#my mom: why are all your friends gay? IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME???

[raceydays-hopelesshaze]

Both my parents are (separately and independently) trying to coax me into coming out to them as a lesbian and my dad is deadass begging me to read some self-help books he gave me. What an interesting situation.

[our-aroace-experience]

My mom is approaching 70 and is in what I can only describe as a Queer Platonic Relationship. My whole life my mom has been ambivalent about romance, and I suspect that if she were young today she’d describe herself as aro. She and my dad were happily married before he passed away, but even so, I don’t really have memories of them being over romantic. Their friends and and family didn’t believe them at first when they announced their marriage (when she was 36!) bc they “didn’t act like a couple”. They worked well as partners and both wanted kids, but there was always something different about their relationship compared to the relationships of my friends’ parents. Since my dad’s death she has shown zero interest in getting remarried and has been happily single for more than a decade.

My mom has an incredibly full life. She’s got lots of friends of all ages, fulfilling hobbies, and a shitty little dog that she loves to pieces. I never worry about her being bored and lonely.

She has this neighbor in her apartment building. They help each other out the way couples do with tasks like grocery shopping, attending family events together, and they co parent the shitty little dog, but she swears up and down that there’s nothing romantic between them. They help each other with medication, hospital visits, and navigating the scary changes of getting old together. She and my grandpa used to argue about her getting remarried to this neighbor bc he didn’t want her to be “lonely”. My mom insisted that she’s not lonely and the relationship was not romantic. There’s love and companionship, but it’s “not like that”.

Back when I started to show interest in dating as a teen my mom was so confused. “You actually want to go on dates? My mom used to force me to date and I hated it.” When I came out as gay as an adult she was like “That’s cool. I still don’t get why you wanna date people.”

My dad once told me a story about how early in their marriage, my mom once accidentally “dated” a different man without realizing that he was taking her out on dates. From her perspective she just was having fun outings with a friend. When the guy “came clean” and told my dad “I’m dating your wife” he just laughed because my mom had been excitedly telling him all about their “dates”. She missed every single clue that this guy had been laying down for her that he was interested. “He invited me to have breakfast on his boat! I’m so excited for the birdwatching that time of day!” (My mom also might be a little autistic but that’s neither here nor there). She just is not a romantically inclined thinker.

I love my mom very much and I’m so lucky to have her as a role model. She’s taught me that happiness is extremely versatile. You don’t have to follow a traditional set route for a complete life with meaningful relationships. Romance is a social construct as much as anything, and you are free to engage with it on your own terms. Don’t be afraid to live and love the way you want to. Your life will be fuller and happier for it.

I’m so happy you’ve had a positive experience, and your mum sounds lovely!

[skk-fan-page]

What does this:

Mean in the context of skk, 15, stormbringer, and dazai acting like a lovesick puppy.

Well, the first thing I notice is that it's heavily implied that dazai didn't say shit and hasn't in his entire employment at the ada. Everyone talks about the mafia with a certain level of "hey I heard about you because my mom's dad's aunt's best friend's knitting club was talking about you and one of the members' dog's coparent said they saw you at Walmart."

Between akutagawa, higuchi, and now chuuya, it's like they know nothing that might help them with the mafia.

Why wouldnt yosano know though, she used to be mafia? Well that's what I thought at first too. I figured maybe rumors had just spread throughout the mafia in her time there.

But, at the same time, add up these numbers and then tell me if the math is mathing for yosano to know anything about chuuya

Chuuya is 22 and joined when he was 15, meaning he joined 7 years ago. 14 years ago (11 when she finally escaped) means not only would she not have met him, he would've been 11 by the time she left.

Not only that, but she was an 11 year old child-doctor, which means she would've had no contacts in the Mafia and no friends to tell her anything.

And, most damning of all, in 15 phase.02 mori says this when asked about suribachi city.

By the time chuuya was awakened, yosano was already out.

So maybe it's kyouka. But here's the thing: she doesn't seem to know shit outside of her (old) job description. She was in such an information silo that she didn't know what a crepe was. That makes her out of the picture for me, especially considering she was the subordinate of the subordinate of the boss's subordinate.

So that leaves 2 options: word on the street, and dazai.

If I can get information on the second highest ring of your underground murder organization by asking around, your organization is getting shit on by the feds in 4 seconds flat.

So that leaves one option: dazai.

But he doesn't seem to be much of a sharer, so why would he share about mafia things? Well we have precedent for it.

There's this incident, proving he's totally chill with sharing about the mafia. And then, there's something so gay it will make you want to claw your eyes out and join the witness protection program to get away from how single you feel

I wish someone would look at me the way dazai looks at chuuya's corruption form. And he's even bragging about him and how cool and powerful he is.

Regardless, this proves that he does totally talk about chuuya when he's not listening, and that he's not the inscrutable clamshell of a man he pretends to be.

Now: the other implication. Chuuya just assumes dazai was talking about him, meaning this was a pattern in the past. We can see this pattern manifest in the party that dazai tries to throw in 15, as well as the fact that ango knows chuuya in dead apple.

How many times do you think dazai genuinely set up challenges for chuuya back in his mafia days, to the point where upon being recognized, his first thought is "dazai did this."

Just put a ring on it already guys.

[fictionalstorybyme]

Jaxson is a young hot dude and he knows a bit about how some people, boys mostly are in awe of his self-proclaimed awesomeness. He was very confident from years earlier and now at age eighteen he had a new group to torture with his cunning seductive smile and friendly manner. But he always had an agenda. He scoped out the students at the beginning of classes. He would trot in everyday in outfits that were made his admirers droll. His slender body was tailor made for the classic look of jeans and sneakers. He was able to pick out the various fetishes of each of the many who adored him as he flirted easily with boys, girls and teachers. He could map out a plan to get them to fall in love with him and used that to dominate and control them as he pleased. He possessed an arrogance and knew how to show his displeasure with a single look. An example was Ryan…

He had this way of making you feel you were the only person in the room, the party, the world that counted to him. His ability to focus on you with 100% of his soul, that attention was crazy addictive. He created inside jokes that he could pass along a crowded with just his expressive eyes. It seemed every time you looked for him, he was already looking at you. Our eyes met and he winked and did a facial gesture or stick out his tongue and made me laugh. It seemed every time that I wanted to leave, he was by my side and asked me. “You wanna get something to eat (when I was hungry) or just go for a ride in his convertible. He had this sixth sense of what was going on inside my head. “Trouble with the big brother?” “Trouble with your mom?” “You can talk to me if you want, you know I’m always here. Quiet is good, too.” The thing is that he was always right. How he could tell if the situation was my big brother or my younger brother, he just read me like a book. It was really nice when i thought it was because he really cared. I had the house swept for spy shit, but nothing. He would have been the one, and i ain’t gay. But for him, I don’t know how it’d work, IF it’d work, but one thing was for sure. JAX KNEW ME KNOWS ME STILL to this VERY day. Jaxson knows me better than anybody and everybody combined.

He keeps saying it’s in my head and that, yeah he had other friends. We were in high school, after all and our job was making and being friends. TRUE! He swears to this day, I was the real deal in his mind. THE BFF. “But Ryan,” Jax said, “You know you’re not gay. I know you’re not gay. So, understand I had to have other friends. I never wanted to say this, because: If I had said, “I L❤️ VE YOU” and your mind would be be in turmoil. I knew we made a good friendship match. Maybe at the beginning I might have thought it’d be cool to have one of the premier guys that i’ve ever known and had the distinct honor and pleasure to know and be friends with convert to the other team. Girls attempt to change guys like me to be straight. Would I actually be your friend if I attempted that with you? I KNOW I WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN HAPPY! Maybe for a the honeymoon period? That’s why it’s called the honeymoon period. It doesn’t last. If I had have said this earlier, Ryan, I’d never ever forgive myself. Ever! I really have always put your needs and wants ahead of mine. Always! I never wanted you to do anything just to please me and not please yourself. That’s what the people who get called that disgusting name. If loving me turned you into a fag, I’d sooner kill myself than permit that. I’m not that kind of guy who is selfish and wants to see if you’ll change teams to be with him.” “I get it, Jaxson. I really do. You are right. You never tried to convert me or suggest i experiment to be sure. But why didn’t you tell me that so i could shield myself from the eventual pain and suffering?”

“For the same reason you didn’t tell me you were certain you were straight, Ryan. I didn’t know for sure just like you didn’t know for sure.” Ryan nodded and agreed, allowing all the rage and anger to dissipate and desolve into the either. “ONE THING WE DID KNOW FOR SURE!” Jaxson said. “WE WERE THE PERFECT COMBINATION OF WHAT LIFETIME FRIENDSHIPS HAVE IN COMMON. OPPOSITES ATTRACT AND RESPECT. If I didn’t respect you Ryan, I’d try to have you in my bed every night with experimenting as the reason why. Thats why we go to college. To try new things. You admitted you had a crush on me.” “A HUGE CRUSH!” Ryan corrected. “You were infatuated with me. Is that a fair statement?” “Yes,” Ryan said. “Well, I too am a human being capable of having crushes and being infatuated with another.” Jaxson said. “I had a huger crush, so infatuated was I with you that i couldn’t eat for ten days, because my infatuation turned into love. You don’t try to change the one you love into something they are not! You are not gay! I know that because Ry, I wanted you so bad, but you never picked up a clue. Am i correct?” “One hundred percent!” Ryan answered. “So we’re just friends?”

[unclewaynemunson]

'Back off, man, I can do it alone.'

'No you can't.'

Granted, Max couldn't see shit anymore, but she could definitely feel how Eddie was looking at her – how he was winning their staring contest simply because her withering glare didn't exist anymore.

'Look, I don't want you in there with me, period,' she said, trying to sound more in control than she was feeling. She felt her cheeks burn and she hated it.

'Why not?'

