#robbie: do you really wanna know the answer to that?

[livwritesstuff]

Okay so, do you headcannon any of the girls as also being LGBTQ? If so which one (s)

yeah i've put a normal amount of thought into this? hopefully?

mostly because, as an lgbtq person who was surrounded entirely by straight adults, I sometimes wonder how being raised by queer people affects your perception of being queer yourself. if any of y’all were raised by lgbtq people, pls weigh in because i’d truly love your input, but i have to imagine that at a minimum, you might have a totally different view of sexuality in general. it might not be a whole thing or whatever for them to date girls as well as or instead of boys because not only are they being raised by two dads, but they're also close with their aunts Robin and Nancy, and practically half of their other aunts and uncles are queer in some capacity too, so being lgbt was never "out of the norm" for them.

i also think that “psychology guy”-steve took a “psych of gender” class in college (it actually would probably have been called something like “women’s psych” at the time but the coursework would be the same-ish) that changed his entire life, and he made sure that he and eddie weren’t raising their daughters to fall into those gender role traps. The girls played with toy trains and cars as much as they played with their pretend kitchen, didn’t get scolded for roughhousing unless someone was getting injured for real, and were always allowed to explore whatever interests they wanted without any regard for whether or not it was a "girl thing".

All in all, I think the girls just go through life liking who they like and not making the who part of it a big deal.

Anyway, to answer your actual question –

Moe is gay. 100%. Also – anyone who read this and caught a vibe between her and Gray. Y’all are spot on. I don’t think they’d date in high school though; it’d be more like the situation in this tiktok.

I feel like Robbie is the kid who tried on different labels like hats in high school, but once she hit her college years and mellowed out a little bit, she landed on ol’ reliable queer and stuck with it. She does date cis men, and could probably label herself pansexual if she wanted to, but she’s also pretty much the physical embodiment of this tiktok trend, so it’s rare for her to find a guy she can tolerate dating longer than a month (much to Steve and Eddie’s relief).

Also, if any of them experience any kind of gender fuckery, it's probably Robbie, but again, her dads never made gender a big deal growing up so she kind of just rides the wave of it as it comes (and plays around with her gender expression quite a bit – Frankie from Better Things vibes perhaps?)

I’m on the fence about Hazel. She could def give femme lesbian energy, but I also v much enjoy the idea of Steve and Eddie sweating over finding out she has a boyfriend. Bisexual maybe? idk idk i’ll keep you updated

[gemini-sensei]

hello! your writing is really amazing!! can i please request robby keene with a sweet hyperfem gf that’s a cheerleader or a ballet dancer? maybe how his friends + dad would react to him being with someone pretty opposite him that doesn’t even do karate. thank you sm and once again your writing is awesome 💕

I love this, it's so cute! Thank you so much 🥰

Robby Keene x Cheerleader!Reader

This is a little hijinks and silly fun, so I hope that's okay.

"What do you mean you can't come to training on Saturday? It's mandatory."

Robby stares at his father incredulously. Not for the fact that he's already told him this fact a handful of times, but for the reason that he's pulling shit out of his ass. He's ultimately unimpressed.

"It wasn't mandatory until you just said that," Robby tells him, rolling his eyes. He takes his drink from the fridge, where he'd been stopped, and walks by his oblivious father. "And I've told you this a hundred times now. This isn't new."

"Where do you have to be on Saturday that you can't come to training, huh?" Johnny asks, following after him.

They walk the short distance to the table, where Robby is trying to study for his GED. His father makes that infuriating difficult, however, he'd rather be struggling through that than answer his question. Though it's been long enough that he's been hiding this secret from his father and friends. It's bound to come out eventually, so why not now?

"My girlfriend has a thing," he tells him, intentionally leaving out what the 'thing' is. "I told her I'd go."

"Wait. Since when do you have a girlfriend?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because my son has a girlfriend." Johnny smiles proudly as if this is some big accomplishment. "Is she hot?"

"I'm not feeding into this," Robby tells him, finding that question weird coming from his dad. He's not surprised by it, but that doesn't make it any less weird. "And that's not the point."

"Right, right," Johnny says, sitting back. He pops open a beer despite it only being four o'clock. "Well, just tell her you can't go. If you tell her something else came up, you won't have to go and she won't get upset at you."

"No," Robby sighs, shaking his head. "I told her I'd go and I want to go."

"Well, what is it?"

"Competition."

"What, like a pagent or something?"

"What? No. Just leave it alone."

Robby gathers up his things and takes them to his room, deciding it'd be best to leave the conversation there. Besides, he'd like to study in peace.

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"Where's Robby?"

Johnny gives Daniel a look, his lips pressed thin. "He's not coming. He's going to something his girlfriend is competing in."

"Whoa, wait a minute," Hawk says, inserting himself into the conversation shamelessly. His voice as well as his next question draws in everyone else's attention. "Since when does Robby have a girlfriend?"

"Wait, you guys didn't know about this?" Johnny asks, eyeing Hawk and Miguel as they look back at him curiously. They shake their heads and his frown deepens. "Well, shit."

"So Robby is missing training for his girlfriend?" Demetri asks for clarification, though no one there doubts that he'd do the same if asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"And it's because of some sort of competition?" Miguel further inquires.

"That's what he said."

"Aw!" Sam let out with a smile. "That's so romantic. He wants to support her."

"Well, now I'm curious about this mystery girlfriend," Hawk grunts, smirking as he looks at his friends. "I wonder what kind of competition she's in and how much fun he's having there."

"Hold on a second," Daniel says, stopping the teens before they can get too ahead of themselves. "Hawk, whatever you're thinking, it's a no. Whatever reason Robby has for not telling anyone about this girl must be a good one. There's no need to overstep boundaries."

"Fuck boundaries, man. I wanna know who this girl is if she's so special to hide from everyone," Johnny huffs. Daniel glares at him and he glares back, then turns to Hawk and Demetri, the resident cool nerd and huge nerd. "Is there a way for you guys to find out where he's at right now without him knowing?"

"Well, we could check his snapmap and see his location," Demetri says, pulling out his phone.

Hawk watches Johnny's face turn confused and he can't hide his smirk.

"What the hell is a snapmap? Is that some sort of soundboard app or something?"

Everyone looks at him, then each other before Daniel lets out an exasperated sigh. This was not how any of them planned their day, but he seemed to be the only one complaining.

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When they arrive at Robby's location, according to Snapchat of all things, they find themselves at some kind of arena. Johnny leads the pack of nosy teenagers inside but quickly finds himself lost as her tries to navigate the event signs that are posted around the place. Hawk takes the lead, deciding the best course of action is to follow the noise.

Daniel follows begrudging behind his nosy daughter, promising himself to keep them all out of trouble. He sounds like a parrot, repeating himself about how this is a bad idea and how Robby will never trust any of them again if they continue on. "Curiosity killed the cat, ya know."

It isn't long before a woman stops them. She wears a sticker on her shirt that says "Volunteer," but the stern look about her screams wannabe event planner or security, or some horrid mashup of both. "Excuse me, only family and school associates are allowed here."

Ever fast on his feet, Hawk said, "No worries. We're with one of the schools."

"And what school is that?"

Sam spies a board with a list of schools on it, happy to see a convenient option on the list. "West Valley."

The woman's attitude quickly changes. "Oh, are you with the yearbook? Your teacher said you'd be coming, but we never heard anything back from him."

"Yep, that's us," Hawk says, pulling on a photo-ready smile.

"Well, let me get you checked in," the woman says, walking them over to a table.

To keep up their little act, Hawk and Sam babble on about having "finally found the right place" and "getting their stuff out of the car soon." Everyone else stays quiet for the most.

The woman grabs a sheet of stickers and writes on them with a black marker, then passes them out to everyone. When she gets to Johnny and Daniel, she says, "You must be chaperones."

Daniel opens his mouth to say something, but Johnny cuts him off with a quick, "Sure we are." It gets them each a "parent" sticker slapped onto their shirts and they're permitted to keep going.

As they walk, Demetri scoffs. "I can't believe that worked."

They find the entrance to the arena and walk inside, hearing some sort of chant echoing off the walls. As they come out from between the seats, they finally see exactly what kind of competition Robby promised to attend.

A group of cheerleaders took center stage as they went through a routine on the mats. They wear bright smiles as they lift their pompoms into the airs and their pleated skirts swished around their legs. Off to the side, other teams sit as they watch with smiles of their own or talk among themselves, waiting for their turn to go up and show the crowd their moves. Upbeat music plays as the performing group does their thing, keeping the crowd in good spirits.

"Oh my god," Tory laughs. She grins wide, never imagining in her wildest of dreams that Robby Keene would ever date a cheerleader.

Miguel nods along slowly, still a little taken aback by the scene. "This wasn't what I was expecting."

Johnny smiles proudly. "Hell yeah. My son's dating a cheerleader."

"Your son's pissed off," a voice says from behind the group.

They all turn to find Robby standing with a small bucket of popcorn in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. True to his words, he wears a less-than-impressed look on his face. If looks could kill, they'd all be dead where they stand.

Johnny steps forward. "Look, Robby, you can't really be mad at us-"

"The hell I can," Robby cuts him on.

"I told you so," Daniel chimes in.

Sam slaps his arm. "Don't even go there. You came here with us."

"Enough," Robby cut in, gritting his teeth. "I can't believe you guys crashed my girlfriend's competition all because I didn't want to tell you-" he points at Johnny, "about her yet. And shit like this is the reason why, on top of the fact that you make everything that is in the slightest bit feminine into some kind of win to men."

"I don't do that," Johnny says nonchalantly.

"Yes, you do," Robby, and everyone else, responds.

He gives them all a look, but then turns back to Robby. He opens his mouth to speak, but Demetri cuts him off.

"The second you found out it's a cheerleading competition, you counted it as a personal win," he says.

"Shut up," Johnny huffs.

Suddenly, the music stops and the announcer comes on over the loudspeaker. "What a great performance! Give them a round of applause. We'll take a ten-minute break, so refresh your drinks and get ready for the great team from North Hills!"

People start to get up and move around, causing things to get a little chaotic and crowded. Robby takes the opportunity, with a major eye roll, to slip away. He walks back to his seat or rather stomps back once he steps onto the bleachers.

His eyes scan the arena but it doesn't take long for him to find the group of cheerleaders he's looking for. Not too far away, North Hills stands, going through some last-minute stretches before their performance. Among them, his girlfriend is drinking from her water bottle. Her hair is done perfectly, there isn't a single crease in her uniform, and she looks absolutely beautiful. Her uniform shows off all of her curves whilst keeping things modest, giving Robby an eyeful of her shapely legs.

As she caps her water off, their eyes meet and she smiles really big. She throws up her hand in a cute wave and he smiles back, momentarily forgetting his anger. He waves back and she blows him a kiss. Only for her, he pretends to catch it and press it to his lips, which makes her giggle.

On the lower levels of the bleachers, farther away from Robby but not too far that they can't see him, his father, friends, and Sensei watch. They're still equal parts curious as much as they are feeling guilty - at least most. Unapologetically, Hawk smirks as he watches the little interaction between the no-longer-secret-lovers.

"That's Robby's girlfriend?" Demetri asks, pointing out Reader among the group of North Hills cheerleaders.

Tory smirks. "She's cute."

Hawk chides, "More than cute."

"I just can't believe Robby would hide the fact that he has a girlfriend," Johnny huffs. He shakes his head, still in a state of semi-disbelief as he watches the group, studying the girl who looks to be his son's complete opposite. "A cheerleader at that."

"Gee, Johnny, I wonder why he'd do such a thing," Daniel deadpans.

Johnny goes to respond hotly, but the announcer comes on to bring everyone's attention back onto the competition. Soon, the North Hills team is coming onto the mats and getting into formation. They take their deep breaths, smiling big and pretty for everyone. Then the music started and they began their routine.

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After all of the teams performed and the winner was announced, the room became chaos, but Robby could care less about the people around him. He makes his way down the bleachers to reach Reader, who is celebrating with her team by jumping with joy and talking over each other. They hold a big, shiny trophy as they squeal and congratulate themselves for working so hard to win.

She sees him as he's walking over and she lets out a giddy squeal of his name. She rushes to him and he catches her in a hug, holding her tight as she squeezes him.

"We won! We won!" she cheers happily.

He smiles and kisses her cheek. "I knew you would."

She pulls back, smiling at him. Her eyes shine as she looks at him. "Really?"

"Of course," he tells her. He has always believed in her. This is what she's passionate about, so how could she not win? "I got these for you."

He holds out the flowers for her and she takes them with so much care and admiration. "Aww, thank you! I love them!"

She throws her arms around him again, this time around his neck, and kisses him. He happily kisses back, holding her waist. He pulls her close, against him so that they can deepen the kiss and really share the moment. It's her day and nothing beats a hot kiss from your boyfriend after all the hard work paying off.

However, a whistle interrupts them followed by loud clapping. "Hell yeah!" someone yells and Robby pulls away annoyed.

He looks over to find his father and the others watching him. He glares at his dad, letting him know that he is not at all amused or happy with his presence there. In fact, the anger bubbles back up and his jaw clenches as he stares down his friends.

"I still can't believe you're here," he grumbles, cutting each of them a look.

Demetri and Miguel at least look a little guilty and remorseful, whilst Daniel practically chastises Johnny for encouraging all of this behavior and invasion of privacy. Tory looks amused as all Hell while Hawk takes the moment to shamelessly check out some of Reader's friends.

