your best friends, Celeste Middleton.

She seemed very into the books, just like you, although her fanaticism was different because she didn't partake in the discussion of the characters or the narrative, she was mostly interested in learning about the monsters and the ways to kill them. You, on the other hand, couldn't shut up about your love for Castiel, and how much of an underrated character he was. But because you were also interested in the monsters, you became quick friends and met up a couple of times. It was she that told you about the supernatural convention. You also agreed to go together and dress up as your favorite characters. You, obviously put on a trench coat, and she decided to be Charlie, the redheaded tech friend of the hunter brothers.

“Even if you’re a redhead, I still don’t think you quite fit as Charlie.” You tell her while walking through the stands.

One of the sellers has a collection of Castiel stickers that you stop to watch. The best thing about this type of convention is that everyone in the fandom can bring their own things to share and sell. If the fandom were bigger, that probably wouldn't be allowed.

“Really?” Celeste asks with incredulity. “I’m a hacker; she’s a hacker, I’m gay; she’s gay, I’m a badass; she’s a badass. What’s more to compare?”

“Celeste, there’s more to Charlie than being gay, you know?”

She chuckles, “oh, believe me, I know.” She murmurs.

You’re about to answer something when one of the nearby stands calls your attention. It’s one of the writers whose fanfic you’ve been reading. “C’mon, let’s go over here.” She follows without hesitation.

While you decide to buy one of the copies of your favorite fanfiction, your friend’s checking something on her phone. “So, you remember the friends I told you about?”

You think briefly, “the ones that were curious about the convention and wanted to come?”

“The same ones!” She announces, “they just got here, wait for me while I go get them?”

You're way too interested in your new acquisition, to really pay attention to her words. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

Celeste told you about some friends that she had that weren't supernatural fans, but wanted to get to know the fandom and the surrounding fame. You're not sure whether there's anything interesting to learn considering they haven’t read the books, but you’ll be the best tour guide you can be. Your friend comes back shortly after, followed by two tall guys that are dressed up in a way that reminds you, probably too much, of certain characters in the books.

“I thought you said they weren’t fans?” You ask Celeste.

The one dressed up as Dean chuckles, “oh, we’re not, sweetheart, believe me.”

You look at him with incredulity, “well, then, why are you dressed up as Dean, and your friend here as Sam?”

The Sam cosplayer shifts uncomfortably under your scrutiny. The Dean cosplayer, though, is quick to answer, “because we are Sam and Dean.”

The encounter is proving to be way too funny. You look back at Celeste, “and they role-play too?” In spite of being dressed as Castiel, you’ve never been too much of a role player, so it amuses you that some non-fans are very into the characters. Even fake Dean’s voice is how you imagined real Dean’s voice would be like.

Sam throws an annoyed glance at Dean . “What my ah- friend here is trying to say is that our names are actually Sam and Dean, and Cha- Celeste convinced us to come as the characters in the books.” There’s something in his words that doesn’t quite persuade you.

“I see,” you murmur, “you did a great job!” Your wary demeanor instantly shifts to a friendly one. “You really do look like Sam and Dean.”

Celeste chooses that moment to finally speak, “and I don’t look like Charlie?!” There’s incredulity and exasperation in her tone.

Because you already had this discussion multiple times in the day, you decide to ignore her. Looking at Dean, you add, “though you need the Samulet, did you forget to put it on?” You pull something out of your trench coat pocket, “here, I’ll give you mine.” Technically, your costume didn’t need the jewelry, but you decided to keep it for some reason.

You extend your arm and give it to Dean, who takes it reluctantly. “Oh, thanks? But I’m good.” He tries to give it back.

“No, I insist. If you’re going to do cosplay, you’re going to do it good.” At your insistence, he takes it.

Celeste smiles mischievously. “Yes, my friend right here is a very good fan of Supernatural.” She looks up and down your outfit, “guess who her favorite character is.”

You don’t even let the boys speak, “obviously Castiel.” As if there’s any contest with the rest of the characters. “After all, he’s an Angel of the Lord .” Your imitation is too bad that Sam and Charlie can’t avoid laughing.

Dean chuckles, “so, you’re not a Dean girl?” You’re not sure, but there’s something in his voice akin to disappointment.

“Dean is ok, but there’s no one like Castiel.” You clear your throat, trying to contain the excitement when speaking of your favorite character. “I mean, he’s sweet, powerful, understanding…”

“Cas? Really?” Now he’s almost indignant, “and Dean is definitely more than ok.”

Now, normally, you’re a pacifist, but you’re not going to let this rando talk bad about your fictional love. “How would you know? Considering that you’ve never read the books before.”

There’s a hint of condescension in his voice, “oh, honey, I know, I-.”

But before he can say anything else, Sam interrupts. “So! Why don’t you girls show us around?”

Dean seems to be completely annoyed by being interrupted, but he doesn’t complain when his friend Sam tugs him forward. At this point, a lot more people have arrived at the convention. The fans of Supernatural are not enough to be a crowd, but not as small as to allow you to recognize everyone. Your group is not the only one dressed up as the characters. You mostly see Deans and Sams lingering around, but there are also some Bobbys, Johns, Castiels, and even famous monsters like the walling woman. Sam and Dean (the ones in your group) take everything in with open eyes, and, sometimes, uncomfortable gazes. You and Celeste show them to the different stands, there are merchandise, game tables, fanfiction tables, fanart artists, and discussion tables. There’s anything and everything to make the Supernatural experience enjoyable. You can even see a fake tattoo artist draw a devil’s trap, in, well, a fake Meg.

“Oh, and the author, Carver Edlund, is supposed to be giving a conference and signing,” you finish your tour.

This last bit is what interests the boys the most, “really? Do you know when?” 

“Uh, I don’t know. I suppose in a few hours,” you answer Sam’s question.

If he is disappointed by your lack of knowledge, you don't notice because you're too busy now looking at a stand full of drawing of different supernatural characters. It doesn't take you long to buy what you want, though, by the time you turn around, you see that all of your companions are chatting in whispers a few steps away. They seem to be in a heated discussion, so you don't dare to go near them. Whatever they're talking about must be private. Nevertheless, on some occasions, you catch them looking your way and then continue speaking. Are they talking about you? Out of the blue, Dean and Sam start a game of rock, paper, and scissors. Dean wins and cheers in place as if it’s something that doesn’t happen often. Before you can even try to make up your mind to approach them, Celeste and Sam walk away, while Dean returns to you.

“What happened? Where are Celeste and Sam going?”

Dean answers without hesitation, “they're taking care of something, don't worry. Why don’t you keep showing me around? They'll be back in a bit.”

Despite the fact that you are still worried about the sudden turn of events, you decide to listen to him and venture to some of the stands with Dean's company. He seems to be very on high alert because he keeps looking everywhere like something is about to jump from the crowd. He also looks at the “monsters” with a particularly nasty frown on his face that earns him some compliments for being very ‘Dean’. The demeanor, though, appears too real to be fake. You try and encourage him to buy a few things while he waits you wait for your friends to return, but he really is not interested. You even suggest playing a game, but he refuses. The only thing he seems to be remotely curious about is a particular stand on Supernatural creatures the brothers have defeated. You try to be a good guide by letting him in on your knowledge about the supernatural.

“And you learned all of this from the books?” He is really surprised by all the things that you've told him, even to the point of slightly forgetting about keeping his guard up.

“Some, other things I’ve researched on my own or Celeste told me.” Your hand caresses one of the books’ covers with a vampire. “I know it’s not real, but it’s fascinating to know.”

Then you dive into a full-on explanation about the different, fictional, possible ways one can get rid of certain monsters that you come up with. Things that supernatural books and your research don’t quite show that you think could work as an alternative to certain methods. You jokingly tell him that sometimes your mind wanders into the possibility of the supernatural being real, and you cannot help to think about it. Dean seems deeply impressed, and then something else.

“You know? You’d make one hell of a hunter,” he nods approvingly.

“IF hunters were real,” you respond instantly.

He chuckles, “sure, sure, if they were.”