She sighed, wishing she could still roll her eyes. 'Jesus, Eddie, do I really need to spell this out for you? It's one thing that my mom has to help me with literally everything, but there's no way I'm gonna let you.'

'Max.' She hated how Eddie's voice had gone soft all of a sudden. 'What are you afraid of?'

She merely scoffed in response; she still felt her cheeks burn. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to have this conversation, didn't want to think about how fucking vulnerable she felt. All she wanted was to go to the goddamn bathroom, was even that too much to ask?

'It's no different for me than for your mom, you know,' Eddie said. Max wished she could see his face, because something in his voice was different than usual but she didn't know what exactly it was.

'You know that's not true,' she said, her jaw clenched.

'No, it is.' She could hear how he took a deep breath. 'I'm gay. So, um... I can promise you it won't be weird.'

'Oh.' She didn't quite know what to do, taken aback by the vulnerability of those words. He didn't need to share this; he only did it to make her feel comfortable. He just handed her this big secret, trusting that she'd react in the right way, that she'd help him keep it, that she wouldn't want to hurt him. It was almost too much responsibility; she didn't really know what to say. She wasn't good with comforting or kind or reassuring words like Lucas.

'Does anyone else know?' she asked.

'My uh... My uncle.'

The scent of smoke made its way into Max's nose and she grimaced, but didn't tell him off; if any moment was a good one to have a cigarette, this one would probably be it, she supposed.

She still wondered what Lucas would say in this moment, but kept coming up empty.

'Okay, you can help me in the bathroom,' she finally decided, shifting back into a more practical mindset.

'Soooo...' Eddie dragged out the word. 'Are you - are we - okay?'

'Yeah, of course.' She should probably thank him for trusting her and tell him that he was her friend and she would always love him no matter who he loved or some sentimental bullshit like that, but she felt too awkward about it so she went for silence instead.

While Eddie helped her into the shower and washed her – at least as far as possible with all her casts – her mind kept running. It wasn't as awkward as she had expected it to be, to have Eddie undress her and touch her skin and even help her on the toilet. He was surprisingly gentle and kept checking in to make sure she was feeling okay, and he even made some lame jokes to try and keep things light. It made her think that this could be what it's like to have an older brother. It made her think of Billy.

'Billy would've hated you,' she finally broke the silence when she was dressed in fresh pajamas and lying with her head against the sink, Eddie's hands massaging shampoo in her hair.

She felt his hands freeze against her scalp.

'He always used to call people fags and pervs and... you know. And he'd beat people up for it. Sometimes I wondered...' She paused, hesitating. 'If he was, like, compensating for something.'

'Compensating?'

'Yeah, you know... If you go around calling enough people queers, no one will expect you to be one, right?'

Eddie hummed. 'I didn't know your brother very well,' he told her. 'Some people say that the queers have this instinct, like a sixth sense, to recognize each other, but I think that's bullshit. Or well, not entirely, sometimes you do get like a vibe from someone – but in the end, you can't just know someone's truth like that. And some people will bury that truth deep, deep down. And we can hardly blame them for that. It can be easier to pretend, you know – it's definitely safer. This world wasn't made for being different in that way. For being different in a lot of ways, actually. Whatever his demons were, whatever war was going on inside of him, I think Billy knew that very well.' He turned on the tap and started rinsing her hair.

'I'm sorry you can't get your answers,' he added when he turned the water back off again.

She sighed in response and let Eddie help her in an upright sitting position. She could feel how he started brushing her hair, carefully, as if she'd break into pieces from just the tiniest touch.

She realized that Eddie was right: there was no way to know what wars exactly took place in Billy's mind. The only thing she did know is that he had been a terrible brother to her - but that, despite that, she still wished it would've been different.

Billy wasn't here anymore; he was buried in the ground and his body was slowly falling apart, eaten by worms. But Eddie was here.

Eddie had constantly been at her side when they were both in the hospital, and now that she had come home, he still was. He checked in on her every afternoon; he cooked for her and her mom; he told her stories to entertain her and tried his best to make her smile whenever she was feeling frustrated by the limits of her body. He listened to her when she wanted to talk, and he kept her company when she didn't. He looked out for her and even trusted her with his secrets. He was more of a brother to her than Billy had ever been. He was right here - and she had all the time in the world to ask him all the questions she never got to ask Billy.

'Have you ever kissed a guy?'

She heard Eddie chuckle softly. 'I have.'

'Have you ever had a boyfriend?'

'Have not.'

'Why not?'

And he answered everything she asked him, all while softly stroking her brush through her hair. And when her mom came home, they drank tea together on the couch, and it strangely felt like they were a proper family.

[mmmichyyy]

🌸 gallavich fic rec list 🌸

welcome to my 2023 fic rec list! i went through my ao3 bookmarks and my tumblr tags from this year so here's some (not all, or else this post would go on forever) of my fave (new & older) one-shots, completed multi-chaps, wips & ficlets <3

make sure to check out my 2021 list & my 2022 list ! since i'm not going to include fics i've mentioned before in this year's list :)

& don't forget to check out @gallavichfanficlibrary @gallavich-fic-club @gallavichthings @thegallavault for more recs plus @galladrabbles & @gallavichmeta too ✨ let's go!

one-shots:

doesn't matter where we go by @heymacy (The boys take a road trip.)

to think that we could stay the same by teatrolley (post-breakup au, but Mickey gets out of prison, Caleb doesn't exist, and we get really into their past and Ian’s (struggling) head)

of going home by @lalazeewrites (Valiant has taken the greatest fall from grace the superhero world has witnessed in years. The Shrike is an unregistered vigilante who doesn't even ping the radar of Chicago's crime fighting scene. Ian is forcibly put on leave from his job and returns to the Gallagher house, a failure all over again. Not only does he not know what Mickey does when the world goes dark, he doesn't know that Mickey is still living southside at all. Not since the events of eight years ago.)

quiet by @babygirlmickey (In the quiet of a perceived absence of scrutiny, Mickey can be incontrovertibly tender. Or: 5 times Mickey lets his guard down, as observed by various third parties.)

all i need in this life of sin (is me and my husband) by literatii (As embarrassing as it might be, Ian is not only his husband but also his best friend, and Mickey is pretty damn okay with that. Why the fuck would he find other people to do the exact same shit with that he already does with Ian, minus the fucking, when he can just do that shit with Ian plus the fucking? It makes no sense. Or: Ian wants the two of them to have more friends. Mickey doesn’t.)

thirteen hours by @crossmydna (Ian has known for thirteen hours that he’s not crossing the border with Mickey, so he makes the most of the time he has left with him.)

queen of decatur by jaxington (“How’d you know that?” Ian asks, smelling chum in the water, the observant little fuck. “Not like your brothers are getting sent to lady prison all that often.” Mickey thumbs at his lip, trying to find a way out of this conversation. It probably wouldn’t be too hard to distract Ian just by taking of his pants, but he is trying this new thing where he actually tells Ian what’s going on in his head. “No.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s my mom.”)

like strings of fire by @gardenerian (mickey finds a safe and colorful way for ian to indulge himself when hypersexuality rears its ugly head.)

the needle and the burning body by squash (jesuisgourde) (Mickey had two burning torches for hands but he knew what to do with them. Ian's head was on fire and all he knew was how to run and keep running. How to find a cliff and jump off. How to make Mickey chase after him, again and again. And in a cold cell in prison, Mickey catches him.)

some fucked up romcom by godisthedice (Two years after they locked him up, Mickey told himself that he was done with Ian fucking Gallagher for good. Two years as a free man and he's marrying him for all the wrong reasons.)

when the sun goes down by @sam-loves-seb (super cute and fluffy lifeguard au!)

lava java by @stocious (He's being really unprofessional. Mickey might not even be gay. He might be hitting on a straight man through takeout cups.)

here's to hoping i'm not what kills you by @crestfallercanyon (After a confrontation gone bad, Mickey and the Gallaghers get Ian to the hospital. And look, Mickey always knew that if the Gallaghers had a will they'd find a way, but being roped into their schemes himself wasn't something he'd planned on signing on for. All the Gallaghers need to know is Mickey's helping out because he's not pure fucking evil. They don't need to know Mickey was scared shitless when Ian got knocked unconscious, Jesus, he can barely admit that to himself. Once Mickey knows Ian's not dead and not dying, he's out of there. Except he can't bring himself to leave.)

to the thawing wind by @gardenerian (Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.)

i'll come meet you where you are by @crestfallercanyon (Mickey comes back from prison with a ring of vicious bruises around his neck and an edge to him Ian doesn't recognize. But he came back. He came back, and now it's time for Ian to meet him halfway.

closing in walls and ticking clocks by c_cups_bitch_u_wish (So, this is happening. Mickey is sitting in the corner of the bedroom on the comfiest fucking chair he’s ever sat in, and his adult self and adult Ian are about to fuck. And he’s going to watch. What's most odd is that this doesn't even feel like the weirdest thing to happen to him today.)

a spark of fire by @lingy910y (“You wanted us to finally have some time alone. You wanted to keep me safe, but you didn’t really care as long as we were together. You didn’t want it to end.” Mickey swallows a lump in his throat. “I…I don’t fuckin’ know.” “But can I, uh, ask you something else?” Ian rubs his thumbs together. “You like me, Mick. You fucking like me.”)

flip fuck? by @gallawitchxx (Mickey’s always thought that Valentine’s Day was fucking gay. But then some dramatic, ginger fuckhead had to move into the room next to his, and steal his hole, his heart, and the attention of his tumblr mutuals. Mickey decides to keep it lowkey when he asks Ian to spend the evening together: You wanna hang out on Tuesday? Ian’s response is quick and gives absolutely nothing away: Sure thing! That big-dicked idiot better remember it’s fucking Valentine’s Day.)