Sam smiles kindly. "Well, all of our meddling aside, I think it's sweet you skipped practice to be here."

Robby wants to roll his eyes, but Reader grabs onto his jacket and catches his attention. He looks at her and almost melts.

"You missed your practice for me?" she asked cutely.

He hums and gives a little shrug like it isn't a big deal. "I told you I'd be here."

"Aww," she lets out, smiling wide. She plants a big kiss on his cheek, leaving a little lipstick mark there.

He blushes as his friends watch, but he can't bring himself to care too much with her in his arms. She makes it impossible to be a grump when she's around, easily the best part of his days.

[hunnyswift]

chapter one: who is bob fucking?

series masterlist next chapter

summary: in which the dagger squad is suspicious of bob floyd having a girlfriend and intend on spying on a date, but really? it’s just his little sister who’s paying him a visit.

chapter cw: profanity, sexual innuendos, phoenix x hangman (i had to lol), nosey ass friends

18+ mdni

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for a couple of weeks , bob had been passing on going out with the team. “ah , i’ve already got plans for the night,” and “gonna call it early today,” being only two of the several excuses he had made to get out of hanging out at the hard deck. after about the fourth time of bailing , the group started raising concerns — behind bob’s back.

“maybe he’s realizing he doesn’t wanna hang around hangman anymore. probably tired of the constant harassment,” phoenix suggested , nudging the blonde man with her elbow and a smile.

“nah , he’s probably shaking up with some girl and doesn’t want us to know about it,” fanboy conspired , shaking his head at the prior idea. “payback saw some gir texting him the other day.”

everyone looked at payback , wanting some answers to the several questions they had. when did this happen? what was her name? what did the text say? could you tell if it was his girlfriend? why didn’t you tell us?

phoenix came off the nosiest , not believing that her own friend would keep a secret like this. hangman and coyote couldn’t believe what they were hearing in general — baby on board keeping his hookup a secret! rooster was in some sort of disbelief , but he couldn’t help but be a little proud of bob.

rooster had gotten closer with bob than he expected when he first met the kid. he was always shy and awkward , especially around women. “good for him,” he spoke aloud, “we should leave him be.”

“hold on , we just found out bob’s banging some chick in secret and you want us to not poke around and find out who it is?” hangman laughed , receiving a harsh slap to the back of his head from phoenix.

“yeah,” rooster replied. simple as that. he sipped on his beer , looking at hangman harshly. “respect his privacy. you bother all of us enough.”

“c’mon , rooster!” fanboy cried , pleading with the man, “we at least gotta figure out who it is!”

“they’re going for dinner tomorrow evening,” payback chimed in , not siding too heavily for either choice. he couldn’t care less about snooping around , but it was fun to watch everyone else get all twisted about it all.

phoenix agreed next , throwing out a simple “it’d be nice to at least know where he’s going off to all the time.”

“fine,” rooster gave up. he wouldn’t be able to stop the team from doing what they wanted , so what was the point in arguing. “but we need to come up with a plan that’s not obvious.”

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you were loving san diego so far. with your brother getting stationed there for the foreseen future , you decided visiting for a while would be nice. get a change of scenery , a break from your current life that was in shambles.

just before coming out west , your boyfriend of five years left you out of the blue. he said that ‘there just isn’t a spark anymore’ and that he had met someone else. he admitted to seeing her for months at that point , apologizing for how it all happened but knowing it was ‘for the best’.

to you , it was all a pile of bullshit. you packed all of your things up that night and left. you called your big brother right away , and that’s when all of the tears you held back came rushing out. you both decided it would be nice for you to come out west and spend some time with him before moving back to your parents’ place for awhile. it would give you time to process everything.

since coming out , you’d been living your best life. robbie found you a nice place to rent out for awhile. it was a small airbnb not too far off base. you were by yourself , but most days he came over anyway. you had found it was for the better , that you didn’t spend too much time by yourself at the condo.

you found yourself coming up with things to do throughout the days. there was a small market every tuesday and friday morning down the road that you frequented , a surfing class you picked up , and you even decided to start learning how to paint. even though you had picked up hobbies , when you were by yourself you tended to think back to the real world.

you had no place to live , no boyfriend , and no idea what to do with your life. it didn’t help that your only friend was your brother. you had tried convincing him to bring you around his squad , but robbie was firm on keeping work and personal separate. he didn’t think you’d like the team all that much anyway despite asking him about them all the time.

it was a friday. like usual , you and your brother had dinner plans— a new restaurant every week , trying to hit ever local place before you leave. but , you decided it was finally the time you were going to get him to break. you needed more friends than him. you were were starting to feel guilty. like you were keeping him from his life. what better way to start meeting people than , well , meeting people?

you arrive to the restaurant a little after your brother did. he already grabbed you a table , so you headed inside to find him. “robbie! this place is so cute!” you gasped , hugging him quickly before sitting down.

“eh— thought you’d like it , y’know? the menu looks good too,” he smiled coyly , picking his back up to scan again.

“great , i’m starving!” you groaned , settling in for dinner.

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“holy shit! baby on board bagged her?” hangman howled , watching you from the packed car he , rooster , phoenix , fanboy , coyote , and Payback managed to fit themselves in to stakeout the restaurant. their heads all turned as they watched you walk to meet up with bob. objectively , you were beautiful.

payback and fanboy high fived in congratulations to bob. he did good. “okay let’s go in!” payback suggested , reaching for the door handle.

rooster quickly slapped his hand away. “knock it off!”

“yeah , we found out he’s seeing a girl. maybe we shouldn’t crash their date?” phoenix cringed from the front seat. god , bob would be so embarrassed if —

“i’m going!” coyote laughed , opening a door , subsequently causing fanboy and rooster to fall out after him.

they all grumbled , phoenix shouting at them while payback and hangman jump out too. “c’mon , hot stuff! we’re crashing!” hangman smiled , opening her side’s door to let her out.

“jacob , this isn’t nice!” she huffed , trudging behind the guys with rooster at her side.

they entered the building , not even bothering to try and hide the fact they were crashing bob’s date. thankfully , the group was coming up behind you , and he got a look before you did.

“you have to be kidding me right now,” bob whined , interrupting you talking about one of the items on the menu.

“what , bobby?” you question , scrunching your nose up at his words. you see his eyes looking past you , so you turn in your chair. a group of people were walking your way , but you didn’t think anything of it and look at your brother again. “robert?”

“well , well , well. what do we have here?” a new voice cuts in as the group you saw stopped at your table. you looked up in confusion , seeing so many grins and smirks throughout their faces. the tall blonde in front was speaking, “who’s this lovely young lady , bob?”

your eyebrows furrowed , looking between your brother and the strangers. “bobby , do you know these people?”

“y/n , this is my team,” bob groaned , hating the moment happening right now, “what are you guys doing here?” he was clearly frustrated with the situation , but the moment you found out who everyone was , you were beyond excited. you didn’t even end up needing to ask bob about it again yourself. you got what you wanted without even trying to! it’s like the earth knew your plan of begging bob to introduce you to his friends for the hundredth time and decided to reward you with this.

“hi , guys! i’ve heard so much about you!” you beamed , waving at the group and rotating to face them better, “i was going to ask bobby when i was going to meet you all again tonight!” they all waved back politely with matching smiles.

“really? cause we haven’t heard anything ‘bout you! we had to stalk baby on board today to even get a glance!” a man laughed , not meaning for it to sound so brash.

you knew your brother didn’t talk about you to the team , so you didn’t see any harm in the comment. “yeah! he doesn’t like to brag about me too much,” you laughed it off.

“how long ya been dating our boy here for?” payback asked , excited to get some answers after knowing this partial secret by himself.

you audibly gagged , clutching your chest in protection of yourself in a way while bobby groaned , letting his head fall back. “oh , my goodness! ew , ew , ew , ew! no , no! that’s — no , that’s disgusting!” you rushed out , laughing in revulsion.

bobby cursed under his breath and took a deep breath. “this is my little sister , you guys.” god , help him get out of this.

his team all grumbled in confusion , clearly thinking you and him were on a date. “so you two aren’t secretly dating?” one of the men spoke up , pointing between you.

“and you haven’t been hiding your lover from us?” another asked bobby.

“i’m so confused!” the one woman guffawed.

“no!” you scoffed , looking at your brother across the table in disgust, “i’m in town visiting him , and he doesn’t want to mix work life and home life , so he’s been refusing to let me meet you all,” you explained.

“my plan was doing just fine until now,” bob grunted , crossing his arms. he knew his team. he knew the men were boys , and he didn’t want his sister getting anywhere near them. “thanks a lot.”

ooooh! first floyd!reader chapter:) pls lmk if u like it <3

[slxsherr]

Too Much!!

part II of Everybody Talks!!

pairing: cinephile!charlie walker x melophile!fem!reader

summary: charlie does a favor for you, taking you up on your promise of returning the favor.

wc: 1132

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex (p in v), oral sex (f! receiving), virginity loss, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, creampie

“No fucking way,” Charlie says, leaving the classroom quickly, leaving you to stumble after him on wobbly legs sore from sitting on your knees.

“Come on, Charlie. Please? It’ll be just one night,” you follow him, begging despite the ache in your jaw.

“Yeah, but if I let you go then all of your little followers are gonna wanna come too. It’s my film festival, I’m not gonna let it be ruined by a bunch of music nerds,” Charlie says, rejecting your request to attend Stab-A-Thon once more. 

“I will not tell anyone where it is or let anyone follow me. Please, let me go and I will do anything you want,” you reassure him, holding onto his arm to keep him from walking away. 

“Why do you wanna go so bad?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Does it matter?” You shoot back.

“Whatever. But you can’t go back on your word,” he says, wrenching his arm out of your grip to leave.

Charlie and Robbie plan their final Stab-A-Thon, and Charlie forces himself to send you an invite once all the preparations are made. He’s still not sure why you want to go, you’ve never wanted to in the past, but he didn’t think you’d wanna come just to flirt with some guy. It’s disgusting, watching you fawn over the unknown partygoer.

Not even Kirby’s half-hearted compliments can distract him from you, from how your hand trails from his bicep to rest on his shoulder, from how you laugh and smile at whatever dumb joke he made, from how angry he feels that it’s not him you’re gushing over. What makes that guy so interesting? So funny? So deserving of your affection?

He’s a little tipsy, on his second drink of the night, the first movie just about to end. Still watching you instead of the movie, he waits until the guy walks off to presumably refill your drinks, two cups in hand as he heads towards the coolers. While he’s gone, Charlie walks up to you, deciding he wants his favor returned now. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Charlie asks, taking the guy’s place in front of you.

“Yes, very much. Thank you for the invite,” you say, looking behind him.

“Do you remember your promise?” He asks, irritated by your inattention. 

“Of course. Why? Finally know what you want?” You ask, now focused on him.

“Yes,” he answers, savoring your attention. 

“Tell me tomorrow, and I’ll make it happen,” you say, moving to walk around him, but he stops you. 

“No, it has to be tonight,” he says, pulling you out of the farmhouse to one of the smaller, private abandoned structures on the property.

“Fine. What do you want?” You ask, following him away from the party.

“I wanna fuck you,” he says, pushing you into the withering shack. 

“And this couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” You ask, turning around to watch him enter after you, slamming the decrepit door shut. 

“No,” he says, approaching you slowly, not quite sure what to do now that he’s alone with you. 

“Alright then, let’s be quick. I wanna be back in time for the second movie,” you say, pulling him towards you until your back meets the wall. 

“Why? I thought you hated movies,” he says, breathing heavier as you palm him over his jeans. 

“I don’t hate movies, I just love pressing your buttons,” you say, guiding his hands to your chest. 

“You really do,” he says, thinking of the guy he just stole you away from. 

“So are we gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, your hand squeezing his cock teasingly. 

He whirls you around until you’re facing the wall, shoving you forward until you must brace yourself with your arms. You lean forward, pushing out your ass for him, not expecting him to lick you over your panties when he flips your skirt up. They fall to the ground easily once he pulls them past your knees, licking your cunt messily, hands holding your hips still as you try to jerk away from the wet muscle.

“Charlie,” his name leaves your lips in a whine. 

“Oh, that’s right. I’m sorry, you wanted this over quickly,” he says, standing up and unbuttoning his jeans. “You wanna get back to the movie and that fucking asshole,” he says, his jeans and boxers pushed down his knees. 

“Just fuck me,” you beg, pushing back against him as he holds the thick tip of his dick at your entrance. 

He gives no verbal response, only thrusting into you until his hip bones are flush against your ass. Stilling for a moment, his head spins as he experiences the tight heat of a pussy for the first time, and he realizes he may have overestimated his endurance. His hands grip your hips firmly, nails digging crescent moon shapes into your skin, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you woke up with bruises in the morning. 

With the way he has you bent over, you feel like you’re being split apart. It’s a pleasant ache, sending white hot pleasure through your very bones. You’re grinding back against him greedily, urging him to move already. 

“Charlie, please,” you moan sweetly, pushing back until you feel his hip bones digging into your skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, finally moving. 

He curses as he fucks you, from the pleasure and for his overconfidence. Embarrassingly close to cumming, he reaches one hand around in front of you to swipe his fingers over your folds. His movements are clumsy, he’s not quite sure what he’s looking for, but eventually he finds the small bud. Rubbing circles on your sensitive pearl, your legs begin to shake from the stimulation, clenching tighter around him.