You continue through the convention for half an hour, this time he seems to be more taken by you than before, because, despite that he’s still on guard, he makes conversation about yourself and your interest in The Supernatural books. He even tries to convince you that the best character is not Cas, but Dean. You believe that he is biased, considering that his name is the same one as the one from the character. Sometimes you notice the way his eyes look at your figure, and you cannot find it in yourself to feel angry. More like there's a small part of you that cannot help to gloat at the feeling of a handsome man finding you attractive. Though, you believe it must have to do also with the fact that, for some reason, besides his name, your mind cannot seem to stop pairing him up with Dean from the books. You’ve never been a Dean girl, but you’re starting to think you could maybe make an exception. He has something that draws you in. Whatever it is, you’re a goner because, by the time Celeste and Sam come back, they find you entangled in each other’s arms, kissing near the restroom’s door.

A/N: For plot’s sake, let’s imagine Charlie is in the Supernatural books. Also, if reader is dressed up as Castiel, does this count as Destiel?

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ - ＰＵＲＥ ＨＥＤＯＮＩＳＭ - PART 2 🔞 - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚍 -

heat level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (It's Smut with a Plot) content warnings: simdick, choking, graphic depictions of gay sex, I'm literally warning you now!!

Forward: This scene is something that I wanted to write anyway for the main plott eventually, and the PG-13 parts will end up popping up again in the main storyline - but for Valentines smut sake I thought it would be fun to jump ahead and take way farther than reasonably necessary. Godspeed. Don't say I didn't warn you.

PART ONE: ( The One with the Plott, Rating PG ) PART TWO: ( The One with the Smut, Rating R )

~ continued from part 1 ~

Leanne nodded a goodnight to her boys and left the room as wordlessly as she entered it. They might have taken the time to actually notice her departure if their eyes weren't fiercely locked on one another, both mentally preparing for the battle to come.

"Valerian, you're overreacting again." "Kindly explain how." "You're sure you want to do this right now?" "I'm not afraid of you darling."

Ask any couple about the secret to a long happy relationship and they'll likely explain the importance of communication and compromise. Sure, the two had their fair share of arguments and disagreements over the years, especially when it came to raising their baby girl-

-but they communicated and compromised just as much as any successful normal domestic relationship.

The only caveat: their communication and compromise skills often presented themselves in more… explosive manner.

And it was at this point as Chad studied Val's practiced stony expression that an idea started to take shape.

Tonight, he wasn't going to compromise. Oh no, Tonight he was going to 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Chad rested his forehead against Val's temple, looking up at him like a fox playing with it's next meal.

"We don't have to make it into a big deal, just some friends and family on the beach." "I don't have friends."

"You'd get to dress up, Sexy lil suit, Sunny can be our flower girl... I'd only have a few demands."

"Demands?" Val studied him, attempting to predict his partner's next move. It was like a mental game of chess, but if all the pieces spelled out 'this man is going to eat you.'

“I want a cake animation that doesn't work, flowers we forget to use-“ “Okay, fine.” “I want to try that mod that lets HANSEL walk down the aisle with a bouquet” “Maybe.” "And I want Poppy there." "No." "I want 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 to walk me down the aisle." "I said no."

Chad snaked his arms around Valerian's waist, pulling him to his hips, effectively closing any distance between them that might have led Val to believe he was getting out of this easily.

"I believe is what you actually meant to say is 'Yes Chad. Whatever you want my darling.'"

"You're delusional if you think I'm going to let that woman anywhere near my happiness. She would just poison it like she poisons everything good in her life." "You're just mad because she read you like a book. I do the same thing Val." "Yes, but I actually like you."

"Mmm, yes, I can tell." Chad slowly starting to grind his hips against Val's thigh, slipping two fingers into the waistband of his joggers and giving them a quick 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱.

Val's eyes darkened again as they fought, rain against fire- Chad smile grew as he observed his favorite little cracks starting to form on Val's evil mask of concentration.

Yes, the Agent decided, this was going to be quite fun for him indeed.

"You're being ridiculous-" "Then tell me to stop." Any lightness in Chad's tone had been completely lost, leaving only a deep predatory growl in its place.

Val raised a hand to protest, his partner snatching it from the air without breaking eye contact, holding him close. Chad continued on in his low growl, "But know this 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. If you concede, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗻."

"Those rules hardly seem fair."

Val's demeanor had retained it's cool quality so far, but the cracks in his facade were growing deeper and more fractured. Through the gaps between the pieces, Chad could see his beautifully soft overgrown edgelord, and feel the prize for all his coercing stiffen against his leg.

He slowly brought Val's captured wrist to his lips, keeping a dedicated eye on the man's face. Chad wanted to watch his favorite part of their little dance. Mouth met it's target as tongue tasted heartbeat- villainous mask falling to the ground, leaving Val vulnerable once more.

His heart, which Val professed died long ago, was beating deliciously faster than the man wanted to let on. Persona broken, Chad earned an involuntary shiver from his beautiful, overzealous, and positivity fucked supervillain.

"Oh my love, you know I never play fair."

( concluded on Pillowfort - explicit content ahead 🔞 )

[sowritten]

TO WONG FOO, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! JULIE NEWMAR

feel free to edit pronouns, etc. as needed

If we're going to be friends, there really is something I should tell you.

I can tell you one thing about them founding fathers of America; they sure had fabulous wigs.

Your approval is not needed.

I've waited my whole life to hear those words. And I'm very, very, very happy that you're the one to say them.

Nothin' this pretty could be real.

What in gay hell?

Looks like it's the age-old dilemma: style, or substance?

I think of you as an angel.

I think that's healthy!

Do you ever, like, not cry in this room?

Baby, you can have him.

I got a million dream lovers, alright?

I've got a broken heart for every light on Broadway. And when one of them goes out, I just screw in another one, okay, hello good-bye.

I'm the Latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!

I didn't ask to come on this trip, did I? No, I don't think so!

As soon as we get to the next town I am jumping on the first man and riding him all the way to New York City and away from you 'cause this trip sucks! It sucks!

How do I look?

I don't know who he is, but if there's a snowstorm tonight, he's going on my tires.

Since you have obviously learned nothing, I am hereby stripping you of all your princess points.

I don't need a dream. I have a plan.

That might be all fine and dandy but you still have a lot more to learn.

Does everything have to be a joke with you?

This is not a masquerade! This is real life!

Oh, my God, I'm like a compass near north.

You have the potential of a lifetime and you are squandering it.

I want you to turn your swayback little self around on those Robert Clergerie Knockoffs and get back in this car.

Larger than life is just the right size.

No one is so rich as to throw away a friend.

I'll bet you were the brightest in your class, weren't you?

I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in this car.

You gotta take chances, because you never know, you know what I mean?

I'm not gonna worry about if people accept me or not.

I'm gonna make Hollywood wherever I am at.

I want you to believe in yourself, imagine good things and moisturize, I cannot stress this enough.

There are times when you help people, and then there are times when if you help people, you end up being killed.

Go on and talk to him, you speak honky!

This America does not respond kindly to our sort of person.

No one say anything frivolous for the next few moments.

I am having a significant experience.

Try to describe her and not use the word "statuesque".

I've had enough of this conversation, I'm hungry.

Let's just relax. It's gonna be alright.

A car? Mary Alice Louise, no. This is a land yacht.

How you gonna hitchhike if there are no cars, stupid?

I'm not rich, my parents are.

It's like living in a Tex Avery cartoon.

Live life before it lives you.

If you want them to know there is steak for dinner, you got to let them hear it sizzle! Understand?

You ruin my language and I still love you.

I think I'm gonna black out.

Why is he on the ground?

I am not going upstairs with you.

If you were my girl, you'd never cry for anything, except maybe for happiness.

I think tomorrow is a "Say Something" hat day.

Lets throw you a pity party.

You're gonna be second class and you're gonna be second rate your whole life.

Don't quote me but I think this one is decease-ed.

Actin' real proud of yourself just like a New York City girl.

I tell you where I'm going, I ain't going nowhere.

If I was your bread, would you be my butter?

[the-eeveekins]

I know basically everyone is disappointed by the lack of a kiss, the wedding, or a direct "I love you" and how safe they played it. But god, they could've played Sulemio so much safer and it was absolutely one of my biggest fears for the ending.