completed:

prelude motel by @whatthebodygraspsnot (When Mickey’s secret spot is infiltrated by an intriguing stranger, all the warning signs are there. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to disengage, he can’t help but bite off more than he can chew, running straight back to the spot and the stranger when a job leaves him injured. Enter: the Prelude Motel - where, for the next three days, Mickey finds himself hiding from more than just his pursuers.)

garden song (series) by @gardenerian (two gorgeous fics about ian's bipolar, about hope, healing, and tomatoes)

better by anomalously (It's been ten years since Ian's seen Mickey.)

in your love by @sgtmickeyslaughter (Mickey had been out of prison for 2 years and Ian never would have known until they ran into one another on a random night in May. Ian fights for the love they shared while Mickey fights for the life he built, as they both struggle with shame and guilt from their shared past it becomes clear that they cannot help but be drawn to what is bright and beautiful between them.)

whumptober 2023 (series) by @sam-loves-seb (21 beautiful fics of angst & hurt/comfort)

out of nowhere by @suzy-queued (Ian should have never offered to hide his father's stash of gold. Now he's stuck living on a deserted piece of land in the woods, alone, losing his sanity. Mickey wants nothing more than to disappear — from prison, from his family, from the entire world. If only he knew where to get his hands on a cool million. The Gallagher gold. Mickey wants it. Ian will do anything to protect it. Who will cave first?)

all these things i have left to say to you by @crestfallercanyon (After all this time that Ian's been missing, he leaves a tape recorder on Mickey's pillow. And on it? An hour of pure, unfiltered, Ian audio that is all, apparently, dedicated to him.)

wips:

keys to my heart by @milkovichrules (Ian finds his stable college life getting difficult when a new neighbour moves into the dorms.)

intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar (another college au) (one of my fave fics of all time!!)

the ink is a witness to this by @palepinkgoat (six chapters about the stories tattoos can hold and hide.)

order up by @heymacy (Ian and Mickey work together at a Chicago diner. They like to push each other's buttons - all their buttons. How long until the dam finally breaks?)

second chapters by @squidyyy23 (When Mickey’s PO assigns him a job at the local library, he’s pleasantly surprised—not that he’d ever admit it. Practically lived in the prison library, and what better way to start his new life than with a career he might actually enjoy. And when he meets the charming, clever, utterly fuckable, redheaded children’s librarian, well, shit just keeps getting better and better. Mickey’s definitely not interested in anything serious right now, but what’s the harm in a little fun?)

electric blue by @goodkwuestion (Paramedic Ian Gallagher knows true love exists. He's not going to settle until he finds it either, no matter how much his friends and family roll their eyes at him. Mickey Milkovich, on the other hand, isn't sure about all that stuff. He's an engineer with a long to-do list, and chasing rainbows isn't on it. He'll never say no to a good time and a pretty face though. When they meet, it will feel like kismet, something inevitable that neither of them can shake. Honestly though, who would want to? Falling in love can be the easiest thing in the world, especially when the whole universe is rooting for you... That's if the whole universe is rooting for you.)

ficlets:

all of @heymrspatel's drabbles, especially this one of ian being self-conscious about his body

docks scene & birthday suit gardening ficlets by @metalheadmickey

all of @lupeloto's sweet & domestic ficlets

@sam-loves-seb's meta about ian being the moon and mickey being the sun

ian's birthday ficlet & 31 ways we never meet (a.u.gust 2023 ficlets) by @callivich

airport confessions by @dynamic-power

gallavich drabbles by @whatthebodygraspsnot

all of @howlinchickhowl's a.u.gust 2023 ficlets!

(if you made it this far, i also write fics occasionally too so here's a self-promo lol)

[bvclee]

Can you pls do a Eunchae x female reader[fluff]

It can be a series that is decided for you.

{I don’t see Eunchae x female reader,it’s really rare and she’s my bias.i get that she is a minor and so am I}

(eunchae is our cute babe, sure !!)

aquarium lovers

non idol!hong eunchae x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you had a passion, jellyfishes. and you fell in love with someone that never seen one of them in her entire life.

you absolutely loved jellyfishes.

ever since you're a little kid, you had a sort of passion about them. when you used to go to the beach with your parents, they would usually warn you about them.

you kneeled down curiously, hands on your lap as your eyes narrowed watching the fish probably dying. your curiosity taking over what your parents had told you, you tried to touch it.

"y/n!" your dad yelled from across the beach running toward you as people all started to stared. he suddenly pulled you into his arms in panic as your mom also run over you.

"are you okay!? did you touched it!?" she asked, her hands travelling your face, looking for any kind of pain. you shook your head as you glanced back down.

poor jellyfish.

meeting eunchae was unexpected and probably the best thing that ever happened to you.

you loved to study in the quiet and chill place the cafe down your street was. almost 7pm, you decided it was now your time to go back home probably dropping something because a girl with blonde hair stopped you.

"sorry is this yours–? wow you're pretty.." eunchae stopped smiling, her face in total admiration.

you were taken aback not knowing what to do and in (gay) panic you rushed out.

since then, she would show up exactly at the same hour everyday just hoping to see you again. waiting for hours, giving herself an excuse to 'study', also because she wanted to reassure herself that she wasn't a creepy obsessed psycho.

she even told about you to her friends chaewon and kazuha.

and finally, you came. eunchae recognised you right away, her eyes like glued to you trying to build up the courage to talk to you.

"um hello..!" the voice got your attention, surprised to see the pretty blonde girl again.

"i still have your pencil..." she said getting it out of her bag immediately as if it was waiting for you.

you smiled and she swear it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"thank you." you said waiting for her name.

"eunchae!" she said a little too exited, earning a cute giggle from you.

"and i'm y/n."

"what do you mean, you've never seen a jellyfish in real life?? like never ever??" you asked getting up from your girlfriends lap as her arms tried to hold you back.

she slightly whine confused.

"no i haven't, like you've seen a jellyfish before?"

"of course i have! i talk about it every time i got the opportunity to!" you defended yourself as eunchae giggled pulling you back into her warm cuddles.

she placed a slight kiss right below your eye.

"then, we should probably do an aquarium date."

"oh my-! yes that's such a good idea actually!" you exclaimed exited about her idea as she smiled at you.

and here you were.

holding hands and walking through the aquarium. you way more than exited to tell some more of your knowing about jellyfishes.

"– well sharks look cute." eunchae declared as you roll your eyes.

you could see the way her eyes were captive. maybe she also found herself a admiration for something, even if it was sharks.

finally, it was the time to go into the jellyfishes room.

your eyes sparkled at the sight of your favourite thing (besides eunchae), rambling about how happy you were that eunchae got to see them for real.

eunchae glanced at them curious, probably why you were so obsessed over those thing and then grin at you.

"they're super cool!"

"told you!"

chuckling a bit, eunchae handed you her phone and you understood that she wanted you to picture the moment surely for her instagram feed.

eunchae wrapped her arms around you still watching carefully the jellyfishes as she laid her head on yours.

"i love you, y/n." she kissed your cheek as she continued to listen about whatever facts you knew about jellyfishes.

she's now sure, it was the best date you two had shared, also wondering if there would be any jellyfish plushies at the memory store.

[formosusiniquis]

A Steddie / Buckingham comedy of errors of sorts. It goes like this.

Robin thinks Chrissy Cunningham might be her non platonic soulmate. She's smart, a little goofy, observant, seems like a great listener, and after what the rumor mill is saying was a pretty intense summer has really come into her own. It's a shame she went straight from dating Jason to Eddie Munson.

"She said she's working on herself," Steve claims, more in tune with the gossip than she is, "pretty hypocritical of you to say guys and girls can't be friends."

Which is pretty hypocritical of him when she knows he only cares cause he's already planning his wedding to Chrissy's new boyfriend; he needs Eddie to be single otherwise he's pining away for his perfect co-babysitter for nothing.

But it doesn't matter if they are dating or if they aren't or if Chrissy Cunningham with her perfect strawberry blonde ponytail is her soulmate, because her parents keep trying to set her up with some friend of a friend. She needs to do something quick before disaster strikes.

Melissa and Richard Buckley still know how to tie one on, when the occasion strikes. They're parents now, they've settled down some. Given in to the picket fence life, keep their yard mowed so Gayle Collins down the way stops glaring. They haven't done anything really crazy since that weekend they left Robin with Minerva and went to see what that whole Woodstock thing was about. Now they mostly just stick to getting as high as they can and stargazing on the weekends that Robin is off with Steve, a sweet boy kind of a square but the brownie recipe he gave them makes the best edibles.

Melissa can tell her daughter is lonely, she notices a lot of things about Robin that she won't tell them. Richard has noticed that their dealer Eddie has started bringing a friend along with him. Eddie is a sweet boy too, raised well respects his elders something they care about now that they've become them, he is also obviously and fantastically gay. Like all the parents in Hawkins, Richard and Melissa have heard how Wayne Munson has taken in that Cunningham girl after she came back from her trip out of state. Melissa remembers being a vaguely out of control youth and knows that a trip out of state is code for one of two things, and Chrissy doesn't look like she's ever been pregnant. Chrissy seems like a girl who might like their daughter.

Steve would die before he denies Robin just about anything. She is the platonic love of his life, they nearly died together, they've come out together. He's pretty sure as long as he has Robin and his kids he'd be content for the rest of his life, romance be damned.

A sentiment Robin seems to agree with since she wants him to fake being her boyfriend. Obviously, he says yes. Steve is a good boyfriend, he's always been a good boyfriend. He's attentive, great with parents, knows when to keep the pda to a minimum but also knows when to put on a show. He used to be pretty sure that Mr. and Mrs. Buckley liked him. So he's not really sure why they pulled him aside before movie night.

"Your parents hate me."

"There isn't a parent in Hawkins who hates you."