“Did you just–” you begin to ask, feeling your walls flood with warmth.

“Shut up and take it,” he interrupts you, grunting with every thrust. 

Despite his premature ejaculation, he doesn’t stop. It’d be way too embarrassing if he didn’t make you cum, and he’s not gonna let you hold that over him. So, he rubs his cock raw inside your pussy, too fucked out from his self-inflicted overstimulation to hear the whimpers leaving his mouth. 

It’s sinful, the noises he makes as he’s slumped over you. He’s all you can feel, around you, inside you, he’s all you can hear, moaning right next to your ear, dick pushing out the cum he’s already released inside you. You squeal when his movements become desperate, milking his cock as you cum, and he has to bite your shoulder to suppress the cry he lets out as reaches his second orgasm. 

“Still wanna go back and watch the movie?” He asks, catching his breath. 

“Only if you watch it with me,” you answer, teasing lilt in your voice.

[companionjones]

Love is in the Air (Why Didn’t You Tell Me?)

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the episode of Victorious “Beggin’ on Your Knees,” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Y/n=Your name

W/n=Wrong name

*******

    Love was in the air at Hollywood Arts, and you absolutely hated it. You sat on the stairs in the main hallway and watched all the main couples of the school go about their day.

    Trina came into view. She was running after Jade. “Babe! I said I was sorry!”

    Jade’s jaw tightened as she turned back around to her girlfriend. “You walked in on my auditions!”

    “I’m sorry! You know how I get! I see an opportunity and I just gotta take it. Y’know?”

    Her words didn’t soothe Jade’s anger. “My audition isn’t your opportunity!”

    Trina paused for a moment. “Well, yeah. I know that now...Listen what if I buy you those new scissors you wanted?”

    That seemed to immediately resolve a lot of Jade’s resentment. “...The ones that are diamond encrusted?”

    “The very same,” Trina nodded. “Do you like me again?”

    Jade took a step up to Trina, took her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Maybe...”

    The two walked off together.

    “Whatcha doin’?” Beck was suddenly looming over you.

    You turned around to look at him. “Wallowing in my loneliness.” You turned back around and rested your head on your hands.

    “...That sounds like fun,” Beck responded, not knowing what else to say.

    “Robbie!!! Robbie!!!” Cat burst onto the scene by running down the stairs and screaming bloody murder for Robbie. She reached the middle of the main hallway and released her loudest scream yet. “ROBBIE SHAPIRO!!!”

    The boy came sprinting into view on Cat’s right. “What? What is it? Everyone’s telling me you’re looking for me, Cat. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

    “No,” Cat answered, much calmer than before.

    “Then what is it?” Robbie asked, still very concerned.

    Cat’s response was simple: “I missed you.” She then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Robbie’s torso.

    Robbie let his head rest on top of hers. Probably to equally revel in her cuteness and insanity. “I...I missed you too, sweetheart...But next time, maybe try calling me on the phone...” His voice trailed off as he and Cat walked away.

    “Hey, guys.” Tori approached you and Beck, hand-in-hand with André.

    You immediately rolled your eyes. “Here we go. Yet another couple to rub their happiness in my face.”

    “I’m sorry?” Tori wasn’t sure if she should’ve apologised for her happiness.

    “What’s with the sour attitude?” André wondered. When he and Tori came to a stop, he traded holding hands with her with putting an arm around her shoulder.

    “Nothing’s up. Right, Y/n?” Beck answered for you. Before you could respond to Beck, he asked the three of you, “You guys wanna get lunch?”

    Both Tori and André nodded. “Sure.”

    Beck grabbed your hand. “You’re coming too. C’mon.” He dragged you along with him.

    Outside, you were mainly focusing on your food, which was why you didn’t notice, at first, a guy walk up next to you. When you did notice him, you saw that he wasn’t just a guy, he was Ryder Daniels, a senior. A really hot senior at that. He was talking to you.

    “Hey. It’s W/n, right?”

    “Y/n.” Beck corrected without looking up from his meal.

    Ryder cleared his throat. “Y/n, right. How are you doing?”

    “I-I’m doing okay...How are you?”

    Ryder smiled at you. “I’m good. So, Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

    You felt your eyes widen. “With me?”

    Vaguely, you heard Beck go, “With her?”

    Ryder gave a weird look to Beck. “Yeah...” He turned back to you. “What do you think?”

    “Uh, s-sure.” You had to physically push the word out.

    “Great.” Ryder grinned and walked away.

    “Great!” you called after him, then turned back to your friends. “What just happened?”

    Tori was the first to answer. “What do you think just happened? You got a date!”

    Your heart was beating out of your chest. “Really? Are you sure?”

    “Yes!” André congratulated you. “Be happy, Y/n!”

    You were pretty sure that was what you were feeling. Your heart wouldn’t slow down to tell you anything else.

    That night, you had just finished a pretty fun night with Ryder. You couldn’t believe it, but you were pretty sure you had just fallen into your first relationship.

    There was a knock at your door.

    You walked toward it, confused. “Ryder? Did you forget something?” You opened your door to find not Ryder. “Beck?”

    “I don’t like this.” He came marching into your home.

    Your confusion only grew. “Don’t like what?”

    He jumped onto another subject. “How was your date?”

    “It went fine. We’re doing the Full Moon Jam together. Is this what you’re upset about?” you wondered.

    Beck’s jaw clenched. “Maybe.”

    “Why?” You were flabbergast.

    He thought for a second. “I don’t-I don’t know, but I just don’t like the idea of you with someone else--”

    “Are you kidding me?!” you shrieked. “All this time, I’ve been alone, Beck. So I swear to god, if you tell me you like me now--”

    “I don’t like you!” he shouted back. “I just don’t want to see you with him! I don’t want to see you with anyone unless it’s m--” Beck immediately stopped talking as realisation dawned on his face.

    “...Get out,” was all you had to say.

    Beck hung his head as he followed your order.

    And just like that, you were left alone.

    The next day, you were excited to see Ryder again. You were excited to see anyone that could distract you from Beck. You decided to meet Ryder at his locker.

    You were about to round the corner when you heard Ryder talking to one of his friends.

    “Hey, Ryder. Congratulations! I heard you’re dating that one girl--What is it--W/n?”

    “Yeah. Only until she gets me an A on this Full Moon Jam assignment. Then you can have her.”

    That was all it took to have you booking it in the other direction.

    You weren’t sure how many hours you spent in the janitor’s closet, but you were pretty sure you’d heard the bell ring three times. You weren’t willing to do the math.

    Suddenly, the door to the closet burst open. “There you are!” Beck called out, relieved. “Jesus, I’ve got everyone looking for you, y’know...Y/n?”

    “He’s using me,” you tearfully informed, “He’s using me to get a good grade on the Full Moon Jam assignment, then he’s gonna dump me.”

    Beck didn’t know what to say, “Oh, Y/n.”

    “Why didn’t you say anything?” You sprung to your feet.

    He thought you were talking about Ryder. “I didn’t know--”

    “Not about him. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me before all this mess?”

    Beck was ashamed. “I didn’t know about that either until Ryder asked you out.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me--?” Your sobs cut you off. You started crumpling into yourself until Beck enveloped you in a hug.

    For some reason, life didn’t seem so bad anymore. You hugged him back. The tears kept falling.

    “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” Beck whispered, “Whether I have you or not. No one will ever treat you like this again--”

    You kissed him.

    It was an intense kiss. Beck roughly backed you against some drawers, and you forcefully ran your fingers through Beck’s hair.

    Eventually, you two had to part for air, and you just smiled.

    “What’s the smile about?” Beck asked. His expression matched yours.

    “Oh, a few things,” you answered teasingly. You kissed him again. “I think I know how to get revenge on Ryder, and I’m gonna need your help.

    “Anything,” Beck promised you.

    “Good,” you grinned, and kissed him again.

*******

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you!

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 58 | Part 59 | Part 60

“Huh,” Robin says, squinting at Eddie before continuing to bandage Steve up.

He blinks at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” She shrugs. “Just… I think you’re gonna be better for him than I thought.”

Steve frowns at her. “You thought he’d be bad for me?”

She flicks his forehead. “That’s not what I said, dingus. I thought he’d be good for you. I just didn’t think he’d be this good for you.”

He frowns and flicks her forehead back before beginning to smile. “So you approve of him?”

She exchanges a look with Eddie—a kind of can you believe him?—before smiling at Steve. “Yeah,” she says softly. “I do.”

Steve’s cheeks pinken as he grins first at her, then Eddie. “I’m glad.” After another minute, he flinches. “Ah- Jesus, Robs, what’re you trying to do, dig to China?”

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “Just trying to clean it.”

He sighs and tugs on her hands. “Stand up.” She does, and he frowns at her hands, still in his. “You’re shaking.”

“I hate seeing you hurt. And after everything that happened today…”

“I know,” he murmurs. “But tell me the truth, okay? Are you okay to finish this?” She bites her lip, and he sighs. “Okay. I’ll finish, Robbie. D’you wanna go talk Alli into making all of us some hot chocolate?”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to,” he answers. “You never hesitate when the answer is yes. Now go annoy Alli, okay? She’s always wanted a little sister.” He grins and ruffles her hair, and she squawks, batting his hand away.

“Fine! Fine, I’m going. But nothing had better happen in here,” she says, pointing at them. “I mean it. No funny business.”

“You know I’m older than you?” Steve asks, still grinning at her as he bodily turns her around.

“That means nothing and you know it,” she retorts, before walking out to the kitchen.

“She gonna be okay?” Eddie asks.

Steve smiles softly at him. “She’ll be fine. It’s just… it’s been four years of this shit, y’know? And every time we thought it was over, only for it to come back when we’d let our guards down.”

Eddie nods. “So she’s hesitant to believe it’s really over.”

“Exactly,” Steve agrees. “But it is, this time. We made sure of it. Now it’s just… time, I guess. Time to let us process, let us realize it is really over. Time to let us get over it.”

“And you?” Eddie asks, pulling him back over to his seat and sinking to his knees, grabbing the first aid kit and pulling it closer.

“Me,” Steve agrees, a bit dumbly. He blinks a few times when all Eddie does is look up at him. “Um. I’m gonna admit, everything went to white noise the moment you knelt down.”

Eddie chuckles. “Mind out of the gutter, sweetheart, we promised Robin. How’re you holding up? What are you gonna need to do to process?”

Steve hums. “I think I just need time, too. What I’m most worried about is going back to my time, and everything that’ll have changed because of this. ‘Cause yeah, it all sucked, but I learned some really valuable lessons and made some really good friends that I wouldn’t have otherwise.”

Eddie chuckles. “I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem. It’s hard not to like you.”

Steve blushes, but fires back, “Have you met Mike?”

Eddie snickers. “Mike’s a twerp, and besides, I’m sure you can win him over if it comes down to it.”

Steve shrugs, and they fall silent, Steve watching as Eddie finishes cleaning out the wound and carefully applies a clean bandage. “There,” he murmurs, fingers lingering on the edge. “Feel okay? Too tight?”

“Feels fine,” Steve promises. “Where’d you learn that?”

Eddie sends him a crooked smile. “Before I came to live with Wayne.”

“Oh,” Steve whispers.

Eddie smiles easily at him. “It was a long time ago. I’m alright.” He sets his hands on Steve’s thighs. “Should we talk about this? About us?”

“We should,” Steve agrees, picks up Eddie’s hands to toy with them. “The hardest part, I think, is we don’t know what’s going to happen. We don’t know if the me from this time will remember. We don’t know if I’ll remember once I’m back in my time. And there’s not really a way to test it.”

“I think that makes it easier,” Eddie says softly. “Here and now, in the here and now, what do you want? What do you want us to be?”

Steve flushes and ducks his head. “What do you want?”

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie says teasingly, shaking his head with a smile. “I asked you first.”

Steve ducks his head even further. “I- I guess… boyfriends? If that’s- if you-”

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, squeezing his hands. “That sounds great.”

“Okay,” Steve whispers back, squeezing his hands. He’s grinning wide enough his eyes are slits. “Cool.”

Eddie bursts out into giggles, rocking up onto his knees to kiss Steve’s forehead. “Cool,” he agrees.

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[bluektw]

CK S6 Part 1 Spoilers

I'M SO FUCKING PISSED.

ok, Keenry is still the best couple? Yes

But it was so out of character for him not go console her, like I'm sorry I would care more about my girlfriend than getting a headband. Other than that, he and Tory have probably the best set ups in this part.

I'm really pissed at Robby, but I do think that in part 2 maybe their promise will come back up, and they might support each other even in different dojos (Hard to believe, but it would be the best outcome) I also hope we finally see him going after Tory this time, S5 was only her pining, now is his turn

Tory Nichols they could never make hate you. You wanna fight in CK? go queen. I get why she's doing it, it's not healthy, will probably end bad for her again, but I do hope her going back has SOME payoff, please don't let her go back just to lose to Sam again. I'm thinking either her or Robby will be injured in the tournament, and I have seen theories she will jump back to MF but I don't know (and now I'm pretty sure Sam will win, and honestly I'll just have to make my peace with that).

Btw that flashback she had? ALL PAIN. I was crying. Also really sad no Brandon and that the first time we saw her mom she was dead. Can't she get a break? Like we know she's not the writers favorite, but come on?? You really gave her ALL a teenager shouldn't have to deal with in one episode.