They could have tried to walk back the relationship almost entirely by having them go "Oh, now that the Holder system is gone, we can truly be friends without that forced engagement over our heads!"

They could have done almost the exact same ending. But Eri isn't with Miorine, and doesn't call her sister-in-law. Miorine goes to pick Suletta up at the field, but there are no rings, they're not as physically close, Eri and Miorine talk, but not as in-laws and Miorine just says "Let's go" to Suletta at the end.

They could have played it so safe and so ambiguous, like so many anime before them have, that we could have had another Atra & Kudelia situation again. Despite the polyamorous nature of their relationship with Mika (or perhaps because of it) and because their marriage was only confirmed after the show ended, many people refuse to acknowledge that they're a couple: they only got married for political/tax purposes and because of their promise Mika, but not because they could possibly have feelings for each other.

So yes, they played it safe. But they still committed to having a sapphic relationship be the center of the show. We saw them fall in love and change each other, push each other to be better. We saw Miorine confess to Suletta, with Suletta accepting her confession (Ep 11). We saw Suletta properly propose to Miorine, say she wants to ask her to stay be her side forever, and have a wedding with matching rings and dresses (Ep 17). And finally we saw them reunite after the break-up, with quite possibly the most passionate hand-holding ever, agreeing to spend their future together and moving forward with mutual trust and faith in one another (Ep 22). Maybe the words weren't the big, common romantic ones people expect, but these were scenes showing their love and affection for each other.

And they still committed to doing enough so that you know in the epilogue: they're married and they're in love. The show says they got married, they have their matching rings, they love each other greatly and they live together as a family with Eri and Elnora. And it had nothing to do with the Holder system. It had nothing to do with Suletta being naive. It had nothing to do with it being a teen romantic fling. It's been 3 years, and despite the hardships, they've only grown closer and more in love in that time.

Yeah, sure, I guess they left room for people to deny it? But I guarantee you 95% of those same people denying Sulemio today would still find a way to deny their relationship even with a kiss or a wedding. They'll always find a way to explain it away and deny gay relationships. And if you want to deny their relationship just because they didn't kiss or didn't say "I love you" on screen: romance is way more than a single act or set of words, and there are so many different ways to show two characters love each other than those two things.

So yes, Bandai played it safe. But the staff still committed to making it's first female MC a gay woman, still committed to make her romance a core part of the story, and still committed to making them a canon couple that was officially married at the end of the show. Even dedicated yuri anime never gets enough time to go that far.

[ellsjoint]

Demosthenes Part 1 - Ellie Williams x Reader

Synopsis: Two British university students decide to go to their online friends’ university – what could go wrong? A lot, considering the reader has absolutely no social skills.

A/N: Hi! This is my first TLOU fanfic, and I haven't written fanfiction in years so I hope this is good. This part's pretty much just setting the scene, there's no interaction with Ellie and the reader YET (and it's short as)... But I hope you enjoy this for now! P.S I won't be writing any smut in this just because I don't want to, and at parts this is pretty much just going to be a comedy and me imagining me and my best friend being awkward in this situation.

Future Content: college!ellie, loser!ellie maybe, slow burn, angst (because I'm funny like that), fluff, not really sure yet but we'll see!

Your POV:

This conversation had repeated itself time and time again for the last month.

‘At this point, why not?’ your best friend laughed lightly, ‘this place is a shithole. We should put ourselves out there!’.

‘Do you really think going to uni with these people you’ve never even met is a good idea?’ you stared at them, shaking your head. ‘My family’s here, my dance team’s here, all the small gigs I do are here. Everything is here - I can’t just drop that.’ To you, the idea was laughable. How could you just move across the globe to what, play house with your best friends’ online friends that you’d spoken to maybe once? It seemed silly, and you knew you’d struggle to interact with new people – not because of any form of anxiety you had, but because you sucked at socialising to the extent that you just stopped at one point. Some people didn’t even know you could speak, whereas those you were closer with (like your close friends and dance team) were well aware of your predicament.

‘That’s why you should go! Bro, you hardly speak to anyone here. In a new environment, you could just… I don’t know, maybe try and develop some social skills? Plus, they’ll be starting their first year too.’ your friend shrugged. ‘Please! It’ll be so much fun! Oh, and you can visit your family, and your family can visit you! And there’s probably another dance team at this uni!’ They continued to ramble, trying to persuade you that dropping everything would be worth it. You weren’t exactly convinced, even if you did think her friends seemed okay from the little you had seen of them from your friend’s phone screen.

Continuing to mull the idea over in your head, your friend continued to rant about the situation. ‘You’ve talked to them once! Give them a chance. They think you’re suuuper cool, which is why you should come! You’d be iconic at their uni. And the girls would be all over you! Maybe Ellie would. Did you know Ellie’s gay?’ You’d seen what, 2 memes that this Ellie person had sent your friend on their phone? You knew literally nothing about her other than a portion of her humour.

‘Good for Ellie…?’ you sighed. You knew they weren't going to stop.

‘Come on, you need to give the world a chance. This would be so good for you to just get yourself out there!’ your friend pleaded.  Of course, they tried to focus on its benefits for you (repeating theirself in the process) instead of the large benefit it would have for them – a meeting with their online friends. ‘Please, I don’t want to go by myself. I can’t leave my best friend, and think about it, all my friends getting on? That would be so cool.’

Once again, you let out another sigh, before nodding. ‘Fine, I’ll try it. But if I don’t like it, I’m going home.’

Your friend let out an excited squeal, and you stared at her, a deadpan look on your face. What were you signing yourself up to? Nobody knew, and only time could tell.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Conformity is Anywhere

TW: SA (I didn't let that fucker get too far as the bartender took out the trash), biphobia, bisexual angst

A/N: The bar is completely fictional. It just sounds so cool to me. Also, there's a happy ending!

Summary: Eddie struggles with the fact that conformity can belong to any group. Does he belong anywhere?

Eddie Munson was a virgin. That was a fact that was never going to change. He knew it. He had been to Indie a couple of times to meet both men and women. His luck was always rotten. It would start off great with guys, at first, until he told them he was bisexual. He would get a few of people saying things that actually hurt a lot.

"Oh, honey, that's not a thing."

"You're just confused."

"You're clearly trying to experiment. I've been in that situation. I do not want to do that again."

"You're clearly gay."

The last part confused him, more than hurt him because the guy had given him a once over. He dressed gay? How in the fuck is a bisexual supposed to dress? Maybe it was the hanky in his back pocket. He hadn't even known about the hanky code, and he did it because James Hetfield wore a hanky. Also, why the fuck can't bisexuals use the hanky code? Eddie had decided not to go back for a while because it really sucked that even the community you're supposed to feel safe with doesn't even like who you are. He had long since pushed the bar to the back of his mind, especially after everything during spring break.

He was a free man, no longer wanted for murder. Though the townsfolk wouldn't do anything to get arrested for, that didn't stop them from giving him glares, wishing he was dead or shielding their children from him. It was also difficult to buy anything in town as they did have the right to refuse service, so Eddie depended on his friends buying him things. He hated it. He never felt more like a mooch.

He didn't think about the bar at all until Robin and Steve came out to him. He had been happier to hear that he wasn't alone in being queer especially knowing that he and Steve were the same. Part of it was also because he had a crush on the guy, but it wasn't the main reason. He had yet to meet another bisexual. It was thrilling, and he didn't want to lose that. He was sure he was never going to tell Steve about his crush. Just because they're both bisexual and Eddie likes him doesn't mean that Steve should or would like him back.

"I know of someone who wants to go to a gay bar," Robin had said to Eddie and Steve, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve. "They heard there's a good one in Indie that used to be a bookstore."

"It's still technically also a bookstore. They still sell books. How'd they hear about it?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve as he had assumed that's who she was talking about.

"From their cousin's friend's older brother's roommate," Robin said. "Did I get that right? Yes, yes, I did."

"Have you been there, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"A few times," Eddie shrugged, looking into his drink. "Struck out every time."

"Well, I mean, it wouldn't be just to hook up. It would be nice to know that there were more people like us," Steve said with a shrug.