"You mom just asked me if I didn't think it might be better if I found someone more suited to me."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's basically mom code for I think your the worst person my daughter could have brought home. If I had the choice I'd kill you so why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off."

"I don't think that's right."

"Rob, I love you but conversational nuance isn't exactly your thing."

Eddie likes his job. Sure it's technically not honest work, but who knows maybe down the line they'll legalize it. He's getting in on the ground floor, an entrepreneur. Hawkins is surprisingly pro-weed and Eddie is just fine sticking to that after this summer. His favorite customers are the old folks. Like Miss Brenda at the library or the Buckleys. He always brings Chrissy along when he goes out these days, she feels weird staying in the trailer by herself and he likes having her nearby. She puts people at ease.

Except the Buckleys, who seem strangely obsessed with her. They ask her pointed questions about Dorothy, and surely they mean an actual Dorothy, surely the nice middle aged couple aren't trying to figure out if Chrissy is queer. Sure he got some vibes off of Buckley the younger, but that was before she started dating the love of his life. Now he's starting to think his whole gaydar has gone to shit.

Chrissy, a baby gay who has just broken free of the nastiest case of comp het Eddie has ever seen, answer honestly. She doesn't know a Dorothy, is that one of Robin's band friends? How is Robin, she is so sweet. Chrissy just wishes she had more time in the day so they could see each other more. She's dating Steve right, they make just the cutest couple, don't they think?

Eddie can tell Melissa doesn't. A surprise when even Wayne likes Steve Harrington, thinks he's the bees knees. Loaned him a screwdriver or some shit when the guy was over fixing something at the Mayfield place. She smiles though and agrees that Steve is quite sweet, in a tone that Eddie is far more used to hearing used when people are talking about him than about Steve Harrington. He blinks and the next thing he knows Chrissy is agreeing for them both that dinner on Friday sounds lovely; she'll bring a dessert.

Like she's ever baked in her life.

Chrissy Cunningham has had a rough couple of months, but she's settled now. Sure, she had a breakdown so bad in Eddie's trailer that she ended up having to get professional help; but she got that help and a new support system for herself. Really, the only way life could be much better is if she were dating Robin Buckley.

Eddie likes to tease her, calls her a baby gay like she's a wobbly legged deer still figuring things out. She's had eyes on Robin since the fifth grade, when she got her hair cut short to her shoulders the first time and her teeth still had a gap before her braces went on. Steve is a great guy, she's seen him with the group of freshmen that follow him around like ducklings; she's also watching him now and he's spent most of dinner making moon eyes at Eddie instead of his girlfriend.

She doesn't understand how, Robin is a vision. Full of spit and vinegar, she is firecracker mad glaring at her parents across the table. "You really brought him here? I'm dating Steve, can you not accept that?"

A lot happens at once, Chrissy isn't entirely sure what is going on but it feels a lot like a pot boiling over, something left too long unattended.

"We aren't trying to set you up with our dealer," Mr. Buckley said. "You're not exactly his type."

"Chrissy is such a nice girl." Mrs. Buckley tries.

"You said you stopped that," Steve to Eddie, a lethal pout on his lips and downturned eyes.

"Well, I stopped with the kids," Eddie tries, "I gotta pay the bills somehow, sweetheart."

"Chrissy?" If Robin was a vision in her sharp eyed rage, she's radiant in her pink cheeked surprise.

Once the shock, surprise, and comedy wear off Chrissy thinks there will be tears. Robin's parents seem nice. They seem like the kind of parents you confide in and who hold you tight. She thinks about her mom doing something thoughtful, thinks of her quietly accepting who she is and who she loves; and when she can't do that she thinks of Wayne and Eddie and knows she'd cry once they were alone and the theater of it all was over. So she thinks she might need to make the most of her moment while it's there. "I don't want to be a homewrecker," she jokes, something she's picked up from Eddie, "but I think your boyfriend has his eyes other places."

"Boyfriend, what boyfriend?"

"They're showing Clue at The Hawk this weekend, if you want to go with me?"

Robin can't nod her head fast enough.

"Stevie, I noticed you find yourself newly single," Eddie says, sorrow so fake he should rethink his decision to go within 10 feet of the drama department. "If you could bear it, would you want to crash their date make it a double?"

Steve agrees so fast a bit of hair escapes his coif, it falls in a curl at his forehead.

Robin's parents both seem pleased, pleasant smiles that chrissy is becoming more accustomed to seeing on adults now that she resides in the Munson place. "They'll be smug about this forever," Robin confides. Her smile betrays her lack of real dismay.

Chrissy got her girl and her best friend got his boy, so she thinks it's all's well that ends well.

[just--some--prompts]

Sentence/Conversation Starters:

Random things my friends and I have said over the years on Discord

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

✦ — Person A: “Something on my face?” Person B: “Yeah it's called being too handsome, now stop it.”

✧ — "Two cups of chicken broth, two cups of heavy cream, and then add the lego's–"

✦ — Person A: -makes struggling noises- Person B: "Are you ok?" Person A: "Nope" Person B: "Ok then"

✧ — "Don't shoot me! I'm pleasantly thick!"

✦ — "You’re starting another cult. You bitch."

✧ — Person A: "I’m allergic to honey because I’m allergic to beeeeeeees." Person B: "That's… not how it works?"

✦ — "You were here, you were our side hoe!"

✧ — "The hetero's are upsetero."

✦ — "Why does he not have clothes!?"

✧ — Person A: "We're not clean in the eyes of God." Persona B: "You're not clean in the eyes of your bathtub. How can you be clean in the eyes of God?"

✦ — "Consent is hot when you're fucking my life"

✧ — Person A: "You tire me" Person B: "Then go to bed"

✦ — "You were so far in the closet you were finding Christmas presents from 4 years ago!"

✧ — "I want... to put a pop-tart in his mouth. Do you like smores'?"

✦ — "Life of crime? Naw. Life of shaking ass? Sure."

✧ — Person B: "You're the opposite of a friendly boy." Person A: "What's the opposite of a friendly boy?" Person B: "A bitch."

✦ — -takes a fighting stance- “I'm ready to bite yo ass"

✧ — "People not talking to me? Ideal."

✦ — "You are all a burden upon my shoulders"

✧ — Person C: “Ima eat yo fucking al dente ass ligaments u Italian deviant” Person B: “You're welcome to. End my meat lineage.”

✦ — "Lol, simping for some sleep"

✧ — "Cucked for a soft pillow"

✦ — "Get cucked consciousness"

✧ — Person A: -struggles to breathe- Person B: "Breathe" Person A: "Who needs air?" Person B: "You need air to survive." Person A: "Debatable…" Person B: ".......shut up"

✦ — "I like my men like I like my food...  Genetically modified."

✧ — “Bitch, you got crabs?”

✦ — Person A: “Suc-Fuck you!” Person B: “You were gonna say suck.” Person C: “You were gonna say suck,” -Person C leans in closer- “that’s kinda gay bro.”

✧ — Person A: "So what are y’all talkin about?" Person B: "Uh... we were talking about gender reveals but with spaghetti"

✦ — "It's a millennial thing innit? Eatin' ass?"

✧ — "I'd stuff my face with you."

✦ — “Screams in slut, what!?”

✧ — Persona A: “I’m not mad.” Person B: “Don’t lie.” Person A: “Shut your whore mouth!”

✦ — -hands slam down on table- "They’ve had sex together!!!!"

✧ — "Rip in shit, binch. Sloshed and forgotten."

✦ — “This is how I die. Tell people it was something cool and not spicy egg salad.”

✧ — Person B: "You don't eat your phalanges [Person A]. Rookie mistake."

✦ — "When the Campbell's chunky take chunk out of you."

✧ — "Excuse me, Ma'am, can you put down a wet floor sign? You're a bit of a hazard."

✦ — "My gamer arthritis is making it hard for me to hold my wife's hand"

✧ — "Is this roller camping? .............I'm gonna fuck your mom."

✦ — Person A: "I struggle with his emotions–" Person C: "So does he."

✧ — "I thought by ‘squirt’ you meant that the clowns had venom sacks."

✦ — "We learned our lesson, don't convert–"

✧ — "You fed me eggs, now the government can track my location!!!"

✦ — Person C: "Anyway, back to the topic at hand–" Person B: "God, I wish his throat was under my hand–what?"

[bodyswapmischief]

Andrew's Holiday Part 1 (An interactive story)

Part 2 Part 3

"Fine! Maybe I won't fucking come home for Christmas!" Andrew hung up and threw his phone on his bed. His heart was racing. His hands were shaking. The whole world around him felt loud and bright. The panic that sat within him before the phone call did not leave him. Even now, with the call over, he felt worse. He could feel his body begin to react to stress like it always had. His blood pulsed. He began to sweat. Every neuron was firing in his brain. All of them were telling the brain the same thing. "There is something in us, and it needs to be out of us." His stomach began to bubble, and a sour taste began to coat his mouth. He jolted to the trash can by his bed, as everything in his stomach came out. Tears began to stream down his face with each convulsion of vomit.

"What's wrong, Andy?" A voice came from behind him. Shame washed throughout Andrew's body. "Go! I don't want you to see me like this!" He tried to yell. But, Oscar's presence just added to the anxiety in this moment, and Andrew threw up again.

"Are you sick! Do you need anything?" Oscar called out again. "I was just coming back from class and heard..." Oscar stammered, not knowing what to do in this moment. "Leave!" Andrew cried out in the corner. His back turned away from Oscar. He could still feel the uneasiness of his stomach. His body shook as he cried.

Oscar let out a sigh. "No ... Andy! I'm not gonna leave. I'm your boyfriend and I want to be here for you." Oscar knelt beside Andrew and began to rub his back. "I'll be here ... I'll be quiet. I'll let you process. Just let me know if you..." Before Oscar could finish, Andrew turned around. His head sank into Oscar's chest, and he let the tears rush out.