Now hm... Why is Kwon so interesting? Can I have more of him? Why is he so angry with the world? is his family shitty? What happened for him to become like this? I need answers. (Manifesting him and Tory developing an ACTUAL friendship, I don't usually win but I hope I get this) (Also, three fucking revolutions in that move. THREE. How exactly is he going to lose? I don't know, but if the world didn't revolve around Miyagi Fang, my bets were on him to win)

Kreese... Holy fuck you know? Like wow, hallucination 10/10 loved that scene. And sure, it is for selfish reasons, but I still love that he felt something was missing without Tory. (Love this fucked up dynamic so fucking much)

How could they possibly make Chozen boring after episode 1? Why didn't we have more of him training students? One on one? I FUCKING WANTED HIM AND TORY TO HAVE A BOND.

Honestly Daniel, Johnny they could never make me like you, but not at least I'm more indifferent than disliking altogether. (I like Johnny a bit more than Daniel, not sure why)

Devon... Devon... I get why she did it, but come on? I really wanted Kenny to go. Also, the less Anthony in my screen the better, just let Kenny and Devon being friends and I'm good.

Sam and Miguel I have NEVER been more indifferent to your characters, arcs and whatever. How could they make them SO boring? I was almost skipping their scenes.

edit: Forgot to mention I did enjoy Sam and Tory dynamic an how they got over their shit, but now all is back to hell thank you Kreese.

[intricatechaosofyou]

ENCHANTED PT. 2

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: A sequel to Enchanted (takes place right after). Bob takes you home and helps assure you that he’s okay.

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content, no sex but like…sleeping naked together? So 18+?

Author’s Note: self-indulgent one here, my friends. Just want to snuggle with Bob. And will someone please tell me if I’m doing my tag list right?

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You smiled as Bob pulled into your driveway. Unbuckling your seat belt, you glanced at him. The engine was still running.

“Aren’t you gonna turn the car off?”

“Why?” Bob asked, blinking. “I’ll just have to start it again to go home.”

You rolled your eyes with a fond smile. Moving to sit on your knees, you leaned across the center console to whisper in his ear. “Robby, I’m inviting you in.”

“Oh,” Bob muttered, a blush spreading across his face.

Smirking, you got out of the car, swinging your hips a little more than usual as you approached your door.

The sound of the engine turning off and Bob’s car door slamming shut made the smirk on your face grow. Opening the front door, you stepped into the small house with Bob following in right after you.

“Finally got the hint?” You questioned, bending over without warning to take off your shoes, nearly making Bob run into you.

“Y- yeah.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Bob’s nervous answer. Straightening up, you kissed his cheek. “C’mon, I got a couple of beers with our names on ‘em.”

Bob slid off his shoes and followed you into the kitchen.

Before you could make your way to the fridge to grab two bottles of beer, two large hands grabbed your waist and lifted you up onto the counter. A gasp left your lips as you stared at Bob. He glanced nervously up at you, eyes darting back to floor as a small smirk graced his face.

“Robert Floyd!” You laughed.

“What happened to Robby?” He joked, looking up at you again.

You laughed and smoothed his hair back. “Robby’s only for when you’re not scaring me shitless.”

“It was payback for that hug tonight. You scared me, I scared you.”

Blushing, you turned to look away from him. “Did I really scare you?”

“I just thought you were in trouble or something, Darlin’. Didn’t think it was because you were worried about me,” Bob admitted. He gently reached up to grab your chin, tilting your head so you’d look at him.

“Well, I was,” you affirmed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to ignore the way the pet name rolled so easily off his tongue. “I just wanted to know you were okay.”

He smiled, moving his hands to cradle your jaw before pressing his lips to yours with more fervor than he had at the bar. It was still sweet and entirely Bob, but now there was a longing that wasn’t there before when he pressed his tongue into your mouth.

You let out a quiet moan, tangling your fingers into Bob’s hair and tugging.

A groan left Bob’s throat and he pulled back from you, chest heaving. “I don’t usually do this.”

“Neither do I,” you admitted, letting your hands drop to rest on his chest. “But this feels different, Robby.”

“Yeah?” He whispered.

“Yeah.” You smiled. “C’mon, why don’t you take me to bed?”

“Are you sure? Don’t wanna take this too fast—“

You shut him up with a gentle kiss. “We don’t gotta do anything. Just wanna be close to you so I know you’re here,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Alright, Darlin’.”

His hands found their way under your thighs and your legs wrapped around his hips. It was a little surprising how easily he was able to pick you up and carry you around, but he was in the Navy after all.

“Second door on the left,” you told him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He brought you into your room, kicking the door shut with his heel. He sat you down on your bed and went to stand up, but you hooked your fingers in his collar before he got too far. Pulling him down to connect your lips, you relished in the small gasp that left him.

You lay back on the bed, bringing him with you. Bob crawled onto the bed, leaning on his forearms so he was hovering above you.

“Darlin’,” Bob panted, pulling back slightly.

Instead of responding you just whined, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging it down slightly.

The moan that Bob let out was music to your ears, and you desperately wanted to hear it again, so you tugged at his lip again.

Bob growled, a deep rumbling sound that made you gasp. “Do that again and I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t make that sound so tempting, Lieutenant,” you teased, hands moving into his hair and giving it a sharp tug.

Bob’s eyes squeezed shut as he willed himself to be a gentleman. “Darlin’—“

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you begged, hooking your legs around his hips again.

He couldn’t deny you, especially not when your lips were swollen from the frantic kissing, hair splayed out on the bed, hips pressed flush against his. So he kissed you again, slow and deep as he memorized your taste.

But Bob was greedy. He wanted to memorize more than just your mouth.

His mouth trailed down, pressing kissed down the column of your throat, lingering a little longer on your pulse point before continuing lower.

When he got to the top of your sundress, he pulled back, just taking the sight of you in.

Your sundress had ridden up, revealing the lacey trim of your blush pink panties, and your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Robby,” you whined. “Please.”

“You said we weren’t doing anything,” he countered, teasing lilt in his voice.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we met.”

“That’s only two weeks, Darlin’.”

“Don’t care. Don’t care what we do, just wanna feel you.”

Bob smiled fondly at you, reaching down to grasp the skirt of your sundress in his hands. “This alright with you?”

Nodding, you sat up to help him take the dress off.

Last week, you were terrified you might never see him again. And now here you were, letting him strip you down. You had been so worried and now craved some sort of contact to assure you that he was alright, that he was here, safe with you. Bob seemed to understand.

Once the dress was off, he reached behind you and unclipped your bra. You let it fall and tossed it off the edge of the bed.

Before you could even begin to feel insecure, Bob pressed you back against the mattress again. He peppered kisses across your collar bones before dipping down and kissing down the valley of your breasts, the cold rims of his glasses a stark contrast to the heat his lips left behind.

You gasped, arching your back to press yourself closer to him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Bob muttered, leaving kisses on any inch of your exposed skin he could find.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you let him cover your body with kisses.

“Robby,” you whispered, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

He hummed in response, leaning back and pulling his shirt over his head.

You sat up and slid your hands down his now bare chest. “Jesus, Robby. You’ve been hiding all this under that uniform of yours?”

Blushing, Bob just shrugged.

“Don’t be modest. You’re hot. Own it.” You sent him a wink and grabbed his belt, slowly unbuckling it.

The two of you managed to get his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he moved to lay down next to you, opening his arms.

You didn’t hesitate to straddle his waist and lay down on top of him. With your chests pressed together, all your worries from the past week melted away.

Bob was here.

Bob was okay.

Bob was yours.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, basking in the skin to skin contact.

Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m right here, Darlin’. I promise.”

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[wazzappp]

Retroviruses got me fucked up

@moosemonstrous are u ready for a dissertation? I hope so.

people who followed me for art I'm so sorry

ALRIGHT so we're gonna cover a couple areas.

General information about retroviruses.

Details about The Corruption and theories about how it works inside the body.

SPECIFICALLY ROBBIES viral weird shit. Cause what he has going on is even more fucked up than normal fucked up. Fucked up squared.

Me ranting about skin necrosis and why I shouldn't have just. Thown it in there because I thought it would look fucky wucky.

GENERAL INFORMATION ABOUT RETROVIRUSES:

As most people know, a virus is a cell that enters the body of a host and alters its DNA to turn that hosts cells into virus making factories. This is what allows viruses to duplicate and spread through the body so quickly. But whats that? 'What makes retroviruses different from other viruses?' I hear you asking? WELL EXCELLENT QUESTION THATS A PERFECT PLACE TO START. A retrovirus is different because its method of self duplication involves an enzyme called reverse transcriptase. This makes retroviral infection PERMANENT. Even if the virus is defeated by the immune system, those changes stick around. The phrasing used was 'ipso facto mutagenic' meaning 'by the fact itself/inevitable'.

...Which is kinda metal honestly I want it on a tee shirt (definetly not thinking of Amadeus saying that to Robbie as he tries his best to explain theres no way to undo whats going on with him. nahhhh angst don't got a hold on me like that [<- vibrating])

'Ohhh but if those genetic changes never go away, doesn't that mean that those viruses will get passed on through peoples children?' ASKING SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS TODAY MY MUTUAL BECAUSE THE ANSWER IS YES. Once a retrovirus codes itself into a hosts gnome, its called a provirus (pro gamer move right there) Fun (not fun) fact around 8% of the human gnome is made of proviruses. These are called endogenous viruses, and for the most part they just kinda sit there and stay dormant. TERRIFYINGLY, other viral infections can trigger these endogenous viruses out of dormancy. As for what actually causes a provirus to go dormant uhhhhhhhh I dunno. Couldn't find an answer in my research someone make me look stupid with an answer please because I wanna know.

Ok now lets talk about the immune system a little bit. There are a few different kind of cells at work (hehehehehe) that help to fight viruses and other infections in the body. The first are Cytotoxic T cells or Killer T Cells. These are the cells that directly destroy cells displaying genetic patterns they recognize as bad. Next we have CD+4 Cells (Helper T Cells) which act as a library that stores information about how to identify an infected cell, and shares that information with other Killer T cells once one figures it out. Then there are the Regulatory T cells which suppress your immune responses to maintain homeostasis. They're what (USUALLY) stops your immune system from killing you while trying to clear a virus. Last there are Macrophage. CELLS AT WORK MAID MILFS- I mean cells that clear the debris that remain after the Killer T Cells are done destroying them.

Retroviruses have two primary ways of either side-stepping the immune system or just. Overwhelming it completely. Acutely transforming retroviruses do just that. They reproduce too quickly for Killer T cells to destroy them all and exhaust the system. The second type are called Non Acute Retroviruses. They camouflage viral particles as immune cells to suppress the immune system. For example, HLTV-1 is a retrovirus that disguises itself as a Regulatory T cell to artificially suppress the immune response thats trying to kill it.

HTLV-1 is really interesting because most of the time patients are asymptomatic, but 5% can graduate to HTLV-1 associated myelopathy/tropical spastic paraparesis, which affects the spinal cord and white matter of the central nervous system. This usually results in the weakening of lower extremities and sometimes total bowl/bladder control loss. It suckkssssss (but is also a retrovirus that affects the central nervous system so were circling back to it later 👀).

SPECULATION ABOUT THE CORRUPTION:

I've said previously that The Corruption has potential for a retrovirus that affects the central nervous system by degrading the brains ability to regulate muscular contraction, while also pumping out a ton of cortisol and adrenaline to encourage 'hysterical strength'.

Now I did a little more research about Hypoglycemia and combined with the nerve damage people would likely die from cardiac arrhythmia, which is a life threatening kind of ventricular fibrillation. Long and short, it means their hearts don't have the proper energy and stimulation to keep beating properly, so they stop beating in sync. This results in insufficient blood flow to vital areas like the brain, and combined with the inadequate blood sugar, this would result in very fast brain death.

Let's talk about the immune systems response to this Corruption retrovirus. We would most likely see lots of inflammation, and with the main focus being on nerve cell this would probably result in meningitis, which is inflammation of the tissue surrounding the brain and spinal cord. If left untreated this could result in a coma and then death. So we're seeing a SHIT ton of pressure on the brain and central nervous system. Which is like. VERY BAD for a person. We're talking brain death very very fast.

As for how the virus would target the nervous system directly we could look to real world examples like rabies (ahhhh rabies. can never get away from you). The virus would attach to nicotinic acetylcholine receptors, which are what turns chemical signals into electrical signals in your nerves. It would then spread through the axons of the central nervous system and eventually reach the brain. We could also pull a rabies with 'once you see symptoms it's too late' which I, personally, find fucking terrifying.

In terms of the virus losing its effectiveness once outside the body of a Demon/Kaiju we would likely need to look at the anatomy of a retrovirus itself. The outermost area is composed of envelope spikes, which tell the cell to let it in. After that is an envelope protein which plays an important role in complete virus particle (virion) assembly. Theres then a protein shell that contains reverse transcriptase and the RNA gnome that it will use to recode a host cell. If this virus evolved to survive in an environment that is always warm (hell. lol. lmao.) it might not be prepared to deal with these colder temperatures in our world. This could result in damage to the protective protein barriers and cause damage to the real important parts, the RNA and reverse transcriptase. This would mean that the virus would not be near as effective as a fully intact retrovirus cell.

The Corruption could be an endogenous virus thats embedded into the Demon/Kaiju gnome that wouldn't affect them, but would absolutely affect us because we haven't seen them before.