"Don't get your hopes up there, Stevie," Eddie scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I mean, there are gays and lesbians, of course, but I only went there a few times, and I hadn't met another until I started getting to know you, Steve. I mean, there could have been some there, but I didn't talk to everyone, and I didn't stay long enough to find out," Eddie said. "I did what do best, I ran away from a difficult situation."

"You make it sound like they're not very inclusive of bisexuals," Robin said with a raised eyebrow.

"The ones I met weren't, but maybe we just need to meet the right people, so let's give it another try, shall we?" Eddie asked, with a smile on his face.

"That's the spirit. After all, there are assholes in every group, right?" Robin said. "We just have to dig to get to the gooey center."

"Ew, Robin."

The next weekend came quickly. Eddie pulled up to Steve’s house, where everyone would be meeting, to find a redhead waiting with them. Eddie jumped out to greet them.

"Who's this then?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Eddie, this is Vickie Fisher. . .she's my girlfriend," Robin said with a smile.

"So, you're definitely not going there to hook up," Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, definitely not," Vickie said. "Um, Robin said that it's okay that it's okay if I tell you that I'm bisexual."

Eddie hollered and clapped his hands.

"May I hug you and spin you around? I'm sorry, I don't get to meet many bisexuals," Eddie said.

"Okay," Vickie said, laughing.

Eddie grinned as he hugged her, picked her up, and spun her around. Vickie giggled. He set her gently on the ground.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm too weird now," Eddie said.

"Please, I like weird," Vickie said, scoffing and burying her nose into Robin's neck. "Obviously."

Eddie cooed at them while Robin rolled her eyes, smiling.

"Well, at least, I'm not obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Robin said affectionately while Eddie gasped.

"You too, Gingersnap?" Eddie asked, clutching his chest and Vickie giggled.

"That's what my dad calls me, and yes, I'm totally obsessed with Scooby-Doo," Vickie said.

"Man, it must be a bisexual thing because Steve’s obsessed with it too," Robin said. "He thinks that Fred and Shaggy are bisexual. Also, they've secretly hooked up."

"It's not obsession. I just think that it's a very real possibility," Steve said.

"Yes!" Eddie said, shaking Steve’s shoulders. "Shaggy has definitely gotten high with Fred and taken him in the back of the Mystery Machine."

Eddie was rubbing Steve’s shoulders while Steve’s cheeks reddened. Eddie clapped his hands together, rubbing them, while Vickie and Robin shared a look, giggling.

"What?"

"You know, it's a children cartoon," Robin said. "It's for children."

"Don't worry, guys, I'll turn her to the dark side," Vickie said. "I can definitely convince her that Velma's a lesbian."

"Hey, what's in that container?" Eddie asked, finally noticing what was in Vickie's hand.

"Oh, I made gingersnaps for the ride up there," she replied with a giggle, and Eddie laughed.

Eddie had forgotten how cozy it was inside the bar, how comfortable it felt. There was still room to dance on the lower floor, and on the upper floor were shelves lined with books. Sofas also lined the upper floors. On the lower floor, there was a bar in the very back, and Eddie grinned when he saw his favorite bartender. He had been the one who had been witness to his many failures. Though Eddie hadn't been back in a few months, he made sure to call Teddy every once in a while. Yes, his name was Teddy. He would jokingly call him his twin due to the fact that Teddy was quite a bit taller than him with the prettiest blue eyes of anyone he had ever seen. He laughed when Teddy jumped over the bar to wrap Eddie in a hug. There was a mirror behind the bar, and Eddie could have sworn that he saw Steve scowling at Teddy, his arms crossed. Eddie shook his head and pulled away from Teddy, laughing.

After Eddie caught up with Teddy, he turned around to find that everyone had split up. Robin and Vickie had gone upstairs to browse the bookshelves. Meanwhile, Steve was flirting with a guy near the dance floor. Eddie cursed his own stupidity. Of course, Steve was going to find someone here. Eddie sighed and ordered himself a drink, plopping down at the bar.

"A pretty boy like yourself shouldn't look so sad. It should be illegal," a voice from beside him said.

Eddie looked over and saw a blond guy leaning against the bar next to him. He was pretty with golden hazel eyes, and freckles spread across the bridge of his nose. He had a square jaw like Steve’s but his smile reminded him of Chrissy. His hair was longer than Steve’s, just barely, though. There was something in his eye, though, that made him weary.

"Me? Pretty boy?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you. My name's Roger," the handsome man said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Are you blind?" Eddie asked.

"No."

"Then you can clearly see that I have a drink," Eddie said and sighed. "But you're welcome to sit down and chat if that's what you're looking for."

"A chance to chat with a handsome man," Roger purred. "What else would I be looking for?"

"What's your angle here, Roger? If that is, in fact, your real name," he replied.

"I know who you are," Roger whispered eagerly.

"Okay. Here we go," he said, rubbing his face and taking a swig of his beer.

"No, you didn't deserve to be hunted down like that, Eddie," Roger said. "You were the obvious choice. Everyone else was too stupid to think about anything else."

"You really believe that," Eddie stated.

"Of course," Roger said with a grin.

There was something that didn't quite meet Roger's eyes when he smiled, but maybe it was the beer talking or the fact that Eddie was frustrated that the one he wanted to be sitting here beside him wasn't here. Maybe Eddie was just trying to look for the bad in people like the way people looked for in him. He relaxed and started to converse with Roger. A couple more beers in, and Eddie couldn't help but talk about Chrissy. How pretty she looked when she smiled and how he wished he could have seen her live to be happy even if it wasn't with him. Even if it wasn't with him, he would have given anything for her to be happy. He talked with Roger about how special she was.

"Maybe she was the exception," Roger said.

"What?" Eddie asked, startled.

"I said maybe she was the exception to your rule, Eddie," Roger said coyly. "Maybe I could fuck it out of you. The confusion. Is that what you did first? Did you fuck them first? I want to be next, Eddie. Take me next, Eddie. Please, Eddie."

The realization nearly sobered him up. Roger didn't think he was innocent. He wanted to be Eddie's next victim. Roger pressed his hand against the inside of Eddie's thigh. He jumped back, spilling his beer. He could feel the bile rising to his throat. Eddie jumped off the stool, knocked it to the ground, and ran from Roger. He brushed past Steve, Vickie, and Robin as he ran out the front door. He ran into the alley and began puking his guts out. Suddenly, he felt a hand pressed to his back, and he reacted. He turned around, grabbed the person, and slammed them against the wall.

"Well, this is familiar," Steve said sarcastically and then softened his voice. "Eddie, are you okay?"

Eddie started sobbing and collapsed against Steve, crying into his neck. They ended up both collapsing to the ground with Eddie straddling Steve’s knees. Steve wrapped his arms around him and held onto him tightly. Once Eddie's sobs subsided a little bit, Steve pulled back, cupping Eddie's face. He leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"What happened?"

Eddie whimpered and told him about Roger.

"I don't want to disappear, Steve. I don't want who I am to disappear. I know who I am. I'm not a monster, Steve. I'm not a freak. Just because they can't understand. . .I know who am I, Steve. I know, Steve, and they can't. . .I won't let them take that away from me. Hawkins tried to make me disappear, tried to swallow me up, and tried to make me conform to their ideals of what a good man should be, but I'm a good man, aren't I? I know I've made mistakes, but I don't think I've ever intentionally tried to hurt someone. I would never do to Chrissy. . .what that bastard did to her. I know what I am, Steve, and I know what I want. Why does that make me a bad person? I won't let them take that away from me because they can't understand it, I won't!" Eddie sobbed and yelled, his fists clutching Steve’s shirt. "And they can't fuck it out of me either. I'm not a monster like him."

"I won't let them take it away from you either. You're not a monster. And Eddie, Roger is a psychopath who just so happens to be queer. Being bisexual isn't wrong. Just like being gay or being a lesbian isn't either. You and I are bisexual. No one is going to erase us. No one," Steve promised, his hands trembling and his voice shaking. "This is probably a bad time, but . . . Eddie, I love you."

"I love you too, Steve," Eddie said, sniffling. "You know, I don't think there's a bad time to tell someone you love them."

"You know that I mean, like, romantically, right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I got that. Me too," Eddie said.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?"

"Is it alright if I say that I want to wait until my mouth no longer tastes like tears and vomit?"