The two sat there for sometimes, as the tears of Andrew face began to dry. His nose clogged, and his eyes puffy red. He sighed, feeling like he could finally breathe. He felt so safe in Oscar's arms. He couldn't believe he got lucky enough to be paired with him in freshman year as roommates. How they spent every day together. The shared anxiety they had not knowing if the other was gay. But, now it was sophomore year, and they were committed to each other. And Oscar was proving it, in this moment. However, comforting Oscar was, Andrew felt like he didn't deserve it.

"I came out to my dad today ... it didn't go well." Andrew pushed himself away. The shaky anxiety could still be heard in his voice. And, his body plops onto his bed. Oscar follows him and sits at his side. "I'm sorry ..." Oscar grabbed Andrew's hand and began to rub it. "He was mad, of course, but also in denial ... Between cussing me out, he'd throw in talks about me coming home and him fixing me and taking me to therapy and getting me through this phase. So, I told him I'm not coming home."

Oscar shook his head with a pit of disgust in his stomach. "That's sick. Wow, I don't even know to say ..." He lies down next to Tyler and pulls him close to his body. "He's wrong, tho ... you know that, right? There is nothing wrong with you. You ... us ... we are prefect." Oscar gives Andrew a reassuring squeeze.

Why is Oscar so prefect? Is all Andrew could think about at this moment. "Yeah, I know that." Andrew finally smiles and rests his face against Oscar's chest. "You know ... my offer is still out there. You could come home with me for the holidays. My parents would love to meet you. And, I could help with any fees to change your ticket this late." Oscar turns onto his back. Excitement is clearly ringing from his voice.

Andrew turns on his back as well and weighs his options. Spending time with Oscar would he nice. Meeting his family could be interesting. But, is he really not going to go home? Would he punish his mother just because of his father. His mom has been accepting of him ever since he came out to her in high school. And, then all his friends would be there. He'd find ways to ignore his dad. But, maybe he just needed time alone. He could stay on campus and just spend time to think. Think about who he was without family or a boyfriend. He loved Oscar, but there was always this feeling of not being good enough for him. Maybe some time apart could help him with these feelings.

[waywardangel-wilds]

prompt by @triassictriserratops

Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta are best friends. She keeps sabotaging his relationships and he's finally fed up and confronts her about it.

[I'm sorry, I made it hilarious]

"Prim! Ew!" I pushed her away, falling backward on my bed as she shoved her phone in my face.

"Look!" Prim yanked on my hands, which I used to guard my eyeballs from her phone. "Oh my God. You are such a baby!"

"I don't want to see a cadaver! I don't care if it's for science! It's gross!" I shoved her away and rushed for the other side of the bed, throwing myself off it.

"Oh, I'm Katniss, and I love to be a scared little baby." She mocked in a breathy voice. "Look at me!"

"You're literally such a nerd you can't even bully me correctly."

"I-"

"What the fuck Katniss?!" We both jumped, hearing the front door slam open. Peeta's irritated face appeared at my doorway. "What in the-- oh hey, Prim."

Prim stared at him with her mouth open. Hanging upside down from my bed like that she looked twelve years old again. She glanced towards me with an alarmed expression.

"What right do you think you have to come in here like that?" Prim flipped herself right side up, pushing up against the mattress to sit up and glare at him.

"Uh-" Peeta looked sheepish. "Yeah, my bad."

"Your bad?!" Prim jumped off the bed. "'Your bad'? Fuck off!" She shoved him out of my doorway. "Apologize!"

"I-" Peeta's mouth opened and closed for a moment. He turned to glare at me, "No! Ask your sister what she did!"

"Um," I tried to speak up, but Prim waved me off.

"She did nothing; you're the one who came in here like a Neanderthal. Apologize!" She insisted.

"What? No!" Peeta tried to shoulder past her, but she pushed him back. He leaned against the hallway with a groan.

"Prim, you don't even live here. Go away." He said to the ceiling.

"How-"

"It's fine. Can I just talk to him? Alone?" I interrupted.

Prim looked into my eyes, picking up that I would be fine. She turned back to Peeta. "I'm going to be in the kitchen." She walked off.

"Bye!" Peeta said sarcastically. Under his breath, he added, "Little twerp."

"I heard that!" Prim shouted back. Peeta ducked out of the way of a flying object. "Ass!"

He stuck out his tongue at her. Turning my way, his face shifted from annoyed-at-Prim to actual anger.

"So..." I picked up a book from my nightstand. "You heard."

"I heard? Oh, man, did I!" He crossed his arms, looking incredulous. "Katniss, this got back to my mother. My dad called to ask me to go with them to church. Are you fucking kidding me?!"

I cringed, holding the book close to my chest. Peeta crossed the doorway into my room and shut the door behind him.

"I can't believe you would do this to me!" He was just getting started. I could tell he was highly wound up. An all-out rant was on the way. "Did I do something to you? Was I too nice to you? Did I feed you too much? Was it wrong of me to help you pass your driving test?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Ouch.

"'Cause I've been wracking my brain for, like, I don't know, the past three hours trying to figure out why my best friend would throw me under the fucking bus!" The arms were above his head, oh man. "I'm in a sex cult?! Really? A doomsday sex cult. Do you have any idea how my parents are taking this? My mom was sobbing, sobbing. I don't think she's cried since 2008. My dad was saying that if I wanted to be gay, it was fine! But I didn't have to be in a cult to do it?! You told them I was in a gay doomsday sex cult?!"

"Yeah..."

"And, come to find out, it's not just my catholic parents who know this. My brothers," he started to list people off on his fingers. "My teammates, my coach, my girlfriend, Haymitch fucking Abernathy, for Christ's sake. I should thank my lucky stars that my Gammy doesn't know, she'd drop dead!"

If it was possible to cringe harder, I would do it right then.

"Are you going to say anything?" his voice got quiet. He stared at me with wide, unbelieving blue eyes. As if he were seeing me for the first time, and whatever he saw, it was freaking him out. "You just torpedoed my whole fucking life. Do you get that?!"

The book fell from my hands, and to make matters worse, I started to cry.

"I didn't mean for it to get this far!" I sobbed, my hands fluttering about my face. "I didn't even mean to say it! And then Glimmer told everyone. I just wanted her to go away!"

"What." He blinked at me. He looked crazed. "What. The. Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK! What are you saying?!"

"I was just trying to make it stop," I hiccuped, choking on some deeply intense sobs. "I never wanted to start a rumor. I swear it on my life, Peeta. I would never do that to you!"

Peeta stepped up to me the way someone would a live mine. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. He still looked insane. "I." he cleared his throat. "I could kill you, I fucking swear it, Katniss. What in the world possessed you to tell people I was in a gay doomsday cult?!"

I wailed guiltily as Peeta lightly shook me. "I don't know!"

"Tell me!"

"I don't know!" I insisted, covering my face. "All I did was tell Christie you were in a cult so she wouldn't go out with you! Johanna added the gay part! I guess someone else said it was a suicide one. I swear! I'll swear it on Prim's life. Oh! Let's do a blood pact!" Peeta stared at me as if I lost my mind while I grabbed him by the shoulders to shake him back. "Yes! It'll be like being kids again! I have a knife!"

"I'm not doing a blood pact with you!" He stepped away from me as if repelled by some deep, intense force. "You're fucking tainted! Traitor! Judas!"

"I'm not Judas!" I sobbed.

"Judas!" he pointed at me.

"Peeta, come on, please!" I wiped a hand against my eyes. "It was an accident, I swear."

"Why did you say I was in a cult at all??"

"It doesn't even matter!" I bellowed miserably, turning to collapse face down on my bed. "Christie went out with you anyway."

"What does Christie have to do with anything???"

"You're supposed to be my best friend," I accused, pointing a shaking finger blindly. "Not Christie's."

"What?" I felt the bed dip. "Katniss, why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to have a girlfriend," I moaned. I was so pathetic. "You're going to fall in love and leave me forever."

"Why would me getting a girlfriend stop us from being friends?"

"Don't you get it?" I sat up to stare at him. "I don't want you to have a girlfriend."

"Why?" He said insistently.

"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I screamed. I put both my hands on his chest and shoved him. "Why are you so dense?"

Peeta stared at me, shocked. He was half on the floor and half on my bed. "You want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!" I pulled on my hair. "Isn't it obvious? I moved with you to butt fuck nowhere so we could go to college together."

"I thought you just wanted to save on rent!"

"WHY?!" I tossed a pillow at him. "I could have just stayed with my dad back home."

"Oh."

"Yeah," I looked away, smoothing a hand over my messed-up hair.

"Well, you could have just said that instead of ruining my entire life." Peeta climbed back onto the bed. "I thought you knew I liked you."

"WHAT"

"What do you mean what?!"

"Exactly what I mean!"

"Oh my god," Prim rolled her eyes from the kitchen and took a long drink from her glass. "They're idiots."

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 10: Auntie’s chili-chocolate muffins.

Summary: There’s an intruder in the Bakugou house. 3 of them, actually. Having alone-time with Katsuki is a luxury but having friends over isn’t that bad either.

Featuring Mama Bakugou, Shitty Deku and Half and Half gay disaster.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTERLIST

⚠️ Swear words, someone makes a sex joke

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Getting out of the bath was a challenge, but in the best way possible.

First of all, kissing Katsuki senseless in the bathtub while you trying your best to not touch in inappropriate places was probably the funniest and hottest interaction you’ve ever had. After a few minutes Katsuki did stop your shenanigans and kindly asked you to close your eyes until he gets out, his ears red as a tomato; it was so absolutely adorable you almost melted together with the bubbly water in the tub.

There was yelling, squeaking and a lot of giggles when it was your time to get out; your body got so relaxed it didn’t really want to cooperate with you so Katsuki had to help you but as you didn’t want him to see you naked he kinda had to get you out blind which was also extremely hilarious.