ROBBIES WEIRD FUCKSHIT:

alright guys this is where we put the FI into SCIFI cause your about to read a whole lot of nonsense sentences.

Robbie. Robbie is fucking WEIRD in EVERY universe and this shit is absolutely not different. Him being exposed to that previously mentioned damaged version of the virus from a young age might not give him true immunity but it would give him SOMETHING to work with. His immune system is at least slightly familiar with it and at this point whatever damaged version he came into contact with has already established itself as a provirus in him.

The Corruption thats established itself in The Charger is different.

Like I mentioned in my first diagram, I think there was a chemical reaction that stabilized the corrosive aspect of The Corruption, but this reaction would also have had an effect on the retroviral properties of the Demon/Kaiju material. ESPECIALLY when we add Eli into the mix.

Now, I think generally the amount of radiation that these viruses would be exposed to would kill them (if you believe viruses are alive. there is some MEGA debate going on about that). But if the corruption was just stabilized/hardened on the outside and left squishy and organic on the inside, that would successfully protect everything. And whats that organic squishyness on the inside? EXCELLENT QUESTION AGAIN. If Eli died while inside The Charger then it's not a stretch to think his DNA would have been incorporated and stored via through the natural processes of the retrovirus as a provirus. And so you end up with the genetic mixture of a horrifying creature capable of heinous acts, and a Demon/Kaiju. WITH retroviral properties. Dear god.

Robbie would get exposed to this the very first time he enters the Charger. Because of his semi-immunity + genetic relation to Eli he would likely be able to overcome the more meatsuit damaging aspects of this mixture and just get right through the genome editing without much fuss from his immune system. We would still have a certain degree of damage to his nervous system which allows for that change in strength that would occur in usual examples of the virus (maybe some added aggression from mild influence in his amygdala), but not to a deadly degree. Honestly this shit would barely classify as a virus its just. A nightmare mutagen at this point. So while some of his gnome would remain fairly the same, a good 30% to 50% is megafucked.

Changing Robbies genotype to this degree will naturally result in a change to his phenotype! For the sake of fun were gonna ignore stem cells and their weirdness (for now. I just need to stew on it a little longer and I can make up some bullshit I'm sure). The damage his muscles would experience from less regulated signals would mean they experience muscle tears and subsequent muscle growth. For usual muscle damage from exercise this takes a few days, so if we wanted to keep with that timeline it could be interesting to introduce some minorly sped up healing. That would also be fun for reactivating the growth plates in his bones to allow him to become bigger and taller overall (boring body horror my beloved @cicada-candy that term is never leaving).

THEN you can get into some of the fucky wuckier traits like tapetum lucidum and TEEF. TEEEEEEFFFF. The teeth in particular could go a few different ways. You could just have growth and development of the canines resume until they become elongated and more prominant. OR. You could replace the teeth with bony protrusions from the skull that would push out the original canines and grow in their place. Because of the time it takes for bones to heal your looking at this happening around 20 weeks out. Literally any fun trait you want to take from Demon/Kaiju could apply here.

The most important part would be the nerve bundles on his spine that would be used to bluetooth to The Charger (<- this is a nonsense sentence. I am aware of this). These would provide faster communication with the charger and (theoretically) more intuitive movement, while also allowing him to eventually controlling the charger from the outside. Please note that this would cause EXTREME STRESS to his nervous system. It would be like a person trying to flex a muscle the size of another person for the first time. LEARNING PROCESS. TAKE IT SLOW OR HAVE AN ANEURYSM.

Which leads me to the youtuber apology part of this.

WHY I SHOULDNT HAVE JUMPED TO SKIN NECROSIS:

Skin necrosis is a result of the mass death of skin cells that is furthered by the damage to blood cells. This usually results in a blackened, leathery texture to the necrosed skin. I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN MENTIONED THIS.

What I SHOULD have done is said 'hmm ah yes it would make more sense for some protective covering over these nerve concentrations to either come from materials in Robbies body or to mutate into the skin of the Demon/Kaiju'. This is why we do sufficient research before getting back on our bullshit, wazz (mental note mental note mental note mental note).

I am quite partial to the idea of that stronger/thicker Demon skin/armor growing under Robbies skin and it just itches and burns until he cant ignore it anymore. And then he can pull off. Whatever skin is on the top of it. HEHHEHEHOHOHOHO DELICOUS MENTAL IMAGE of him panicking because he just wanted to scratch his back but now theres blood on his hands and skin sloughing off and dear fucking lord how did he get to this point in his life (<- I daydream about normal things guys don't worry. very average things).

ANYWAY uhhhh if you made it this far I love you. Legit. Have a cookie. Take a nap. Have a happy holidaze <3.

[livwritesstuff]

Angsty question- feel free to ignore if you want.

Historically, dads yelling has always been a very not-good sound. Especially to girls.

What happened the first time Steve or Eddie (or both) yelled? Not even at the girls; it could’ve been a heated argument they were having.

How old were the girls? What did they do? How did Steve and Eddie feel? What did they do?

oooh okay i definitely took my time mulling over this one bc i wanna make sure i’m getting my wording right

(and reading this back i’m realizing i kind of don’t really answer your actual question hope that’s okay lol)

I think a really important facet of this is that (in this ‘verse) Steve is a licensed and practicing trauma counselor. Not only does he know how harmful (and counter-productive) yelling can be, he also knows all sorts of other methods for communication that are just better.

It’s not that the girls don’t ever piss him off or do stupid shit and get in trouble – he just knows way more effective ways to get them to realize oh shit, I fucked up than by yelling at them.

(I think if anything, he could be a stress-yeller, but by the time he and Eddie start fostering kids, he’s been through so much shit that he doesn’t really ever hit that stress threshold anymore).

And then, I think with Eddie, he’s still as dramatic as ever even in middle-aged adulthood, and I think he gets loud about things pretty much regardless of the emotion behind it, so the girls aren’t super phased by it if/when he does get loud from a place of anger or frustration. I also feel like Eddie tends to defer to Steve when it comes to the heavier parts of parenthood, precisely because he knows that Steve is coming at it from a place of clinical expertise in a way that he himself isn’t. Steve isn’t a yeller, so neither is Eddie. Maybe if Steve had been more inclined to yell, Eddie would be too.

Same thing applies with Steve and Eddie’s communication with each other – they don’t really get into screaming matches over shit, but when they do argue or have disagreements or conflict or whatever, they get mean, and I think this is where there could be some problems. 

Like, they can throw some serious barbs at each other when they want to (and they’ve known each other for a long time so they’ve got plenty of ammo), and when the girls are little, it’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment that they actually can understand what their dads are saying.

Hence why, a few hours after an argument (about nothing – they were just both in pissy moods at the same time, and with Hazel not even five months old yet they’re not really getting much sleep which doesn’t help things at all), Steve finds three-year-old Robbie crying in her room, and when he asks her what’s wrong, she whimpers, “Moe said you and Daddy are gonna get a divorce.”

And, fuck, Moe is only six, and Steve didn’t know that she even knew what divorce was (though it’s possible he and Eddie had gossiped a little too close to the sun about one of their neighbors’ divorce earlier that same week, so maybe that one's on them), and the notion that her brain had been able to make that connection from the things she'd heard earlier had Steve feeling like the worst guy on the planet.

Then, when they sat down with the older two girls to make sure they knew that everything was fine and no one was getting divorced, it only got worse because Moe started repeating back to them the shitty things they had said to each other, and there’s a special kind of shame in hearing word-for-word the vitriol he’d directed at Eddie – who he loves; no argument could ever change that – coming out of his kindergartener’s mouth.

Yeah, so anyways, I don’t really think yelling would necessarily be an issue with them, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some real flaws in their communication that stick with the girls.

[dozingzzz]

these are @robbie-lee-zombie 's tickle questions! (sorry for the tag! ik you dont know me haha)

i thought id answer them because why not! also its a fun way for yall to get to know how i am tickle-wise since my blog is so new ☺️

1. What’s your favorite tickle tool?

honestly, just hands. but feathers and paint/makeup brushes are fun too. i just dont like the harsh/scratchy ones

2. Favorite Ler? (Tag them if you dare~)

im not super close with really anyone on here just yet, (totally feel free to change that, send me a dm lets be friends!!) so im not sure! i dont wanna tag someone i hardly know lol

3. Favorite Lee? (Tag them to call them out~)

same as #2!

4. Opinion on blindfolds/restraints? Why or why not?

not really my thing! they scare me like a lot haha. like im okay with maybeee my arms up or being pinned if i trust someone, but that's as far as ill go.

as a ler, ill pin a lee if they want it, but big bondage is still not my style. whatever the lee prefers other than that ☺️

5. A spot that gets you squealing?

this question is so cruel 🥲

lower back n back ribs

6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?

not sure. ive never been tickled for an extended period of time before, but id estimate maybe 2 minutes? before I need a break.

7. Ever have tickle fantasies?

if "fantasies" is being used non-sexually in this case, absolutely. haha i think about lots of cute little scenarios of either me tickling someone or them getting me.

8. Why did you make your tickle blog?

ive had a few before this that i abandoned, and have lurked for like 2 years since my last one, but i joined again because i love interacting with this community and having tickle friends makes me soo happy

(again, dm me!! id love to be friends)

9. Does anyone irl know of your interests?

nope! farr, far too scared haha

10. Can you say the t-word?

i think i can, ive never actually said it in front of anyone before because it never comes up, but like ive said it just fine sitting in my room or while reading aloud

11. Verbal teases, yes or no and why?

depends. some of the stuff i see is awkward and corny, i guess i would have to really experience it myself because most of what i see online doesn't appeal to me. im not sure if that would change if it was an actual interaction haha

this also is the reason i dont rp online as a lee, because its just awkward to me lol. i dont actually feel anything lol 😭

12. Upper body tickles or lower body tickles?

i like both, but probably upper body if i had to choose.

no, definitely not because my belly and back are there shush

13. Neck or ear tickles?

i dont think my ears are very ticklish, so probably neck tickles haha

14. Pinned on your back, or your stomach?

i dont think i could choose haha both make a bad spot super vulnerable 🥲

15. What do you love about the lees you know?

they're SO tooth-rottingly adorable oh my goddess. they make me wanna hold them in my lap and just gently tickle them silly you literal cutie pies.

16. What do you love about the lers you know?

one, they're also so adorable, and two, they're so nice about tickles 🥲 they make me feel so safe and nice

17. Feathers or Paint Brushes?

this question.. 🥲

i dont think i could choose i love them both

18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?

since i was young, like maybe 7-8 years old, i had that feeling about and fixation on tickling, and thats also when i became a little scared and very shy about the subject on top of being a very reserved child, and only just secretly watched yt tickle compilations in my bedroom. i didn't find out about the community until i was more like 11-12. it was huge to me since i thought i was just.. weird haha, and while i was very dumb and didn't put up proper boundaries, i engaged with tickle content for a while. when i was 14, i believe, i had this like year-long phase where i wanted to not be like that anymore, deleted tumblr, and tried to completely push it out of my life but surprise surprise haha! at 15, i started lurking again and here i am now at 17 with my current blog!

19. What’s your favorite way to be tickled? (As in provoked, teased into asking, etc.)

surprise tickles or having someone straight up ask if they can tickle me would probably be my favorites because i feel its SO cute, and also doesnt involve me asking.. also the second one usually means gentler tickles like we're cuddling on the couch or something and those aaa are for sure my favorites

20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees? (Asking for tickles vs Pissing someone off for tickles)

i love all lees because all of you are adorable and i will never say anything different, but someone coming up to me and asking for tickles will always hold a special place in my heart because AA its so incredibly cute it makes me so happy

i myself am a polite lee, im very shy irl in general and that kind of bleeds into how i am about tickles, so while it would take like a whole day of hyping myself up and figuring out how to ask and i would almost 100% chicken out, if i could ask i would. i don't like making people mad either haha

if you have any other tickle (or just normal!) questions you want my input on, my asks are open! ask away!!☺️

[m3gahet]

I wrote a fun little scenario featuring @thatwritingho ‘s Olive, Robin, and the boys. You can read it under the cut it was fun to do <3

This was weird.

The four of them are just hanging out in Robin's living quarters, shooting the shit as the manager chops away at some seriously large onions. It was rare to be invited into the scarily neat flat. Alabaster walls, marble floors, sleek black furniture.

It wasn't exactly inviting but Olive assumed that was exactly the blond's intention.

With that thought in her head it was even weirder watching her almost seem relaxed, especially with Pickles and Skwisgaar around. Olive held a smug sense of pride in being part of the selective few Robin didn't hate from the get go. She found herself watching mindlessly as the three joked around, a snicker escaping her watching Pickles almost fall off the barstool as Robin tossed something his way. She didn't snap out of it until realizing her attention was being demanded by the drummer.

“You good?” He asked, pierce brow raised and green eyes soft with concern. She sat up straighter on her stool and attempted to catch up on the current topic of discussion.

Which had apparently become knives.

“It seems like it sharps.” Skwisgaar stated, clearly confused by something.

“It's sharp, just not sharp enough.” Robin explains. She lifts the cutting board and sweeps the onions into a pan, sizzling as they hit the hot metal.

“But in the movies-”

“Skwisgaar, those are movies.” Robin is still holding the large kitchen knife as she puts a fist on her hip. Only the petite blonde could exclude that kind of intimidating energy in a pink apron and her fine hair in pigtails. “I'm not saying you couldn't fuck a dude up I'm just saying you'd need a good amount of force behind it.” Olive gets a kick out of the soft pout the guitarist gives feeling scolded.