"Yeah, come on, we should get to the hotel," Steve said and picked him up.

"Weee!" Eddie exclaimed, and Steve promptly dropped him on his feet as they stood up.

Steve grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the alleyway. Robin and Vickie were at the very end. Their eyes were filled with tears.

"We tried to get far away, but your voice carried and we -," Robin began.

"You tried not to listen?" Eddie asked. "Don't worry yourself, Buckley."

"Eddie? Can I give you a hug?" Vickie asked.

"Bring it in, Gingersnap," Eddie said.

Vickie threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Eddie grabbed Steve and pulled him into the hug, causing Vickie to laugh. She made grabby hands at Robin.

"This feels more like a bisexual group hug to me," Robin said cheekily.

"You're supporting your bisexual girlfriend by joining in," Vickie said.

"Fair point," Robin said as she threw herself at them.

They stayed like that for a while, surrounding Eddie in a group hug. It was nice, and Eddie felt this wave of affection for this little group. He remembered when he first moved here to live with Wayne, and for the longest time, he didn't think he would ever make friends until he met Gareth, and soon, the others started to fall into place. He hadn't felt like he had belonged until he met them, especially when they created the band. The puzzles continued to fall into place when he created Hellfire, where more pieces were added when Dustin and the others joined. For a brief, shining moment, he thought he found another piece in Chrissy, but it had been lost as soon as it had been found. Right here, right now, he felt like all the pieces had come together. Right in the middle, though, were empty places for his mother and Chrissy. . .never to be refilled. He was as whole as he could be, and he was happy.

"Let's take a picture," Vicki squealed as she pulled out a Polaroid camera from her bag. "Robin, baby, you have pretty long arms."

"You want to commemorate me getting assaulted by a potential serial killer?" Eddie asked. "Speaking of that, what happened with that?"

"Oh, Teddy said he would take care of it," Steve said. "Uh, is bartending his only job?"

"Nope."

"Are you going to tell me what his other job is?" Steve asked.

"Nope!" Eddie exclaimed and paused, rolling his eyes. "Only because I don't know what it is and I'm too afraid to ask. Anywho, Gingersnap, you wanted to remember this moment?"

"I wanted us to remember the fact that you find kinship with all of us tonight, and honestly, so did I. I want us to remember this moment because it's where we all realized that we don't have to conform to anyone's definition of who they think we are," Vickie said. "Whether we're bisexual, gay, or lesbian or anything else that we want to be in this world that I can't think of yet."

"I love you guys," Eddie said fondly. "Robin, Vickie, I'm sorry, but it's strictly platonic."

Robin rolled her eyes, raised the camera, and stuck out her tongue. Vickie peered around, hand on one of Robin's hips. Eddie grinned lovingly at Steve and rested his head on Steve’s shoulder. Robin took the picture.

[yoyomomiko]

Friends with a secret

CHAPTER 4 - (💖)

Craig Tucker x F!reader

Summary: When you and your mother move into South Park, you expect everything to be horrible. Luckily, you find comfort in your new friend group. Despite their warnings about Craig Tucker and his gang, you still managed to befriend the boy. But, there's something more to it, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep it as a secret, or how much longer you can keep it away from your friend, Craig.

(A/N): I finally finished writing this chapter it took sooo long ^⁠_⁠^ For some reason the end is rushed, and this chapter is actually very cringe (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) + English isn't my first language!!

WORDS: 2.5k+

< CHAPTER 3 — CHAPTER 5 > (uncompleted)

To your horror, Kyle found out you were talking with Craig. You had to expect it, I mean he's your neighbor, and the fact that you walked home with Craig didn't help at all. Cartman was glad, saying things about how he can't wait to throw you out the friend group, to wich the rest dismissed instantly.

"I told you guys, chicks just aren't fit for us." Cartman spoke again, putting his hands up in defense. Stan groaned at his stupid words, shaking his head in disapproval. They all wanted to keep you away from Craig, they were sure he was a bad influence on you. "That's pretty gay." Kenny's words were muffled as he sighed at him as well.

While they were all bickering, Kyle couldn't find out why you were hanging out with him out of all people. Sure, he couldn't control who you liked or who you befriended, and he certainly didn't want to do that, but why him out of all the other kids? Craig hated them, and usually tried humiliating them, that's one of the main reasons Stan, Kenny, Kyle and Cartman had the same feelings for the 'annoying' boy. Kyle surely had to talk to you, he just had to wait for you to sit down at their table again.

You showed up, the grip on your tray tightening as you saw their disappointed faces. You raised a brow as you slowly sat down, examining them one by one. Except Cartman, you'd probably vomit if you looked at him for too long. You weren't sure why they looked at you that way. Your hand quickly came up to your mouth, wiping the corners, thinking that maybe you had something on your face. But that wasn't the problem at all.

"So, Y/N, it has come to our observation that you're talking with Craig?" Stan inquired, his fingers interwining together as he held his elbows up on the table, acting like a boss hiring his employee. You couldn't lie, not to them, so you came clean and told the truth about yesterday.

"Well maybe it's because some jerks decided to leave me all alone and walk home without me. So then Craig just simply came up to me, since apparently we live in the same direction." You argued honestly, crossing your arms over your chest, a little upset. Stan's brows raised and he glanced towards Kyle, who was already looking at him.

"Oh, yeah. We forgot about that..." Stan spoke up, voice barely above a whisper. Kyle nodded, gazing towards you, his lips forming a thin line. "Yeah, uh, we were rushing home, we wanted to just get done with our homework, and play some games..." Kyle answered, looking to the side to avoid eye contact. Stan nodded quickly. "You took too long- OW dude what the heck dude?" Stan added, but was cut off by Kyle stomping on his foot under the table, all the while the ginger boy was forcing a smile.

"Listen, I don't get what's so bad about him." You gained their attention back. You leaned on the table, cheek on one of your palms. "He's nice, nothing like how you guys described him." You continued, thinking back to yesterday with a small smile you didn't even know you had. Cartman scoffed at that, rolling his eyes.

"He's been trying to embarrass us for God knows how long!" Stan spoke up, very confused and a little frustrated you didn't agree with them. "Yeah, told you guys, we shouldn't waste our time on her." Cartman tried to reason with them, but Kenny quickly nudged his shoulder to shut up, wich Cartman clearly didn't appreciate.

You didn't want to hear all of their stupid bickering, so you sighed and stood up, picking up your tray and leaving off to Bebe's and Wendy's lunch table. You decided it would be better to spend more time with girls, since the boys clearly weren't a better option. Atleast not Stan and the rest.

You sat down with them, eating and talking. While you were talking, you would often turn your gaze towards Craig's table, only for a split second so nobody would notice. Except one of them did, and it was Craig himself. The moment you turned around to look towards him, you were met with his own eyes, staring back at you. Your lips slowly parted in shock, raising your brows, a little embarrassed at being caught staring at him. Craig looked at you, up and down, before flipping you off and continuing to talk with his own friends.

"Hello, Earth to Y/N?" Bebe waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you away from your daze. You shook your head quickly, turning back to them, dropping the smile you didn't even know you held. You glanced towards Bebe.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking." You defended yourself, shaking your head softly again. You continued eating, meanwhile Wendy smirked, eyeing you up and down, before going back to talking and eating as well. You felt a little embarrassed, but that quickly passed by.

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You were over at Kyle's house, along with Stan. The three of you quickly finished your homework, and then jumped straight to video games. You were glad you had people to kill the time with, since your mother wasn't home most of the time. It seemed that they forgot all about Craig, or maybe they just chose to ignore it so they don't make you upset.

Some time around 6 PM, you went back home and so did Stan. You entered your house, taking off your jacket and throwing it on the couch. You plopped down on the kitchen chair. You were glad Kyle's mom made dinner, and suggested you and Stan sat down to eat with them because she accidentally made extra dinner. Your mom wasn't home yet, it'll probably be another hour until she comes back, so you didn't really have much to do. Your bedtime was in about four to five hours, so what else could you do?

Your friends... They didn't call you. They promised, but they never did. Not even once, and it's already been past a whole week. Maybe they forgot to do so, or they were busy. Or maybe they forgot about you. If they didn't call you, you could surely call them, couldn't you? Yes, that's it, that's what you had to do! Hopefully they'll answer. I mean, they surely will, won't they?