“No peeking, sir!”

“I’m not a fucking pervert!”

“You opened your eyes!”

“No, I did not! Fuck off!”

“Fuck, I don’t have any underwear in here!”

“Loser!”

Honestly, you didn’t think this will be so much fun. To be fair, you genuinely thought you won’t be able to move at all, which is the opposite of what’s happening right now; the fatigue is definitely there and your movements are much slower than usual, you also need to sit down and do nothing for a few minutes after being on your feet for longer than half an hour, but other than that, you almost feel okay. Katsuki gives you his shoulder every time you need the toilet or need to change rooms, but you are more than capable to do everything; you even managed to wash the dishes by yourself! Katsuki did end up standing right behind you just in case something goes wrong, but… Okay, you had to take a nap after and Katsuki wasn’t too happy about that because apparently you looked like you just did a 3 hour work out session after but it really seems like you will be able to ditch the meds next week. You are the happiest person in the whole world right now.

It’s the afternoon when someone knocks on Katsuki’s door; by the agitated frown on Katsuki’s face he already knows who that is.

“This fucking hag can’t sit on her fucking ass even if her life depends on it…” He mutters under his nose as he makes his way towards the door.

“The fuck do you…” Katsuki stops mid-yell to stare at the intruder. “Want.”

“Kacchan! Sorry for interrupting!” Deku makes his way inside by running straight to your side, clearly terrified of being slapped in the face. “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello. Excuse my existence in your personal space, Katsuki.” Todoroki sneaks in as well, looking hot as always.

“Having you here is already a fucking bother, why did you bring the whole fucking ZOO with you?!” Katsuki yells at his mother while he ignores the other two completely.

“Well, fist of all, thank you very fucking much for telling me that my daughter-in-law is in need of assistance.” Momma Bakugou reprimands. Katsuki answers by rolling his eyes, at least until his mother smacks him in the nape. “I was having a coffee with Inko in that new place with the pretty garden and imagine my surprise when she asked me if she’s doing better! I didn’t even know she was sick, goddamit!” The woman yells as she slowly makes her way towards you. Katsuki’s face looks so red he’s probably about to yell profanities in the next few seconds so you decide to cover your ears with the pillow to spare them from the torturous experience.

“YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NERD!” Katsuki yells, just as it was expected. “Can’t you shut your fucking mouth for once in your life?!”

“You know I talk to my mom every day!” The green haired hero whines, hiding his face with his arms in case Katsuki literally explodes on him. “Before you kill me, let me give you something!” Izuku perks up and opens his backpack. He pulls out a massive box of muffins. Katsuki’s eyes are the size of saucers and you swear there is a tiny trail of saliva flowing down the side of his mouth. Todoroki tries his best to conceal the smile on his face but he fails miserably. “I told my mom how nice you were to me the other day and she was so happy about it she asked me to give you this. It’s your favorite chili-chocolate muffins, extra hot!”

Katsuki emerges from the face of the Earth. His gaze is distant, like he’s not even a part of this world anymore. You swear you see tears in his eyes, not like you have the balls to comment on it.

“That chili muffin? The saint chili muffin? Home-made by Auntie?” He mutters under his nose, keeping an eye-contact with the fucking box of muffins like they would disappear if he blinks once.

“Well, it’s been a while since she made them but she tried her best!”

Katsuki takes the box from the hero like it’s the most fragile thing in the world, caressing the top of the box before he opens it and takes a sniff. He doesn’t even try to hide his obsession anymore; he takes a muffin in his hand, looks at it from every angle, making sure it’s not fake, then takes a bite; his eyes get all watery, one single tear dropping down from his face as he chews, slowly and dramatically.

“It’s perfect.”

You’ve never seen Katsuki so calm and content. There isn’t a single wrinkle on his face, no frown, no angry gaze, nothing. No one dares to take a breath; everyone is as silent as a human being can be, just staring at Katsuki’s peaceful face in wonder.

“So now that Katsuki is out of the picture for the next few minutes, how are you, my dear?” Mitsuki’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Oh yeah, I brought you a gift!” Izuku starts to rummage through his bag and takes out another box of muffins, this one full of blueberries.

Mitsuki isn’t too happy with Izuku for jumping into her sentence, but by the look of it she has no heart to tell him off for it.

“Oh, I also brought you something.” Todoroki speaks up and showes a plastic bag into your lap. “It’s something that makes me really happy when I’m sad.”

Izuku facepalms for some reason; you open the bag and there’s….

“Soba noodles?” You ask, feeling like you don’t really understand the joke behind it. It’s not even a full dish, just soba noodles, naked, in a bag. Store bought. What the hell.

“With Izuku’s face on it.” Todoroki adds helpfully, like that explains it all.

“Shouto, I told you this only works for you.” Izuku mutters with a red face, clearly embarrassed of his partner. Katsuki sneaks behind the sofa to take a look into the bag and looks at the half and half hero with a shit eating grin.

“I’ll make sure to tear the packaging right where Deku’s face is. I’ll tear it in half then explode the rest of his body before I throw it into the waste bin so he can be with his brothers and sisters.”

If you wouldn’t know Katsuki is taking the piss right now you would hundred percent question his mental health and his threat level; he looks like the greatest villain of the century, his laugh menacing and cruel. Todoroki looks at him in poor terror and takes the bag from your hands to pull it to his chest; Deku tries to soothe the traumatized hero by caressing his shoulders and muttering calming words into his ears. You’ve never seen so much emotion on the guy’s face before, it’s quite mesmerizing.

“Coming here with these bozos was the worst idea ever, stop ignoring me, children!” Mitsuki yells, offended by the lack of attention.

“Wow, you know that word, hag? I’m impressed” Katsuki mutters to himself as he snatches the bag of soba noodles from Todoroki’s protective arms. He whimpers a bit but lets it go; everyone knows not to poke the sleeping bear, especially not in his own territory.

“I’m not ignoring you! I would never do such thing!” You smile at the woman as you lean into her side to cuddle. “I’m glad to see you again.” You mumble with a sad smile on your face; fuck, you miss your own family so much.

“I’ll be here every day.” The woman perks up and you can hear the sound of explosions coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking not. Let me enjoy my fucking time with her, hag. You can hog her after she got better.” He yells with a red face. “I’m making cold soba for dinner, you fuckers stayin’?” Katsuki changes his voice into a calmer one, probably not wanting to make the guests feel unwelcome. He changed so much in these past few months it’s ridiculous.

Todoroki beams at his friend; wow, Todoroki has also changed a lot since he got together with Deku. If you wouldn’t know the reason for his sudden change, you would definitely think he is an impostor.

He’s so much more emotional now, so much more free and not ashamed of his own self. You are so happy for those two. Todoroki is even more handsome now, with the tiny smile on his mouth and the loving gaze in his eyes when he looks at Izuku.

Sometimes, this whole situation doesn’t feel real; it feels like a dream of a perfect life and if it’s actually just a dream, you never wanna wake up from it. This is everything you always wanted; a place where you are loved and appreciated for you being you instead of being treated like a rabid dog just because of your honesty and rough words, a place where you belong, a place where you feel safe and happy. You can’t help but tear up a little bit at the thought as you snuggle your face in Mitsuki’s chest to hide it from the gang; you still feel a little bit weird about being so vulnerable in front of them, which is stupid because you know they would never use it against you.

“Your girlie is a really clingy one, isn’t she.” Mitsuki mutters to herself. You move away with a red face; now that you think about it, you really shouldn’t be so close to this woman who you’ve only met twice. “Hey, you are fine, it’s just… we don’t usually do such thing in our family, but it does feel nice to be embraced sometimes.” Mitsuki looks at his son with pure judgment. Katsuki rolls his eyes like a bad teenager and makes his way to the kitchen with his ears red.

The rest of the night goes by really quickly; the whole gang has cold soba for dinner, Todoroki almost cries from how good the dish is then he actually cries when the abnormal amount of wasabi hits him.

“This soba is like having sex, then getting hit in the face in a non-sexual way right when you are about to…”

“Shouto, if you finish your sentence I swear to god I’ll Delaware Smash you to the moon.” Izuku mutters with his face red as Katsuki’s hot sauce collection. Mitsuki almost chokes on her noodles as she tries her best not to laugh out loud; the whole gang fails when Todoroki looks at Izuku with a questioning face, clearly not understanding what did he do wrong this time.

“I didn’t realize the big Todoroki Shouto is such a goofball.” Mitsuki laughs; Izuku looks at her with pure terror as he says the next sentence:

“He’s not joking, Auntie.”

It’s Katsuki’s turn now to laugh like a maniac and the rest of the night goes by so quickly you barely even realize you are being put to bed, half asleep.

“I didn’t even say bye.” You mutter into Katsuki’s strong arms with a pout on your face.

“You are dead tired, Y/N. Don’t overdo it. If you fuck up your recovery by overworking yourself I’ll kill you.” Katsuki mutters as he lowers you into the bed. Your mind is really fuzzy right now, but you still can’t help but ask the next question.

“Can you stay?” You ask the blonde, already missing the warmth of his body.

“This is my bed, you idiot, of course I’m staying.” Katsuki giggles.

“Pinky promise?”

“Really?” You don’t see his face right now but you are quite sure he’s rolling your eyes. “Pinky promise.” Katsuki mutters as he locks his pinkie with yours; in only a few seconds the bed dips next to you and the warmth is finally back; Katsuki’s sweet scent fills your nose as he snuggles up to you and lets himself be vulnerable for once.