“I feel like that hurt worse, ya know?” Pickles adds, looking to Olive for confirmation.

“Oh fuck yeah.” She exclaims, leaning onto the island counter. “Think about it like this. If a blade is sharp enough you might not even notice you've been sliced but a dull blade?” She grins at the morbid mental image she's begun to paint in her friends minds. “You gotta really hate the fucker to put them through that.”

“Brutal.” Skwisgaar says simply, Pickles nods in agreement before taking a swig of his beer. Weird as the whole situation is, it's kind of comfortable? It's nice to see Robin as relaxed as she can manage and the boys are always fun to be around. “How do yous even know dats?” Skwisgaar asks as Robin moves around him.

“Robbi would be into knife play.” Olive jokes before bursting into laughter at the guitarist's fearful expression and the way Pickles chokes on his own laughter.

“She's definitely got the rage fer it.” Pickles muses after clearing his throat with the aid of Olive patting his back firmly. She doesn't remove it from its place even with the drummer's airway cleared. The two of them snicker at Skwisgaar's visible concern.

“Ams you hearing dis?” He asks, He jumps feeling small hands on his waist before shoving him slightly.

“I said you could be in my space if you were useful.” Robin scolds. Olive wonders if she had even heard the discussion before seeing a rare glint in her dark eyes. “Why? You wanna find out?” She teases, lifting the edge of the knife towards him. Skwisgaar swallows hard before pushing her wrist down with a glare.

“That's not an answer, ya know?”

[hail-ey-m]

тσяυ σιкαωα—ιηѕє¢υяιтιєѕ

Relationship: romantic

!!TW: Insecurities!!

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♡Y/n-chan♡

Yoo Hoo~! I've been trying to get time to write to you earlier today, but I got caught up in stuff. Anyways, I wanted to ask you if you would be interested in becoming the new manager for my team?

Don't worry, you definitely have enough skill to be good at it! You could even meet my teammates and make some new friends! I think its a great idea so think about it k? And don't worry, they'll love you! I sure do, so they definitely will. You have a really great personality, so don't over think it!

I'm not one to sugar-coat things like this, so I assure you I'm being sincere. After all, if I love you, you must really be something ;) 

If anyone ever says otherwise, you tell me. K? I just wanna talk! They're obviously just jealous of how much cooler you are then them ;)

I get it. Feeling scared nobody will like you. Feeling like you have to put on a mask to be liked. You want to know what I've learned? People will always find something about you to not like, even if that mask of yours is ever so carefully crafted. So there is no point in trying to be something or someone you're not.

People will like you for you! That much I can swear. I can say this, because I've seen it, and your personality is so hard NOT to like! 

Anywho~ I got to go, but I'll get back with you later, I'm expecting an answer on the manager offer, k? 

Love you~

Toru ♡

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© 2023 Shiggy | All Rights Reserved | No portion of this work may be used or adapted in any way without the author's explicit consent.

[unclewaynemunson]

Time for the Wingman Wayne AU - Ronance Edition pt7! Only one more to go after this one :’) - Read from the beginning | or on ao3

As soon as they get out of the car, Robin realizes she made a colossal mistake. She should never have come here in the first place. Why did she let Eddie and Steve talk her into this?

It doesn't seem like her date has arrived yet, but none other than Nancy Wheeler is sitting on the tea garden's terrace, some fifty yards away from the parking lot. Even with her back towards them, she's looking like she came straight from a fairytale: her curls are shining golden in the sunlight, she's wearing a fluffy pastel purple cardigan that looks like it's made of the softest wool in the whole universe, and the backdrop of fields filled with flowers blooming in all kinds of colors makes the whole sight so goddamn perfect that it makes Robin want to cry right then and there.

With a whole lot of effort, Robin manages to tear her eyes away from the girl and grabs Steve's arm to get his attention because she would very much like to get out of here before Nancy will notice them standing in the parking lot.

'Steve!' she says in a sort of panicked hiss, emphatically nodding towards the place where Nancy is sitting. 'We need to get out of here!'

He gives her a weirdly tense smile. 'Surprise,' he says, in a thin voice.

Robin feels her jaw drop, unable to do anything but gape at him for a couple of seconds.

'What-' She can't manage more than that one word, for once in her life completely dumbstruck.

'She's your date,' Eddie clarifies. 'Steve was worried about you because you were being so sad and mopey all the time, so I may have slipped and told him about how you couldn't get over Nancy.'

'And I want you to be happy, Robbie,' Steve adds. 'I swear it's not a problem for me. You shouldn't feel guilty about who you like.'

'Steve –'

'I'm serious,' he says, his eyes piercing into Robin's. 'I actually met up with Nance last week and we talked a lot of things through. It was a good bit of closure for both of us. And she told me that she's been struggling to get you out of her mind over the last few weeks, as well, so...' He shrugs kind of awkwardly. 'You should go for it. Please.'

Robin stumbles forward to give him the tightest hug possible, burying her face in his shoulder as he grumbles something about her crushing his bones.

'Thank you,' she says. Then, she pulls back and takes a long moment to look at him, searching for something in his face.

'Are you absolutely sure about this?' she asks him.

She doesn't find any of the disastrously-bad-idea indicators that she's looking for; the only thing she sees on her best friend's face is a genuine smile.

'Hundred percent,' he says, as earnest as can get. 'C'mon, go say hi to her. I figure you'll wanna catch up with each other, go take that walk she wanted to take you on. We'll be waiting for you here while stuffing our faces with scones.'

Robin grins, then takes a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. And with a salute towards both boys, she walks up to the girl who's still patiently watching over the fields.

'Hi.'

Nancy looks up. She's looking even prettier than Robin remembered, with a slight blush on her cheeks and long lashes framing those beautiful wide eyes of hers. And when she locks those eyes with Robin, a shy smile appears on her face.

'Hi,' she answers.

It feels awkward, to be standing there in front of her, and Robin doesn't really know what to do with the situation.

'I was supposed to meet a blind date here,' she says. It's a poor attempt at a joke, but it still manages to get a chuckle out of Nancy – a chuckle that makes Robin's heart stutter because of how genuinely delighted it sounds.

'Do you know her name, this time?' Nancy asks.

'No, the boys didn't bother to tell me. But apparently she wanted to take me for a walk. Romantic, right?'

Encouraged by Nancy's gorgeous smile, she stretches out her hand. And when Nancy takes it to pull herself up from the bench, every single thought in Robin's brain disappears. She automatically pulls back when Nancy is standing, but Nancy only tightens her grip and intertwines their fingers with each other. Despite the warm sunshine, her hand is cold against Robin's skin. But it's the good kind of cold. It sends a chill down her spine that makes her feel like something that has been slumbering inside of her for years is finally being woken up.

She lets Nancy guide her onto a path leading into the woods, and shoots a quick glance over her shoulder towards Steve and Eddie, who are still standing near the car and shamelessly staring at them with exactly zero subtlety. Robin gives them a tiny wave and Eddie winks at her.

'You're really lucky to have them as your friends,' says Nancy while they let the trees shield them from any probing gazes.

'Yeah, I know. Steve's like, super annoying sometimes, but he's also the most selfless person I know. That's why I was so afraid of hurting him, you know.'

Nancy squeezes her hand. 'Me, too,' she answers. 'I already hurt him so much.'

When Robin gazes down upon her, she sees this guilt-ridden look on her face; she wishes she could take that face in her hands and kiss that look away.

'It's not like you could help it, right?' she says quietly. Steve had talked about it often enough for her to know that it wouldn't be fair to blame Nancy for falling out of love with him. Those things were sad and painful, of course, but it wasn't exactly anyone's fault. Okay, maybe Nancy could've told him a bit more gracefully and not while she was drunk off her ass at some party without remembering anything of it the next day – but Steve even went as far as to claim that it made him a better person, in the end.

'Well.' Nancy flinches a little bit, her mind probably wandering to the same place as Robin's. 'Part of me thought I got exactly what I deserved when you told me we couldn't keep seeing each other.'

'Like some sort of punishment?' Robin asks.

'Yeah, I guess. I couldn't believe my ears when Steve reached out to me last week. But it was surprisingly good, to reconnect. And to actually talk about how shit went down between us. To properly leave it behind us.'

They keep walking in silence for a while, but it's not an uncomfortable one. It feels like with every step, they both get to direct their minds a bit further away from Steve and closer to themselves, to each other. To figure out together what this all means for them.

'So, what now?' Robin finally dares to ask.

There's a mischievous glimmer in Nancy's eyes when she looks up at Robin. It's a glimmer that Robin hasn't seen in there before, one that makes her breath catch, makes her heartbeat quicken, makes her want to do all sorts of things that'll ensure that it will never disappear.

'Well,' Nancy says, suddenly stopping in her tracks. 'We can either continue walking or skip right to the good part, now that we're here anyway.'

And that's all Robin needs to push Nancy against the nearest tree. She lets her hands wander over Nancy's slim waist, feels the touch burning under her palms, and then slowly leans down to press her lips against Nancy's.

Nancy’s lips are much warmer than her hands. They taste like mint and strawberry and they feel like coming home after a long day.

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Thoughts on the SPNWIN Finale

Okay so I’m gonna divide this into two parts: Implications for the future of where this show will go, and then implications for a potential continuation. 

**This is me writing after only seeing the episode once and then popping through here and there to try and remember things, but I may mis-remember or misinterpret but I wanna get these first thoughts out of the way!**

First off, just to quickly summarize my thoughts at the top: I really loved it. 

They had a hard hand dealt with this show, which is, only 13 episodes and no promise of a season 2. Because of that, they had to write it in a way that both closed this season but kept the door cracked open for more season. It’s a very very hard balance to do, but I think they still did it. 

To me, I have a lot of questions, but I LIKE having questions because that draws me back for season 2. And, if done properly, it can also lure people into the continuation. 

Implications for the future of SPNWIN

This episode was a whirlwind so I apologize if I mis-remember anything! 

I think the key thing that I took away from this in terms of future potential was the journal. They have Dean’s journal in the sense that Dean and Sam had John’s journal. 

John and Mary take off in the end but I have no doubt in my mind Lata, Carlos, and Ada will all come back and play a part some how as well. 

Which, by the way, the fact that this Carlos was THEE Carlos that was referenced in a Robbie episode a million years ago is so amazing, idk why. Robbie you madman! 

But, now we more or less have the confirmation that this isn’t truly our world, however we are going to be sticking with these characters in the future. Therefore, I don’t know if that means they’ll be universe hopping too, I don’t know if it means they’ll uncover more mysteries from Dean’s journal? I think that’s likely. I also think that will be fun. 

I also ALSO think that will provide more world building for the continuation, like this season already did. 

There is the obvious issue in the room of that being there were only 13 episodes and this may have felt more like a mid-season finale rather than a finale, however not being promised a season 2 has had to have been thee most annoying thing to write around. 

But, for a first season, it set up some solid base foundation work for them to continue to explore more stories while also not screwing around with canon. 

There are still questions I want answered and who knows when or if they’ll ever be answered. The biggest one, however, is what on earth is in that journal?

I have more questions but I need to rewatch the show to form them so they’ll be in a follow up post most likely. 

Another question I have is: Was that really Dean from start to finish? The hair is the biggest thing for me bc J finished filming Big Sky and there was no reason not to cut it, or use a wig of some kind [lol]. But also in general it felt different a little bit. Like it’s still him but also it didn’t feel like him from the pilot and from the photos we were seeing. But it really may well be him all along! I imagine that’s part of the mystery. 

I don’t think we’ll see him again, or if we do, it’s not going to be the same version. I think he served as a launching point. Several friends have made this point already but basically he laid the foundation for all this multi-verse stuff and now the kiddos are on their own and there’s a lottttt to explore. 

Again, I have to rewatch in order to fully form my thoughts on the future for the show. 

My question is gonna be basically are they going to explore different universes? And, how, if Chuck kinda offed all of them? But I’m okay with my questions for now because I like to go with the flow of the show. I don’t want to figure everything out right now. 

Implications for a SPN Continuation

I’ll talk about this first since I have some frens who were disappointed that 1) Cas wasn’t with Jack and Bobby and 2) Cas wasn’t mentioned. 

If you’re new around here, then I’ll cut to the chase now: I am a full on “Cas Is Not In Heaven” believer. There are several reasons why. I am also a “Chuck Won” and “Jack is Chuck” believer. Also several reasons why. 

I don’t believe Cas is in Heaven because they never showed him getting there. “Well Jack got him out of The Empty,” is one of those things that I’ll believe it when I see it, because otherwise, it’s too shady for me. Cas was last taken, alive, to an Empty where everything else was awake and alive and taken on behalf of a deal, not because he died. The Empty has wanted Cas for a while, and has been pissed that he’s gotten out. Cas is a PRIZE for The Empty so I don’t really see it giving up Cas any time soon for any particular reason. 

Especially if that reason is Jack. 

I don’t believe The Empty likes Jack either, especially after their last interaction being so bad (Jack exploding in The Empty, waking everything up). I don’t feel like The Empty is willing to do any favors for him. 

God isn’t supposed to be able to influence The Empty but I think, since Lilith and Lucifer were brought down, that Chuck and The Empty had an arrangement. And from 15x18 to 15x20 I had literally no reason to believe that Cas, a threat to Chuck, would have been let go for any reason, even if Jack was “God” now. 