You rushed to the phone that was in the living room, dialing your bestest friend's number. You waited impatiently, the phone ringing in your ear. After a few seconds, it cut to voicemail. You pursed your lips, head tilting down as you narrowed your eyes. Maybe she was busy... You pondered about leaving a voicemail, but you decided not to. You went to the next friend, and the next, and then the next... All to no avail. None of them responded. They couldn't all be busy, could they? Did they not want to see you again? Were they glad that you left?

It's been about half an hour of you trying to contact all of your friends, but none of them answered. Not even one. Maybe it was late, wasn't it? But it was only 6 PM! Maybe they did hate you, didn't they? You had to guess, if you were honest, they never really liked you, did they? They didn't invite you to their stupid sleepovers, trying to find excuses about how there's too many girls, or how their parents don't allow them. They always tried pushing you away, didn't they? You had it coming. You ignored all of that, stupidly believing them, trying to reassure yourself that they did in fact care. But you knew they didn't. You knew they didn't care at all.

Just then, you heard a knock on your door, making you flinch at the three consecutive knocks. You whipped your head around, looking towards the front door. Was it Kyle? Maybe you forgot something back at his place. Or was it your mother? Maybe you accidentally locked the door. You walked towards the door, slowly turning the doorknob. It wasn't locked. Then it must've been Kyle. You opened it wider, only to be met with that familiar face.

"Craig?" Your eyes shot wide, definetly not expecting him to show up at your door. You raised a brow once you made sure it was all real, looking at him, a little skeptical about all this. Craig looked unbothered, his eyes scanning the furniture behind you, before turning his gaze back to you.

"Hey." He simply said, shrugging his shoulders. "What are you doing here?" You asked, visibly confused. "Did you do your homework?" He questioned, and you were wondering why he even asked that. "Yeah, I did it with Kyle and Stan." You shrug your shoulders. It was so weird! Why did he just come here if all he wanted to do was ask if you did your homework!

He narrowed his eyes a bit at the mention of the names. "Oh, right, your friends." He closed his eyes for a second, before staring at you again. "Then that means I can copy your homework, right?" He requested, to wich you raised your eyebrows. "That's why you came all the way over here? To ask me that? Couldn't you do it at school?" You squinted your eyes at him, wich earned a groan from his lips.

"Just say no if you don't wanna help me out." He spoke up, and you nodded. "I never said I didn't want to." You glanced away. Gosh, this was awkward...

"Come in, my mom's gonna be here in about half an hour." You informed him, all while he walked in. This was so weird, embarrassing even. Craig Tucker was in your house. He just came there to copy your homework? Couldn't he go with that guy, what was his name, Clyde? He just chose you out of all people? You didn't mind having him over, and surely your mother wouldn't either, but you had to admit that it was pretty weird. Were you dreaming? No, no way. This wasn't a dream. Why did he even come this late?

"So are you just gonna stand there or what?" Craig snapped you back to reality and away from your thoughts. You quickly nodded and rushed to get your homework, setting it on the kitchen table and motioning for him to come take a seat, wich he did. He pulled out his notebook and started copying what you've written down, completely ignoring you. Was he using you?

"Why did you come here?" You asked, earning a sigh from him. "I thought maybe we could do our homework together, but you did it with the twinks." You were even more confused now. "Why do you wanna do it with me?" You asked, leaning closer to him. Craig leaned back in his seat, eyes narrowing. "Because I thought we were friends?" He replied hesitantly, glancing to the side.

Your eyes shot wide, but quickly snapped back to reality. "You... Really wanna be my friend?" You asked, not expecting him to actually just offer himself like that. He nodded with a raised brow. "Aren't we already friends?" He questioned, the same monotone voice. "We are?"

He closed his eyes, head leaning back as he groaned before chuckling. The sound was adorable, you had to admit. "Well now we are." He replied, looking at you. You nodded, the corners of your lips tugging upwards.

"That had to be the awkwardest moment of my entire life." You admited, mumbling, softly placing your head over your arms, wich were resting on the kitchen table. Craig nodded, continuing to write and copy off your homework, changing some stuff here and there. "Trust me, I've had worse." He muttered, focused more on writing.

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Craig had left before your mother came home, and he rushed back to his own house. You just stayed up watching TV until 10 PM, when your mother told you that you should get ready for bed.

That's all you remember from yesterday.

Right now you were over at Stan's house. School had already passed, and the guys asked you to hang out, wich you quickly agreed to. You had done your homework along with Craig earlier, and luckily you weren't given much work to do, since some of your teachers felt bad to do so in the very first week of school. Surprisingly, Craig was smart. He ended up helping you a lot more than you did yesterday.

Enough about Craig... You were thinking about him too much.

The five of you were playing some stupid board game in wich you were clearly losing. You didn't pay much attention to it, it didn't enlighten you, you only agreed to playing with them because Stan practically begged you to.

"I win!" Kenny's muffled voice made you turn to him. Stan scoffed, shaking his head. "No way dude, you cheated!" He quickly pointed out, to wich Kenny crossed his arms. "Not my fault you don't know how to play." Kenny spoke, wich of course, came out in more muffles. You had a hard time understanding what he said at first, but now it's way easier. "Okay guys, calm down." Kyle tried removing the humorous "tension" between the two. "Shut the fuck up Kahl Kenny cheated and he knows it." Cartman spoke up, his voice ringing in your ears, more like scratching your brain.

"Listen, why's Craig so bad?" You suddenly asked, all eyes on you. "Because, dipshit." Cartman rolled his eyes at you. "He's always trying to humiliate us." Stan replied, his brows narrowing. "And that's that?" You asked, raising a brow. "I've never seen him even try! That's just... Stupid!" You continued, glancing at the board and making up gestures with your hands. "You just didn't see him do it yet, but trust me-" "He's nice! Never did I see him- I don't know..." You trailed off, not wanting to argue. Kyle nodded his head. "Yeah, Y/N's right..." He started, earning a dramatic gasp from Cartman. "He hasn't done anything to us by now, so why can't we just... Forget the past?" Kyle continued, glancing towards you.

"You're even crazier Kahl, what the FUCK is wrong with you? I'm telling you, Y/N is a bad influence on you-" Cartman responded to Kyle, eyes wide. "No, I'm being for real!" Kyle continued. "What's so bad about... Apologizing for all the shit we've put him through in the past? Maybe he'll also apologize-" "No way dude!" Stan cut him off. Kenny was just watching, staring in shock.

"Come on, just a chance!" You begged, holding your hands together, interwined. Stan contemplated, thinking for a few seconds. "Fine..." He finally gave in, to wich Kenny finally nodded and gave a thumbs up. Cartman wasn't too happy about it, he didn't like apologizing. He probably won't, but it's not like you care about what he does.

Finally, you could hang out with all of them without rivalry in between.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[vargskelegore]

HI OMG!! i just read ur shuri x reader transfer student fic and i absolutely love it so much!! what ab reader taking shuri to one of the football games and just seeing how the hbcu culture is?? like the band, the majorette team, the cheerleaders, the sororities and fraternities??? like shuri would fall in love with the environment i feel like.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN SOMETHING!!! i actually LOVE this idea so much bc I WAS THINKING THE SAME THINGGGGG. we see each otha!! (i switch between using 3rd and 2nd person pov when i do headcanons so i apologize if its confusing!!)

so, a lil backstory

when reader was in high school, they HATEDDD football games and pep rallies

they were so boring.

like you know the song called the horse by cliff nobles?? the song like every damn high school band played??

even readers school couldn't play that shit right. just bland.

so when reader began attending an hbcu as a freshman, and they did football games RIGHT???? oh my god reader was on cloud nine.

they've liked these football games ever since

and they wanted to make sure that shuri had the same experience as them when they first started going to school

so the first game rolls around on friday

and you're taking a walk with shuri (yall started taking these daily campus walks together.. a lil gay if you ask me 👀)

and so you finally break the news about the football game

i would assume wakanda is more knowing of soccer than football games, but they certainly dont live under rocks, i think they know what "football" is

nonetheless, shuri was mad confused when you told her that people dance and play songs of the black american culture at these games

but she's also very intrigued

you explain more thoroughly, and that was all it took for her to be onboard

i mean, she was hella excited for it.

so when the day finally comes, you were planning to pick up shuri, but lo and behold

that girl came to pick YOU up!

she's knocking on your dorm door, and your roommate is raising an eyebrow at you while shes doing her makeup.