“Do you remember when you got sick and ended up in my bed?” Katsuki mutters, deep in thought. His hand plays with your own, drawing circles and explosion shapes into your skin. You can’t make a proper answer anymore so you hum; it’s extremely hard to not fall asleep right on the spot even though Katsuki’s hair tickles your neck a little bit. “You wanted a pinky promise back then as well. It was really fucking cute.” The blonde admits. “When I first met you I hated your guts; I hated how much you remind me of myself and my mistakes, I felt like life sent you for me to get a taste of my own medicine. You were so fucking loud and annoying.” Katsuki continues and you try your best to blink the sleepiness away; bedtime Katsuki’s words are always honest, so whatever he’s about to say, he won’t say it twice. You want to remember everything even if it hurts you. “But then you did these cute fucking things like asking for a pinky promise or laugh at Kirshima’s stupid jokes just to make him happy, then you selflessly jumped right in front of me to save my ass even though I never said a single nice word to you and it confused the shit out of me every time because I wasn’t sure if I want to kill you or keep you close.“ Katsuki pulls you closer, cuddling unashamedly now. “Life might have sent you to fuck me over but it only made me realize I’m not that shit of a person as I thought. Somehow by falling in love with you - fuck this is disgusting - I ended up loving myself a bit more as well. It made me realize how all my actions were fueled by the self-hatred inside me but when you opened up to me and let me in, trusted me with your whole being… it just changed something inside me. I don’t say this too often so open your fucking ears and don’t fall asleep on me - fucking thank you.”

“Fuck’s sake, Katsuki.” You sniffle, much more awake now. This man will be the death of you one day, his grumpy face and his heart stopping confessions under the safe blanket of the night.

“Thank you for letting me love you. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing…fuck.” You choke on a sob. “Stop being cheesy and go to sleep for the fucks sake, how am I supposed to top that?!” You whine but Katsuki only laughs; it’s that laugh he only does for you, eyes wrinkling, dimples showing and you hate that you can’t see it properly in the darkness of the night because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that. “I will miss this.” You admit. “I kinda want to say I want to stay weak just to have more of this, but I feel like fighting beside you is just as thrilling as sharing a moment in the bed.” You giggle to yourself.

“Who said I’ll let you fight alongside me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Katsuki murmurs, still giggling. Fuck, you love this arrogant motherfucker so much.

“True, you might be too weak for my sexy hero attire. I don’t want to distract you while you work.” You add sneakily, just to tease him.

“I take everything back. I fucking despise you, you Menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he props himself up on his elbow to give you and angry kiss. Well… a lot of angry kisses.

“Say that without your tongue into my mouth and I might get offended.” You sighs as Katsuki caresses your side, leaving goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

“Nah, I enjoy this way too much.” He mumbles into your mouth. Honestly, you hate being so weak right now when Katsuki gives you all these opportunities to… well… get a bit frisky. Thank god you are numb all over from the exhaustion right now, otherwise sleeping would be off the table. “Now go the fuck to sleep. You can’t even lift your fingers anymore.” He grumbles and it is true; your arms didn’t even manage to reach the blonde’s back, even though you tried your best to pull him closer to you. Katsuki plops back down, cuddling into your side like he always does; it doesn’t take the blonde long to lull you into a peaceful sleep while his fingers play with your hair before he falls asleep himself, glued to your side.

You try your best to not think about the fact that this is all temporary; in a few days, you’ll need to go back to your boring little flat and sleep in a cold bed, where warm touches and the scent of burnt sugar is nothing but a silly little daydream.

“I want to stay here forever…” You murmur under your nose before the world finally goes blank, the problems of the next few days long forgotten.

… next chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

💥 Me: This chapter is 1700 words already, might as well be clever and finish it up because I always end up writing too much right at the end. 2K is enough.

Also me: *finishes the chapter with 3K*

Well, I tried.

💥 I love how Y/N got sick the day before yet everyone knows about it already 😂

💥 I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the sweet talk at the end wasn’t even planned, that just happened 😂 And thank god it did because I love Katsuki’s sleepy talk so much 😭 Like this guy barely says a nice word to his partner during the day then he goes to bed and goes all sweet and cuddly and oh my god, I think I’m love with this guy. 😂

💥 In case you missed to read Katsuki’s POV of the story, it’s coming back in the next chapter!

💥 I really need to stop writing the end notes while I’m sleep deprived, they make no fucking sense. With that said, see you in the next chapter! I think there will be a little time skip to keep the story going!

💥 I hope you guys are having an amazing day! 💜

TL: @sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai

[specialagentlokitty]

Tony DiNozzo x Teen!reader - unconditionally

Heya! - I'm sorry for requesting so much I was wondering if you could do a Tony Dinozzo x Teen reader Where Tony is sorta like a parental Figure and Reader is Gay and has a Girlfriend and is Afraid to come out to come out and when she finally does tell him its just very comforting. - @marvelfunkopop101💜

Tony had been your legal guardian for a few years now, and you loved him, he was everything you could ask for in a guardian and more.

He was like the father you never had.

He taught you things you never knew you could do, showed you things you never thought you’d see.

You trusted him with your whole life.

But when your long term girlfriend, Chloe, asked to meet him? That’s when your whole world had come crashing down around you.

You hadn’t told Tony you were a lesbian, you had never brought it up, and he never asked about your love life since that was your business.

You didn’t know how Tony felt about the pride community, was he an ally? Was he going to be supportive?

You had no idea.

“You won’t find out unless you tell him.” Chloe whispered.

She wasn’t going to force you to tell him, but she knew if you didn’t find out this was going to eat you alive, drive you away from him.

And she knew the last thing you wanted was to loose him.

“What if he’s homophobic or something Chlo? I’ll loose everything..”

“Then you come live with me! You know mom loves you, and you’ll know how he truly feels.” She smiled.

You nodded a little, because she had a good point, at least you would know how he felt then, and you’d know the real him.

Looking at Chloe, at her smiling face you felt your tension melt away a little.

“I’ll.. I’ll figure something out..”

She held out her arms and you fell into her making her laugh loudly as she held you tightly.

You spent a week trying to figure out how to break the news to Tony, and you settled for just telling him straight up and inviting Chloe over with his permission.

So here you sat on the couch while Tony brought you a drink from the kitchen and set it down in front of you, taking a seat on the other couch as he frowned slightly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I… I have something to tell you…”

“I hope it’s not you drank my alcohol again, that’s expensive stuff.” He chuckled.

You laughed weakly but your smile quickly faded and Tony leant forward a a little.

“(Y/N)?”

He’d never seen you so serious, not when you told him you were failing a bunch of classes, when you told him you had been suspended or broke one of his ornaments by accident.

He’d never seen you so anxious and worried and it scared him a little.

He didn’t know what to say, because he didn’t know why, so all he could do was just sit there.

“I… I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while…”

He slowed nodded his head and offered you a warm smile.

“You can tell me anything sweetheart.”

Looking at his soft gaze and warm smile, you felt yourself tense up a little, memorising the imagine just in case it was going to be the last time you saw it.

“I… I want you to meet my girlfriend!” You blurted.

Tony blinked and leant back.

“One of your friends? Sure, I don’t mind.” He grinned.

“No.. my girlfriend… I’m gay…”

Tony shrugged a little and smiled.

“I know.”

“You know?”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“Sweetheart, I saw your phone by accident months ago. I know someone doesn’t send that many hearts to just a friend, she also came by once.”

“Seriously?”

Your worry had melted away and now you were just pouting because if Chloe had already met your Tony and spoken to him, why did you have to tell him?

And if he already knew why didn’t he tell you he knew or bring it up?

As if reading your thoughts he replied.

“I didn’t say anything because I wanted you to tell me yourself, and she didn’t know it was me, she thought she had the wrong apartment and left.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“So it’s okay…?”

Getting up, Tony walked over and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Of course it is, you love whoever you love, that’s up to you okay? As long as you’re happy I’m happy. You could love bright pink aliens and I couldn’t care as long as you were safe and happy (Y/N).”

“Aliens?”

Tony hugged you a little tighter and leant back.

“If that’s what makes you happy.” He mused.

Slapping him lightly, you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder as you let the stress and fear leave your body.

“Can she come over tomorrow?”

“Why not now? We’ve not had anything to eat, and we can watch some movies.” Tony smiled.

You nodded excitedly and ran to get your phone.

Tony couldn’t wait to meet the girl who had managed to capture your heart

[neo404]

What about a nick x younger brother where the younger brother thinks he might be gay so he goes to big brother nick for advice ( p.s. i know this isn’t like any of your other stories but i cant stop thinking about it ) ( the younger brother is gay )

Proud of you, buddy.

Summary: you think you have catched feeling for one of your classmates, unsure about these new feelings towards this boy, you decide to ask your older brother Nick for some advice.

Note: Nick, Matt and Chris call reader ‘Buddy’. Also a bit short, hope you like this.

The bell rang, I stood up grabbing my backpack and walking to the parking lot of the school. I was excited because my brothers were home for mom’s birthday which is on the weekend. As I check my phone to see if Matt was already outside to pick me up like he said he would I feel an arm resting on my shoulders.

‘’HEY! Why are you in a hurry?’’ Jackson is my friend since I entered this school, he’s outgoing and loves to do sports and play videogames. Recently, I have started to feel weird around him.

‘’I didn’t tell you? My brothers are here for mom’s birthday.’’ We walk side by side, his arm around me, my face red and my gaze focused in front of me, I didn’t want him to look at me like this.

‘’That’s so cool. That means I’ll finally meat them, right?’’

‘’Yeah, I almost forgot mom told me you could come to the dinner.’’

‘’Of course I can go, she loves me.’’

‘’Yep.’’ I try to not let out a sigh, I try to not run away. Why do I feel like this? ‘’Hey, I think that’s Matt there, so I need to go, bye, see you tomorrow.’’ I don’t give him time to reply and rush to the car.

‘’Hey, buddy. Everything okay? You are all red?’’ Matt looks at me while I put my seatbelt on.

‘’Yeah, all good. I’m glad you guys are here.’’