It would have been sloppy story telling, in my opinon, if they tried to explain how Cas got into Heaven in such a short amount of time, and would have extremely taken away from the emotional magnitude of 15x18. 

And that’s how I felt with 1x13 of The Winchesters. 

If we had seen Cas I would have been upset, I think. Because again, there’s no explanation for him being there. If it wasn’t going to be a *wink wink nudge nudge* thing like “We’ll explain it in the continuation” then I didn’t want it. 

The reason why I feel so passionate about this is beacuse of the Chuck Won theory. And because of that theory, and how Cas’ role evolved over time in Supernatural, I don’t believe Chuck can “recreate” Cas. Because Cas exists outside of Chuck’s narrative, and isn’t beholdened to Chuck, that means Chuck can’t reproduce Cas. It’s just never going to happen. 

And I feel strongly about Chuck not being able to do that SPECIFICALLY because when all is said and done, I don’t EVER want Dean to look at Cas and wonder if he’s real or not (throwback to 15x02 anyone?). 

Therefore, I did not want to see Cas in The Winchesters except for very very very specific ways that I knew deep down wouldn’t happen because this isn’t the show for that. 

And I’m sorry I wish I could go along with the Cas in Heaven memes because they do make me laugh — but also the thought of him being there with no explanation and still not showing up makes me more sad than not. 

And that’s another thing—

With 15x20, and no Cas, there had been conspiracy after conspiracy for the last two and a half years as to why, everywhere between network censorship to Misha secretly filming and then them not showing anything. I’m personally more inclined to believe a mixture of: Censorship (Dean can’t reciprocate so what’s the point) and a deliberate choice on behalf of Dabb. But that’s for a different post because this is already very very long. 

But, him not being in the finale — while it fed into the Chuck Won theory — it also didn’t have enough stability to truly land on one theory or another because COVID restrictions were also blamed (in whatever manner people saw fit to blame it). 

However, NOW — with Cas NOT showing up next to Jack and Bobby — even tho in 15x20 Bobby said that Cas helped Jack — was very LOUD to me. 

So what does that imply, to me?

1) No Cas until they have the time and space to put the story and emotions into it that it deserves. AKA — since I’m a Cas Is In The Empty believer — A rescue, by Dean. Even Jackles at JIB11 said that he’d want to explore that. Both of them have expressed an interest in exploring a follow up to 15x18. They can’t do that in the season finale of a spin off show that hadn’t mentioned them virtually at all (apart from parallels) all season. 

2) No Cas because Cas isn’t there. I’ll get into my “Jack isn’t Jack” thing in a second, but because there was also this choice not to have Cas there — once is a mistake, but twice? Now it’s starting something. Especially since this time, they DID have Jack there. It’s like they’re showing us a Cas-shaped puzzle piece missing. The piece may be missing but you can clearly see the hole and know what’s supposed to be there (kinda like Dean’s reciprocation!).

To me these are interesting storytelling tactics. And that’s what this is, storytelling. 

I feel like maybe we lost the plot a little bit, we being The Fandom, in terms of long-term storytelling efforts. 

Cas being in The Empty still really does open up a TON of plot ideas for a continuation. Is it sad he’s not with Dean right now? Absolutely. But I’d rather have them apart than have a flimsy, unexplained reunion just to have a reunion. 

“They didn’t even mention Cas,” and yeah, maybe they could have, but as friends in Discord servers have pointed out, that also locks them into a story that they may not be able to tell so it’s better to keep it like how it was in 15x20 where Dean never spoke his name. That is, it adds to the uncanny valley of it all. 

Jack isn’t Jack 

Look at this lovely post. This reminds me of the first time I was ever exposed to Chuck Won, Chuck is Jack theory way back in ... I want to say December 2020. Someone had compared Jack’s clothes to Chuck’s, and here we are again. 

Also these tags from @clarkenting​

Jack didn’t feel like Jack. He hasn’t felt like Jack since 15x19. 

I already freak out and ramble a lot about Chuck Won when it comes to Becky’s Notes in 15x04 about “no one even mentions Cas” and the line about rock music and the like. But another note she made was regarding the villain’s monologue at the end and how it kinda sucked. Jack had a monologue at the end. Jenny, in 15x20, said 8 words. 

So Jack post-15x19 has always been suspicious to me! And last night was no different, especially since it’s the most Chuck Like he’s looked. 

Also, another thing that got me, was the reference to Carry On (the Kansas song). It felt super duper pointed and not just an Easter Egg but like — hey this IMMEDIATELY reminds me of 15x20 and how Dean was like, weirdly, “I love this song!” a little too out of character in heaven as he began to drive off. 

Dean’s favorite band isn’t Kansas, it’s Led Zeppelin. 

Also, the reference felt like a fourth wall break, something that Chuck would do. 

So no, I don’t believe that Jack was Jack last night. I’m sure if I go through the dialogue, which I plan to do lol, I’ll find even more reason to believe that. 

Another thing that confused me was Bobby being there. Dean drove off, alone, and was continuously shown alone, throughout his drive. But BOBBY was there last night? Confused I am. But in the good way. 

We know now that Baby can hope planes of existence so I really really hope she can hop into The Empty. 

I’m someone who believes that Dean’s “Heaven” is in reality just The Empty. Or, as sometimes my friends will hear me call it, Chuck’s toy shelf. I am also someone who believes we DID see Chuck in 1x08 as part of the band and it wasn’t just a Rob cameo. Rob’s character has too much implication to just casually toss him in as a background character. 

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This is super duper long, and I apologize but also not really! 

Some final thoughts (for now) (any follow up posts I make also will be under #spnwin thots):

I think this finale set up things for both a season 2 AND a continuation. I’ve been a contination believer since literally the SPN finale finished airing. At first it was a way to cope, but then it became a full blown belief for me the more and more first Jackles talked about it, and then the rest of the cast. 

I’m really excited for season 2 of The Winchesters should it happen. I really hope it does. I personally believe it has a high chance of migrating to HBO Max for a home — and if that’s the case that’ll be awesome bc I also believe that’s where a continuation will go. 

All of our favorites of the season will be in season 2 as well. We will see Carlos, Lata, Ada, Millie, Betty, Tony, etc. back. There are still questions about their characters too that we need answering. I’m still suspicious of Betty! 

I liked that they contained this just enough for the finale just in case they don’t get a season 2, but still left dangling plot threads to catch for a season 2 (which felt very season 15 of SPN to me. In my eyes, they really did leave some things dangling for a continuation.)

What kind of potential world building will we get now that we know space and time is but an illusion, lol. I like the prequel being used to expand worlds more and expand the canon more, especially when it comes to hopping planes of existence. 

Is The Empty really the big villain, or Chuck? I personally think so, and I personally think that this will help funnel some stuff into a continuation. 

“What about Destiel” yes what about Destiel? That’s a continuation problem but one that I know Jackles and Dee and whoever else will be involved will ultimately tackle as well. I may have more faith and optimism than others, but that’s because I know from past experiences from SPN that I won’t be burned no matter what happens — so if you need me to clown for you, I can! 

What about the Akrida? Do they just stop at this place? Why this particular storyline? What’s going on? We already have alternates to our own timeline that is the Akrida did not finish off our Men of Letters, Baby got into John’s hands via a car dealership (well, according to Chuck anyway), John didn’t know about hunting in our world, etc etc. 

So what else is different? Will they see OUR world? Who is dead, who is alive? Is Chuck gonna send them to other places too?

Only time will tell I guess! 

Time to light those manifestation candles for season 2 and a continuation! 

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phryctoria | chapter 6: four by one (delta)

Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. Steve realizes there's a whole gay world out there, waiting for them.

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"Robbie, honey, is that you?" Mrs. Buckley calls out as the front door swings shut behind them.

"Yeah, mom!" Robin shouts back as she toes off her shoes.

"Is Steve with you?" Robin claims her mother has some sort of sixth sense for Steve's presence in the house. Steve thinks it’s just a safe bet to assume he’s there, seeing as that's the case more often than not.

"I am!" Steve affirms, as Robin grabs his hand to drag him up to her room. The staircase has a direct line of sight to the living room, where Robin's parents are curled together on their squashy couch, watching something Steve can't make out on the tiny television set.

"There are leftovers in the fridge." Mr. Buckley says as they pass by.

"Thank you, sir." Robin tugs at Steve’s wrist impatiently. "Uh…we’ll grab some later," he says, tripping up the stairs after Robin.

"Ugh, you're such a suck-up!" she declares as she flops back onto her bed.

"I have to stay on their good side! They’re both half-convinced I'm one step away from stealing your virginity."

"Eugh, please don't say that." Robin pulls open her bag and starts dumping the contents onto her mattress. "Besides, they wouldn't have any room to talk. I was conceived in the back of my dad’s Volkswagen."

Steve hops up onto the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him. He picks up his pamphlet from the books and 'zines strewn across Robin's bed, and rolls it up to point at her. "Now, how—and why, exactly—do you know that?"

"Remember what I said about my parents and boundaries?"

“Okay, sure, that tracks.” Steve flips open the booklet with a little flourish. “So, wanna learn about how to fuck without dying?”

Robin arches a brow at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No? What would I—?”

Steve flinches as something hits his chest and he looks down to see the reading glasses he’d bought earlier. “Really?”

“Yes, really! Put them on!”

Steve rolls his eyes, but puts them on. “Happy?”

“I am,” she sniffs with haughty self-satisfaction.

Steve pulls a face and mouths a mocking “I am!” as he picks the pamphlet back up and flicks it open. He skims his way down the table of contents—there’s a foreword, a preface, and an introduction for some reason—and his eyebrows start creeping up his forehead as he goes. Sucking, Fucking, Sadism & Masochism (S&M), Fist Fucking…mixed in with things Steve doesn’t even recognize (what the hell do “water sports” have to  do with sex?)

It's all a little daunting—like he should have started with a basic field guide to Sex With Men before jumping into figuring out how to do it safely.

But he’s here now, so he takes a deep breath, flips to the next page, and begins.

Barely three paragraphs in and he's right back to feeling in over his head. Is he supposed to have opinions on the causes of AIDS? He can count the number of times he’s heard or read about it in a context that wasn’t riddled with disgust and condemnation. All he really knows is that a diagnosis is as good as a death sentence.

He shakes his head, frustrated. "Hey, do you have a highlighter or something?"

Robin doesn’t say anything, but when Steve looks up to ask her again, something smacks him on the head—Robin having chosen to answer by way of lobbing a highlighter directly at his face. He's grudgingly impressed by her aim.

"Stop throwing things at me!"

Robin ignores him. "Careful, Stevie, you might turn into a nerd if you're not careful."

"...shut up." He uncaps the marker with a bitchy flourish to highlight the sentence “Sex doesn't make you sick—diseases do. Gay sex doesn't make you sick—gay men who are sick do.” It settles something in him that's been strung tight since Monday. Even if some part of him knew that he wasn't sick just by existing, he couldn't shake the memory of kids asking anyone they thought might be gay if they knew what it stood for, before shouting “Got AIDS Yet?” down the hall after them.

Steve grimaces at the memory, and carries on reading until he’s reached the end of the introduction, highlighting a sentence at the end there

Our challenge is to figure out how we can have gay, life-affirming sex, satisfy our emotional needs, and stay alive!

He's never really thought of sex as anything more than a kind of fraught balancing act between performance and pleasure—let alone “life-affirming.”

Except...that is kind of what it was between him and Nancy right? It's why they'd drifted back together after everything. They'd both only had each other—well, Nancy had Jonathan, too, kind of. But Steve had lost his two closest friends, and even if he hadn't, it’s not like he could have shared anything that'd happened to him without putting them in harm’s way.

(There had been a few times early on when Steve had considered reaching out to Tommy or Carol. But even without the worry that he might revert back to a version of himself that he was all too eager to leave in the rearview, he also didn't know what the point of trying to maintain a relationship with them was, when his entire understanding of the world had turned on its head.)

So Nancy and Steve had become NancyandSteve—not so much in deed as in perception. After Barb, after…everything…they'd both been hesitant to have sex again for a while. Steve didn't want to push Nancy into doing anything that would make her uncomfortable (and if Steve benefited from not having to perform quite so much, all the better). And Nancy always seemed like it was something she felt guilty for even wanting.

And then one night Steve had just kind of snapped and asked her outright “Do you want to have sex?”

It was like a dam bursting. As if all Nancy had needed was for someone to ask her what she actually wanted, instead of thinking herself in circles around what she should want.

"Penny for your thoughts, Fen?"

Steve doesn’t look up from where his eyes have lost on the words swimming in front of him. "Just…thinking about Nancy."

"Oh?" Robin’s voice is cautiously curious.

"Yeah, just like. I don't know. We didn't have sex all that often when we were together, but when we did, it was like…" Steve trails off, struggling to find the words.

"Like what?”

"Like…I don't know. Like us?” He says, finally looking up at Robin and gesturing between the two of them. “Like when we sleep together?”

Robin doesn't wrinkle her nose like he expects her to. Instead she tilts her head and gives him a considering look. "Like…comforting?"

Steve snaps his fingers and points at her. "Yeah! And it was fun, too, I guess. But it was mostly just…it was the one time where I felt like I could actually give her what she needed, you know?”

Robin shakes her head with a little frown. "I don't. That sounds…really sad, actually."