"girl i told michael to pick me up at 5.. what is he doing here so early?"

and you too thought it was her date.

but you go and open the door, and see shuri standing there, wearing a hoodie of y'alls school and some jeans

and you already KNOW she got that short hair 😩

shes looking down at you with a smile, leaning on the side of your door.

"uh-- hey. i know you said you were coming to get me but i felt kinda bad because i let you get me all of the time since you know the campus better, but i thought me coming here was the least i could do to save you some trouble."

she's just smiling.

and your roommates mouth is wide open

you're literally so shocked, and kinda embarrassed because you weren't ready whatsoever.

guess wakandans really dont be playing about being on time, chile.

"uh, um-- give me one second hahahah." you have the most awkward laugh its hilarious

and shuri is so sweet about it she just nods at you and lets you close the door.

the moment you close that door??? omfg, your roommate is on your ASS

"OH? SO YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND DIDN'T FEEL LIKE TELLING ME? AND SHE'S LITERALLY THE PRIN--"

the way you hush her almost immediately, hoping and praying to god shuri didn't hear that.

she did.

"shut up! shes literally just my friend! i told her about the game tonight." your cheeks are on FIRE i mean you're so embarrassed.

your roommate doesnt believe that one bit LMFAO

"yeah okay... you better get out this dorm before i go and ask her how long y'all been dating."

you never walked faster out of there.

coming face to face with shuri again was.. awkward.

for you

but shuri seemed so unfazed by it

"hi! are you ready to go?" she's just grinning. when i tell yall she is EXCITED

"yeah! of course.. sorry about all of that."

"no worries. i understand it was a bit sudden."

god she was always SO understanding, it made you melt.

and of course, you two are off to the football field.

fast forward to when y'all are at the game

shuri is having a blast! somehow she managed to pick up how the game of football even works very quickly!

and then we get to half time...

oh my god, shuri is in a TRANCE.

them majorettes are making her ass FOLD

she was having a gay panic attack chile

all them pretty women out there in those outfits, doing dance moves that oozes pure grace and sexiness???

yeah shes done for

she also REALLY enjoys the band. they're playing songs she's never heard of before, but she's definitely asking you when y'all are walking home what exactly the band was playing LMFAOO

i like to think that during the football game she's getting attention she didn't realize she'd get

probably bc shes.. i dont know, THE PRINCESS OF WAKANDA???

but nonetheless, she's happily greeting people and carrying on like normal

and shes just having a blast with you

she's pretty sad when its all over 😭

time really flew by

and ofc, y'alls team won the football game.

some people were having parties after the game

but shuri wanted to take yet another walk instead

so y'all did

and this is where she shared all her thoughts

"that was so much fun!! i really think i'm gonna like it here. it kinda reminded me of wakanda a little bit." you could tell she was a tad bit home sick after mentioning her home country, but she brushed it off.

in order to distract her, y'all kept talking about the marching band and the music they played.

this is quite literally how she formed an entire taste of american music because she found out what songs were being played 😭

(btw, i think she has an obsession with michael jacksons music)

ugh if this was one of her fav experiences, just imagine homecoming for her!!!

this got to be a bit long, my bad 😭

requests are still open!! come n chat with me about shuri amen lights and walls 😌

[bengiyo]

The Eighth Sense Eps 7 & 8 Stray Thoughts

Last week, things came to a head as Jae Won started to crack. He decided to run away to the beach with Ji Hyun in a (likely) highly medicated state. Many cute things happened, that I firmly believe were real before Ji Hyun seems to have drowned. I'm certain he's going to live, because it would be unsatisfying for four episodes if he didn't.

Episode 7

Well this use of silence at the beginning is rather crushing.

While I respect the disappointment that their club has been cancelled because of the accident, these seniors are quite heartless. Tae Hyung and Eun Ji.... It's on sight.

Oh, Jae Won, please don't project onto this broken camera. The blurry face out was nice though.

Jae Won came out of his fuzziness just enough to punch Tae Hyung in the face. HIT HIM AGAIN! HIT HIM FOR ME, TOO!

Can someone please not make Jae Won's actions about them for one conversation with him, holy shit.

Did she really just kiss him? Me and her about to beef like Kim and Sheego.

17 minutes and they're just now affirming that Ji Hyun is actually alive.

I like Joon Pyo trying to keep the atmosphere light.

The boss is always a favorite.

I like that Sassy!Ji Hyun still knows how to express gratitude.

FRIENDSHIP STAR!!

Unsurprised to learn that Jae Won stayed by Ji Hyun until he came to consciousness.

The Gang Goes Has Their First Cocktails

I love Ji Hyun and his gay little lamp.

If they had shown Jae Won in bed next to Eun Ji I would have been so sad.

I get why Jae Won is shutting Ji Hyun out, but I wish he'd tell Ji Hyun why.

This was such a quiet episode that the credits feel especially melancholy.

Thinking about how gray and dark Jae Won's world is, but we kept seeing Ji Hyun in bright sunlight.

Episode 8

I loved this boy's Hedwig presentation.

This man said walk a mile in these Louboutin's.

Loving Ji Hyun and his unbothered era.

Sweet relief: the intro music is back.

Ope! Bit Na is not immune to the shade!

They finally see each other and Eun Ji has to be pissy about it. Jae Won does not seem well at all

Tae Hyung is the most pathetic waste of a man we've had in a while. He is the most bitchless man I've ever seen in BL.

Jae Won finally shows signs of life listening to Ji Hyun talk about their relationship.

Tae Hyung is graceless even in defeat. He is terribly unattractive and definitely smells bad.

I love Joon Pyo again. I love when best friends get mad that they weren't told about the romance.

I like how action-oriented Joon Pyo is. He provides additional context about Jae Won at the hospital, and wants to know what steps Ji Hyun is going to take about his crush. Love Ji Hyun's determination to get Jae Won back.

Joon Pyo is the best. Immediately switching from jealous of Ae Ri to excited at the new bonding potential.

MY BOY JI HYUN HANDED EUN JI HER ASS!!

Yes, Boss!! Tell these kids to just go for it!

Ji Hyun is quickly becoming one of my favorite gay characters of all time. I like when the younger character refuses to let the older one run away from what they have.

I get why Jae Won is doing this, but I'm not sure what knocks him out of this.

Absolutely incredible episodes of television. After such a desaturated episode 7, there was so much life and color in episode 8. Ji Hyun's skin looked so rich in the final scene. You can feel how assured he is of his feelings and what he wants. Eun Ji and Tae Hyung better not feature next week except to get dunked on one final time.

[rinwellisathing]

Untitled Wyll/Tav Drabble because Wyll Ravengard is actually perfect and I had a really bad day at work.

Wyll/Femme presenting Tav(this OC is nonbinary)

Just some fluff and comfort, though as usual with my catharsis writing, trigger warning for bullying.

Jaina hummed softly, one hand on Sentry's back, the other, glowing with a cool blue aura, on Karlach's. Her hands moved in slow, circular motions like ripples on the water and she began to sing gently.

"Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray down to the lower city where I met a sailor gay..." her voice was haunting, almost bewitching.

Wyll smiled up from his sharpening stone. "Are you sure you aren't trained as a bard, my friend?"

Jaina nodded with a smile, watching Karlach's eyes flutter, a tell tale sign of slipping consciousness as she brushed a strand of dark hair from the other tiefling's face.

"No, just a sorcerer with some wizardry schooling, I'm afraid." She replied once she was sure the two she'd been soothing had nodded off.

"You should try for bard's college, you have a lovely voice." Wyll's full attention was now on her, one eye of red and one of stone meeting glowing blue in the darkness.

"I couldn't..." Jaina smiled sadly and looked away.

"Why ever not? If it's something you would like..." Wyll scooted closer to her, finding with pleasant surprise she smelled like fresh ocean air and sea blooming flowers.