‘’Me too, buddy.’’

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‘’Omg, you are actually taller. That’s amazing.’’ Chris hugs me as I entered the kitchen. ‘’I think you might be as tall as us one day.’’

‘’Soon, you’ll see.’’ I smirk, and punch him playfully.

‘’Careful ladies, my bro is not here to play.’’ I stop smiling, he doesn’t notice ‘cus he’s already sitting at the table with Matt.

‘’All right, Chrissy. Leave your brother alone.’’ Mom says while putting another plate with food on the table. ‘’Honey, can you call Nick?’’ she looks at me and I nod.

I go to Nick’s old room and knock on the door. ‘’Come in.’’ I open the door and he is taking out some stuff from his backpack. ‘’Oh, Hi. How have you been?’’ I rush to him and hug him; he laughs and messes up my hair.

‘’Do you think… maybe, we can talk after lunch?’’

‘’Of course buddy, did something happened?’’ he looks down at me concerned.

‘’No, I mean, not really. I just wanted to talk to you about something.’’

‘’Okay, after we eat, we can talk about whatever you want.’’ After another quick hug we go downstairs to eat.

We talk about everything. How is it where they live, how’s school, old friends, about mom’s birthday, dad’s new hobby, Justin wanting a new car. Just a lot of chatting, and a small pit of anxiety grew on my stomach. I know Nick won’t say anything bad, he will be so supportive, understand me, but I’m not even sure if I’m gay, maybe I’m bisexual, I don’t know if I have ever liked a girl that way? What if I do some day?

‘’Buddy, lets go.’’ Nicks hand is on my shoulder. Matt and Chris were cleaning up the table. Mom and dad were picking up a movie to watch together. Nick and I went to the backyard.

‘’So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?’’ he sits on the cement floor, I sit besides him. The breeze messing our hairs.

‘’I like someone.’’ Nick looks at me and tilts his head. I think he know; I could tell anyone at this house, I can talk about girls with dad, Matt, Chris, Justin. Why would I be telling him about my crush if they weren’t a ‘he’.

‘’Okay, and?’’

‘’That someone is a boy… and I don’t know if I’m gay or I don’t know. Also, I don’t know what to do, because I want to be with him but what if he doesn’t want the same? And I’m freaking out, so I wanted to talk with you because maybe you could help me.’’ I cover my face with my hands.

‘’Wow, that’s a lot to take in… First of all, thank you for telling me. Second, you don’t need to know what you are, you don’t have to put a label to yourself yet, or ever, if you don’t feel like any sexualities define you, that’s okay.’’ My eyes start to water up a bit. ‘’So, about this boy. What is it that you like about him?’’ I let out a chuckle.

‘’What is it that I don’t like about him? he’s the best, so funny, kind, smart. I’m afraid because he’s my best friend, and I don’t know if he likes boys. I’m terrified to mess things up.’’

‘’Ow buddy.’’ He pats my back. ‘’It’s all right, you are still young, it’s okay to mess up and be in love. You can try to ask him out, I know it’s terrifying. But sometimes being afraid it’s better than regretting not doing it.’’

I nod and a few tears start to stream down my face. I feel Nicks hands wrap around me. This reminds me when he came out to me, he cried, and I cried because he was crying, we hugged and I told him I loved him. I bury my face in the crock of his neck I let myself go, all my fears, my anxiety, it went out in form of tears. After a while I stop, I back up a bit and clean my face with my hands.

‘’Want to get something to drink?’’ I nod.

‘’Don’t tell them yet. Please.’’ Nick gifts me a warm smile and nods. He knows what I’m experiencing, and I’m so glad to have him by my side to live this and learn about myself.

[jonathanthetranswriter]

Why representation is important- a rant

So, as a kid, I constantly felt off. People would tell me that my name was "pretty" and it felt weird to me. I was put off by being called "daughter" or "little girl" or "princess" but I never could figure out why. My mom called me her little tomboy and that's what I assumed I was- a tomboy. I liked dressing up for important events (like picking up my brother from the airport), but that was it.

Getting older, but not by much, I started hating how I looked and felt. I cut my hair really short, much to the dismay of my mother. When I went to school the next day, people in class called me a boy- and I didn't see anything wrong or offensive about it.

It was sixth grade when I learned. This kid I barely tolerated, and only because we had been friends since kindergarten, told me they were pansexual and genderfluid. I asked them what they were talking about, and they opened up this whole world. I did so much research, and at first, I said I was a straight ally.

As I did more research, I began identifying as pansexual. I had noticed my attractions and started identifying accordingly- but something still bothered me. I thought this new identity would fix everything, yet it fixed nothing.

As I explored my attraction, I tried out different sexual and romantic labels, not quite grasping at the concept. It took me a while to say "hey, maybe its my gender" and exploring I went.

I tried demigirl, she/they, but that didn't feel right at all. I still hated my name, the word girl, and the pronouns she. I changed my name, started identifying as demigender, and used they/them. It felt better, but still not right. I simply could not figure it out.

I was extremely frustrated and dealing with things in my personal life. I was just so upset that I could not seem to find out my own goddamn gender. My friends all seemed so sure that they knew what they were that I felt like I couldn't trouble them with this.

I decided to begin going by he/they and identifying as a demiboy. It felt better, but still not right. I began to ask if I may be genderfluid or something, but being called a girl just never felt right to me. It was then I realized that I may just be a guy. Used he/him and it felt great, but surprise surprise, the name I came up with because of a meme wasn't doing it for me. It didn't feel as bad as my deadname, but still not right.

It wasn't until one night, I was up late texting my friend, when they said I looked like a Jonathan. I laughed it off and didn't really say anything about it until later. The name flooded my mind and I really wanted to be called it, so I hopped onto Stardew Valley and changed my character's name to Jonathan. Walking around and being called Jonathan just felt extremely right to me, so that's what I started putting everywhere.

Now, of course, while this gender crisis was going on, there was still the issue of my sexuality. It went from pansexual to lesbian to bisexual to abrosexual and just all over the place. For a while, I identified as omni, but that didn't fit quite right either, but neither did just "gay". So, I decided that, hey, sexuality is fluid and confusing, so I'll just say I'm queer.

It was only after coming out that I was recommended shows and books with LGBTQ+ content. The one show I did watch that had it, Steven Universe, was so subtle at the time that I didn't understand it until later. However, if I had known about shows like Dead End Paranormal Park, The Owl House, ect., figuring out all this stuff may have been so much easier.

So if you think these shows will turn your kid gay, please look past your prejudice. Everyone should question their identity at some point- whether it sticks or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that your kid feels comfortable in their own skin and doesn't have to spend their childhoods hating themself for feeling weird or wrong.

So yes, representation is important.

[sznofthesticks]

thanks for the tag @vineofroses and @carlos-in-glasses

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

shaking my fist at you rose because being proud of my work is my enemy, but i also can't pass up a tag game!

i miss you in the mornings when i see the sun (this one is quite short, and depressing, but im so so proud of it)

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to get up. It might have been 3 a.m. but laying there was making his skin itch. He headed to the shower and turned the water on as hot as it could go. He felt so numb, he just needed to feel something, and it couldn’t be a needle prick. The urge was screaming inside of him for that needle. He undressed out of his white t-shirt and blue boxers and stepped into the shower. He winced in pain at the blazing hot stream of water running down his back. He stood there, under the waterfall, breathing in the steam, starting to stare off into the grout in the tile. He wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed when he heard the shower curtain being pulled back.

as long as i'm with you (a more upbeat fic. tk's birthday with lots of dates <3 )

It was a blue envelope with “Tyler Kennedy” in silver metallic writing on it. TK gave Carlos a ‘what did you do?’ look and proceeded to open it, inside was a printout of their game tickets. TK yelled “OH MY GOD!” and jumped up and kissed his husband. Carlos still felt weird kissing him in front of friends and his mom, but he was slowly becoming more okay with it. He knew they were all supportive of them, but he still felt strange about it, especially in front of parent-like figures like Owen, Andrea, and Tommy.

soulmates aren't just lovers (pre-canon nancy and carlos friendship fic)

“There’s something I need to tell you before we make the popcorn or turn on the movie. It may make you change your mind on if you want to stay.”  “Okay … It seems serious.” Carlos sat down on the bed next to her.  “I don’t even know how to say this, but I feel so suffocated keeping it bottled in.” Nancy looked down at her feet that were dangling off the bed. “So, I’ve been seeing someone.”  “And you didn’t tell me? Why?” Carlos looked surprised.  “Well, it’s complicated. We haven’t been seeing each other long but we’re having fun and I like being with them.”  Carlos rubbed her shoulder. “That’s amazing. Why would that make me want to leave?”  “Well, they’re a girl. I’m seeing a woman. And I’m still doing a lot of discovery about myself, I still like men too … really everyone ... I don’t like the labels of bisexual, lesbian, or straight … I think if I were to call myself something, I would say I’m queer, I’m just me who happens to like girls too.”  “Oh, Nancy.” Carlos pulled her in for a big bear hug. They stayed there for a moment, then Carlos whispered in her ear. “Since we’re sharing, I’m gay. Like super gay.” 

like a bird set free - (because i never got the moment of buck putting his fingers to his lips in disbelief so i wrote it)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.  Buck reached two fingers up to his lips, still in disbelief. He was starting to panic. He started to pace in his kitchen. Ten minutes ago, he was sorting out his tax documents and now he’d kissed a man, and he liked it.  He knew everyone at the 118 would be supportive,  but he can’t talk to them about this. They all know him. He can’t risk that. He needed to talk to someone, someone who would get it and didn’t know Tommy. Then he thought of the perfect person. He pulled out his phone.

no pressure tagging: @lemonlyman-dotcom @chicgeekgirl89 @literateowl @bonheur-cafe

and cheating and adding an extra tag just for you @zitasempri <3