Steve huffs and drags a hand through his hair. "I'm not explaining this right."

"No, I think you are!" Robin reaches out to take one of his hands into hers. "Look, you don't really talk about Nancy, and I'm not asking you to do it now anymore than you already have or want to. But, the silence kind of speaks for itself, you know? I don't know what happened with the two of you, but I…I don't know, I'd see you together, sometimes, after Barb, and you both always seemed so sad. But you never really seemed like you were sad together, you know? You didn't even look like you were causing each other's sadness, you just…you looked like you were on these parallel tracks of grief. So…so maybe, when you were having sex it was like the one time where you both actually were on the same track? And that's…"

"Fucked up, because I'm gay, and her best friend died while she was losing her virginity? To me? A gay man?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna put it like that."

"Sure."

Silence falls between them, and Steve stares at the Ripley poster hanging on Robin’s wall. Thinking about Nancy has left him unsettled in a way he wouldn’t have expected it to. Not that realizing he’s gay should suddenly erase all of the heartbreak he’d felt at the end of things. But he thought he’d moved on. Come to terms with everything. But now, recontextualizing their relationship, and realizing how much it had really just been a means of survival than anything else for both of them…it leaves him feeling a little sick.

Robin cuts into his thoughts. "Okay, enough wallowing about shitty exes—"

"Nancy wasn't—”

"Shhhh,” Robin says, waving a hand in his face to get him to stop talking. “Let me be dramatically overprotective of you about this."

"Fine,” he says, even though something about it doesn’t sit right with him.

"Back to my point: stop wallowing, and get back to reading about how you can have hot gay sex safely, so I can live vicariously through you!"

Some of the tension bleeds out of him. "Okay, first of all, I don't think you want to be having the same kind of hot gay sex as me, and second of all, you’re coming with me! You can find a hot girl to bang!"

"I thought we’d already established that I don't want to have sex for the first time with a stranger!"

"Oh.” Steve falls back. Even having just talked about it earlier that evening he’d kind of…forgotten that other people might prefer to know the person they lose their virginity to. He hadn’t really had a choice. “Right."

"I think I'd be okay with kissing a girl that I don't know yet. But, like, how do you even tell if someone's interested in you?” She tangles her fingers in her hair and starts tugging at the roots. “And how do you flirt?"

"Okay, okay, one thing at a time.” Steve reaches forward to pull her hands from her hair, holding them to his chest. “You don't have to rush anything, you know—”

"Steve! It's not rushing things if I've…if I've known this about myself for years and I'm still just a clueless virgin!"

"Okay, well, I don't think me not being a virgin means I have any more of a clue about things than you do. It's just…” Steve gestures in the space between them. "It's just bodies! And, like, hearts and guts and brains, or whatever—but that's still just bodies! And if we're going to a gay club you'll have to exert a lot less effort into trying to figure out if someone likes you. You can just ask!”

"'You can just ask' he says.” Robin scoffs. “Have you ever 'just asked' a girl if she likes you?"

"Well, no, but that's because they're supposed to act like they don't."

"What?" Robin yanks her hands out of Steve’s grip with a violent jerk backwards.

"Yeah! Girls are supposed to act like they're all bashful or whatever about a guy liking them. So you have to come at it sideways, give them a little opening to sneak through." He holds his hands a couple inches apart and makes a little snaking motion in demonstration.

Robin gapes at him. "Straight people are fucking weird."

"Yeah, it's exhausting." There was something of a thrill to a successful seduction, though. It was a game Steve had been good at playing, once upon a time. It had just lost its appeal somewhere along the way. Maybe in a new context he'd find a way to make it fun again. "But there aren't any guys in the equation for you, so you don't have to do any of that."

"Okay, yeah, but what if everyone does still act like that, but because there's no men to do the asking everyone is just like! Awkwardly hovering around each other!”

"I literally just told you to do the asking."

"Yeah, well, what if your advice is bad! I've seen you try to flirt, Steve!"

"Yeah, you've seen me try to flirt with girls who I am not attracted to,” he argues back, gesticulating wildly. He slumps back and bites his lip, considering. "Okay, how about this,” he starts, leaning forward again. “I bet you that if you ask, you can get a girl to kiss you."

Robin narrows her eyes, "What's the winner get?”

Steve thinks for a second. "Full control of the stereo on the ride back."

"Deal." Robin spits into her palm and extends it to him. "Shake on it, Harrington."

Steve grimaces, but spits into his own palm, before grasping her hand in his. "Deal"

Steve returns to reading, but a few minutes later tosses it aside again with a frustrated huff, pressing the tips of his fingers into his eyes, as though that will chase away the budding headache.

“…you good over there?”

Steve drops his hands and blinks rapidly. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Robin snorts. “Liar. What’s up? Why do you look like you just got your head shoved in a toilet?”

“Nothing, I just—it’s dumb.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And—I don’t want to bore you with stupid questions.”

“I’m pretty sure the no-stupid-questions rule is still in effect.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t a gay question or whatever—I just don’t know how to fucking read.”

Robin frowns, leaning forward to look at him more closely. “Okaaaaay, but clearly you do—you’ve been highlighting up a storm over there.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I understand anything!” Steve snaps his mouth shut and looks away. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

Robin plays with her hands, expression nervous. “Why does it matter if you don’t understand it?”

“What’s the point in reading any of this if I don’t know what it means?”

“No, no, I get that, I just mean—why are you acting like not understanding something will matter to me?”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, it has before.”

Robin stares at him, mouth agape. “What are you—are you talking about what I said about Click’s class?”

Steve doesn’t say anything.

“Okay, well, if it is, then you are an idiot, if you think literally any of 15-year-old me’s thoughts about you still apply now.” Robin shakes her head sadly. “Steve, you could ask me what color the fucking sky is—and I’d probably lie first, just to fuck with you a bit—but I definitely wouldn’t judge you for asking. I literally don’t care whether you’re a genius, or-or if you don’t know what two plus two is! The stupid little thoughts of a jealous teenager are entirely irrelevant to what we have here,” she says, gesturing between the two of them.

Steve is quiet, assessing her for even a bare hint of insincerity. There’s none to be found. Maybe he can hazard a chance at trusting someone again. As though he hasn’t been doing that this whole time. He sighs and hands the pamphlet over. “It’s not even that I don’t know what it’s saying, I just…every time I get to the end of the page it’s like everything I’ve just read falls out of my head.”

“Okay, well, maybe between the two of us we can get it to stick.” Robin holds her hand out and makes a grabby motion until Steve drops the highlighter into it. She skims through the whole section, humming occasionally as she underscores something.

A couple minutes later she looks back at him with a smile. “Okay, well, first off: this was also kind of dense for me. There’s, like, a lot of information here and it’s all presented very argumentatively and kind of assumes the person reading it knows more about the debatable causes of AIDS than I think either of us do. But basically it’s arguing that instead of AIDS being caused by one virus, it’s instead caused by a build-up of CMV, which is a totally different virus.”

Steve nods along. He does follow that. The foreword, preface, and introduction had all alluded to it, but once the authors got further into the details they’d started to lose him.

“Second of all, I don’t know if it really matters. I mean, obviously it matters that, like, scientists and doctors and whoever know the exact cause. But from what I can tell, it seems like regardless of the exact cause, we still have a reasonably good understanding of how it spreads—namely, sperm and blood. So I think as long as you understand everything else in here about how to prevent spreading or catching things, you’re probably good not to understand all of the science behind it.”

Steve nods and takes the pamphlet back from her. “Okay,” he says. “Uh, thanks.”

Robin nods. “Anytime, Steph.”

Steve blushes and smiles at her.

Reading the rest of the pamphlet gets much easier from there. He skims over the sections specifically covering CMV, figuring that he can return to them later if needed, but that they probably aren’t strictly relevant to him just yet.

About halfway through reading, he realizes that despite the heavy subject matter, he’s actually kind of enjoying reading it, in a way that’s unfamiliar to him. He’s always enjoyed having sex, but he’d never considered that he might also like learning about it. It’s a similar sort of satisfaction that he found in learning first aid for his lifeguard certification. But most of that was a hands-on kind of learning. Steve can’t remember a time he’s been anything other than frustrated while reading.

The writers talk about sex with an unrelenting frankness that is completely foreign to him. And they don’t limit themselves to the mere mechanics of the act. They dive into ethics and philosophy, and by the time Steve has made it to the last section, he finds himself highlighting whole paragraphs.

Gay men are socialized as men first; our gay socialization comes later. From the day we are born we are trained as men to compete with other men. The challenge facing gay men in America is to figure out how to love someone you’ve been trained to “destroy”

It knocks Steve off his feet. Like someone has held a mirror up to his life.

He remembers the adrenaline flooding him when he pinned Jonathan to the ground in that alley—and again, when Jonathan took him by the wrist and pulled him to safety hours later.

He remembers the jealousy and fear of losing to a boy he felt the need to prove himself better than.

But what if there had been love there all along? Buried deep beneath the pain and self-loathing.

The goal of gay male liberation must be to find ways in which love becomes possible despite continuing and often overwhelming pressure to compete and adopt adversary relationships with other men.

Steve traces over the lines of those sentences like they’re precious. Robin is the only other gay person he knows, and she knows only fractionally more about this world than he does.

And it is a world. There’s a whole history here. Beyond the scientific analysis of disease and recommendations for safer sex, that is what he’s found here. A community. A lineage. There’s a culture there lying in wait of discovery for the both of them. There are men who have walked the same gauntlet that Steve is just beginning to—and who have emerged on the other side. And maybe they’re all in peril together. But at least it is together.

If you love the person you are fucking with—even for one night—you will not want to make them sick.

Steve doesn’t know what he and Robin will find when they go to Indy. The world is larger and more complex than anything he’s going to find in a 40-page pamphlet.

But who knows, maybe he will find love there.

Maybe affection is our best protection.

Bonus! Chapter 7: Erratum & Appendices

Annotations to the text “How to Have Sex in an Epidemic” by Michael Callen and Richard Berkowitz, intro by Dr. Joseph Sonnabend - Spring 1985

[A/N: full text can be accessed here]

ANNOTATION, pg 9, following the section “WHAT CAUSES AIDS?”

While the multifactorial theory behind AIDS was already unpopular in the medical community at the time of this pamphlet’s initial publication, a greater preponderance of medical and community health experts now agree that the recently discovered virus HTLV III is the virus responsible for the development of AIDS. However, there is still much we do not know about the virus’ transmission. That said: the guidelines for safer sex outlined by Callen and Berkowitz, and supported by Dr. Sonnabend, are still likely to greatly mitigate the risk of transmitting or acquiring the HTLV III virus and, subsequently, AIDS.

While most professionals agree that CMV is not the cause of AIDS, CMV remains a disease that MSM should be careful to minimize their risk of transmitting. The risks and effects of CMV as highlighted by the authors in this pamphlet—excepting its connection to AIDS—remain sound; as do their recommendations for mitigating transmission.

For individuals interested in getting tested for the HTLV III virus, an Alternate Test Site has recently opened opened at the Indiana University Medical Center. This testing site, unlike others in the area, guarantees anonymity and privacy for those who wish to get tested. A positive test for HTLV III does not mean you have AIDS, an AIDS related condition, nor does it mean you will develop AIDS in the future.

For further information about the HTLV III test, call the Indianapolis Gay & Lesbian Switchboard at (317) 543-6200. They have a 24 hour answering service, and make calls back between 7 and 11PM.

ANNOTATION, pg 24, following “KISSING”

While HTLV III has been detected in saliva, there have been no reported cases of AIDS transmitted via kissing, or shared foods or utensils. Community health experts are in near unanimous agreement that kissing bears no risk of transmission of HTLV III/AIDS.

ANNOTATION, p. 20, following “FUCKING”

Studies are inconclusive as to the effectiveness of natural condoms for VD prevention. But as the authors state, natural condoms have a lower risk of breakage to their latex counterparts.

ANNOTATION, p. 21, within the section “GETTING FUCKED”

The importance of lubrication during anal sex cannot be overstated. Lubrication decreases the chances of condoms breaking, and of microtears of the rectal lining.

ANNOTATION, p. 22, following “GETTING FUCKED”

Always be sure to carefully follow the instructions of use for any prophylactic. Condom wrappers should always be opened carefully, with ones hands.

Appendix: STEVE (and Robin's) GUIDE TO SAFELY FUCKING

CLEAR HEAD TO GET HEAD! If you’re planning to fuck, you can’t be drunk!

TALK IT OUT! Always be sure to talk to your partner about limits and safety before getting it on

KEEP IT CLEAN! It’s important to wash up before and after sex to limit the spread of bacteria and germs

WRAP IT UP! If you’re going to fuck someone, or have someone suck you off, make sure you’re wearing a condom

Always open condom wrappers CAREFULLY with your HANDS—ripping wrappers open with your teeth stops being sexy the moment the condom tears

If you’re not going to wear a condom, make sure you don’t come anywhere inside your partner (especially their ass!!!)

KISSING: ✔️✔️✔️

GET CREATIVE There are lots of things to do that pose no risk at all!

GET HANDY: mutual masturbation is a completely safe way for two (or more) to get it on. Throw in some dirty talk to add a little extra HEAT!

IT’S ABOUT LOVE, even if only for a night

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Authors Note: please keep in mind that everything in this chapter reflects what was known of HIV/AIDS c. 1985! Please do not take safe sex advice from a fanfic!