"You have a contract you can't get out of, so do I. " She remarked cryptically, gazing forward with a resigned look on her freckled face.

"Oh?" The Blade gazed curiously at her, waiting for her to continue.

A small, mirthless chuckle escaped Jaina's lips and she looked Wyll in the eyes. "My darling Ravengard, how do you suppose those of us who grew up outside of nobility pay for school?"

"I'm....I'm sorry? You were charged to attend school in the city?" Wyll's eyebrows rose. Father never told him about that and out along the Sword Coast, most people he met weren't exactly city folk.

Jaina nodded. "Yes. My family couldn't pay, and so I work for the school now. I have since I was old enough."

Wyll frowned, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, from the way you spoke about it, it sounded like you loved your students and your work."

His tone was genuinely apologetic. Jaina's expression softened as she immediately felt bad for her bitterness. Wyll was a good man and none of this had anything to do with him.

She sighed and nodded. "Please don't misunderstand, I love my students very much, but my coworkers, well...not so much." She looked at the ground, mind reeling with a recent exchange before her abduction.

"But Miss Cressida, you said we could ask the headmistress to intervene if a child was too unruly." Jaina rubbed the bruise on her cheek from a child's foot having struck her in the face during an outburst.

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'rules for thee but not for me', girl? I may call for aid, you may not. You are lucky to be here." The greying elvish woman had sneered, her aged face glaring down at Jaina.

Jaina kept her head down, pale hair framing her face, hiding her anger as she tapped her fingertips together and counted to ten like mother always said.

"Besides, I can calm them. I can provide structure. You hellspawn are born of chaos, you don't do well in these sort of jobs." Cressida smirked. "Now go, the children need to be changed, that's your duty."

"I see..." Jaina had felt her jaw clench, a white hot flash of anger coursing through her, the urge to lash out, but she knew she had to keep it down. For the children and for herself.

Back in the present, she was only aware she was crying and warm, calloused hands gently pressed to her cheeks, thumbs wiping her tears so gently.

"I'm sorry....for what it's worth, I will do everything I can to get you out of your contract, just like you're trying to do for me...and it's as you said, if we put our tadpoles together, we can figure anything out." His smile was so kind, so handsome. Jaina's heart fluttered in her chest as she slowly raised one hand to his, just savoring the closeness.

"Thanks, Wyll..."She gave a small but unmistakeably genuine smile as he stood, offering a hand to help her to her feet as well.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Mary had been trying to pair Remus up with random blokes around the castle. Ever since Remus came out it had been the girls duty to find Remus a nice boyfriend.

"You deserve the best, because you are incredible, Remus" the ginger had said.

So at breakfast, the girls kept naming boys who apparently were gay as well. And even pointing at where they were seated.

Remus, that fucking bastard. He kept playing the girls' game. Giving his opinion about said boys.

"That one is cute" he commented and the girls squealed in excitement.

"I know Donovan plays rubgy and is also in a swimming team... Super athletic. Imagine the muscles" Mary giggled.

"Oh yeah?" Remus raised an eyebrow, looking directly at Sirius. And that wanker smiled at him.

Sirius had been trying his best not to be jealous. But he was furious that Remus was playing along and eyeing at those stupid boys.

Sirius and Remus weren't official. Sirius was still figuring out what he felt for Remus. So they kept whatever they had hidden.

Sirius knew Remus only snogged him because he let him. Maybe he was too innocent to go around looking for someone better. Someone who was not a mess like Sirius was. Someone who was not a coward.

The idea of Remus dating one of those boys, made Sirius insides turn and twist. And Sirius wanted to puke his breakfast.

Sirius wasn't sure if he wanted Remus to be his. But the idea of him being with someone else, made him really angry and sad.

That was selfish. Sirius wanted Remus to be happy. But preferably not with someone else.

He is not going to wait for you forever. A voice said inside his head. He is going to get tired of being your little secret.

"Marly, why don't you talk to Donovan next practice?" Mary continued "Talk to him about Remus"

Sirius moved his leg under the table to control his anger. Remus' eyes were on him. Sirius fixed his eyes on his eggs. His appetite disappeared.

"Would you like that, Remus?" Marlene asked.

"I don't know..." Remus blushed, looking down.

"Oh I get along with Donovan" James offered as he put his arm around Lily "I could ask him if he is interested" he smirked.

Fucking James! Why was he doing that?

It was because he was a gentleman and a good friend and he didn't know about Sirius' feelings.

"Honestly, lads I don't need a boyfriend" Remus whispered. But he didn't insist. He didn't cut them off.

Sirius was about to explode. He kept moving his leg.

They ignored Remus.

"Are we sure he is into boys?" Lily asked nervously.

"Bisexual" Marlene nodded "Rumor has it he prefers blokes than birds..."

Sirius clenched his teeth.

"But he has nothing in common with Remus"

Sirius could've kissed Peter. Thank God! Someone with common sense.

"Doesn't matter. They say opposites attract" Mary smiled.

"WOULD YOU STOP?" Sirius finally exploded, even hitting the table "Remus doesn't want a fucking boyfriend! Didn't you hear him?? He is fine by himself!!"

Sirius was aware that he sounded like a crazy person. Everyone was looking at Sirius as if he had lost his mind. But Sirius kept his eyes on Remus.

He couldn't figure out what Remus was thinking. His eyes were intense on Sirius. Sirius couldn't tell if he was angry, surprised, disappointed. Would he prefer Donovan? Was he actually considering starting something with another boy and leave this thing with Sirius behind? Sirius didn't want to lose him.

"Damn Black..." Marlene commented letting out a whistle.

"Why are you so angry?" Lily asked.

"I am..." Sirius was now embarrassed. He was so scared of people figuring him out "I am just so fucking tired of people being obsessed with romance and pairing people up"

James had become obsessed with his relationship with Lily. Peter had his crush on Mary. And Marlene spent half of her time with Dorcas Meadowes.

"I don't really want to have a boyfriend, guys" Remus added, smiling to their friends "I am fine spending time with you"

Sirius wanted to find his gaze. He wanted to tell him that he was sorry. And also thank him, because he was relieved. He was relieved he didn't choose someone else. That he kept choosing Sirius. Even if he deserved better.

"But Remus, at least have a bit of fun, love" Mary touched Remus' chin "I get now why you haven't snogged any girl. But you haven't snogged a boy either"

"Have you actually kissed someone, Remus?" Marlene asked curiously.

Remus' eyes flickered towards Sirius. But then he looked down. They didn't know he stuck his tongue down Sirius' throat mostly every day.

"Yeah don't worry, I've kissed a boy"

Everyone ooed and cheered raising their eyebrows in surprised. Sirius felt his cheeks on fire. Remus' eyes were still on him.

Please don't tell them! Sirius thought. We agreed. I am not ready to be judged.

"Who is he, Remus?" Lily asked with a smile "Do we know him?"

Sirius was a coward. He was a coward. He was a bloody coward.

"No, you don't" Remus said, his eyes still on Sirius. Then he looked to his friends "He is from my other school. He's name is Grant"

Sirius frowned. Grant? Remus had told Sirius about him. But he hadn't mentioned that he kissed him. Sirius thought he had been Remus' first kiss, actually. Was it true? Or was he only saying that to mislead his friends?

Grant had been there for Remus when Sirius wasn't. Grant had been a better friend. Grant this. Grant that. Sirius didn't particularly like him (even though he hadn't met him). But now he hated him more.

And their friends were happy for Remus, asking him a lot of questions about Grant. And Sirius felt like he wanted to cry.

If he only had the courage of admitting he had never felt this way about someone. That he felt sparks everytime he kissed Remus' lips. That he felt his chest burning when he was close. That he cared about Remus more than anyone could imagine. That he thought about Remus day and night. That he thought Remus was the most beautiful, amazing and wonderful person to exist this earth. And he was so lucky to be able to know him, and be his friend.

But Sirius was so scared of what others might think of him. And he was scared of starting a relationship with Remus. And he was scared of losing Remus. He was scared of what The Blacks would do if they found out about this. He was scared of himself and what he might do to hurt Remus.

But fuck, he loved Remus. As a friend. As something more. As anything. But he loved him. But he was too much of a coward to admit it.