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clarks-letterman · 4 months

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Wally anon: Oh noooo @ your phone dying. 💔

Oh, there's gonna be SO many, I did not. anticipate how much I would respond to it, so thank you very much for convincing me to watch. 🙌 Yup, the movies never make a good case of it compared to past movie geek characters (especially Kirby, who I still find to be THE ultimate movie geek of all). The fact she's making such blatant accusations of people would get her instanty. killed if the writing knew what it was doing (cause it's already prevented her from being in the finale twice dkfdk). I weirdly enjoyed her more in 6 cause I think Jasmin was able to enhance the humor more + the relationship between her & Anika was >>>> Absolutely agreed on Chad, though. His & Tara's relationship is incredibly. forced cause they go from having z e r o interactions in 5 to suddenly being all over each other each other in 6 cause the writers wanted to rehash Gale/Dewey without putting in the work. 🙄 I don't even want. Chad to die, but they reallyyyyy keep pushing the boundaries of the franchise's own.rules. with wounds just because "Dewey kept surviving" (even though, no, 5, Dewey was not. stabbed as many times as you make him say. he was, you are inserting a false narrative to excuse your bad writing) while making even worse. mistakes to excuse Chad's perpetual survival. 💀

(Completely makes sense cause his ego dkfhd) Yessss you get it. You really. have to get forceful with him & that just turns him on harder & makes him moan louder cause he needs. it, he needs. you to make him cum. 🥴

lolllll just you wait, cause you're about to get the biggest individual request dump I've sent so far. 🫣

Tell me about it. 💔 True, though. Like the direct opposite of ~aversion therapy~ where they have to watch gay sex until they don't hate gays anymore kdhdjs. Yupppp & they'd be fighting the entire time over which end of you they were carrying. Ridiculous fr.

That's what you think @ not much of an AU. But I've got a request inbound. 👀

And Milo would've been SO. good at being a killer. You can just feel. he has a more villainous character just itching to come out with more roles & I can't wait for the day we get to see it. 😭 Ooh @ first. I can't really recall who exactly mine was cause there were a l o t of ~gay awakening~ moments for me that didn't fully. dawn on me until later lollll. Fingers crossed @ IAWK. There's a REALLY hot guy in it that I haven't stopped thinking about since I saw it, so I wonder if you'll end up feeling the same. 🫣 The writers are too cowardly to see what's staring us all right in the face, but WE all see the vision. 🙌 (It's kind of funny how I ship Steve & Tommy more than Eddie even though Tommy b a r e l y existed on the show & then when you throw Billy into the mix, that just creates even hotter scenarios/pairings/possible polyamory among the 3, like dhdkdkd they reallyyyy dropped the ball doing nothing with all this juicy material 🫠) I used to like the OG more than I do now but the last time I watched it (when Spiral came out), I was like, "Oh...I don't think so, sorry" fjdkdb. But II > III > VI > X > OG > Spiral (the portion of the franchise that I find tolerable) > 3D > V > IV > Jigsaw (all varying degrees of terrible to me)

That makes sense. I know they had been working on it for sometime cause people kept asking for a UD follow-up for years, it's just unfortunate that it doesn't quite. live up cause the a m o u n t of work that went into UD is still readily apparent all these years later. 👍 Yupppp, exactly. Very much the same principle as when straight/white/etc. are similarly presented as the default. 👎

(Happy belated bday 🥳) I see, I see. Hoping for the best with you expanding your skills. Always fun to give something new like that a chance. 😌 Absolutely agreed. He is VERY accommodating (in both regular interactions & while fucking), but is completely comfortable with his body, as he should be! 🤫 (Oh? What do you have in mind @ another AU 👀)

Happy to be of service. 🫡 You'll have to let me know what you end up watching. Of course @ the festivities. Hope you have fun. 🥰 And thank you. ❤️❤️❤️ lolllll, if only 🫣

yeah i remembered mostly everything but it was like 5am while writing it so i didn’t even see the percentage my phone was at😭

Yess of course🤭 happy to help fuel the fire for Milo’s characters😮‍💨 And exactly!! Kirby is the movie geek of Scream. no contest. I genuinely like that she fits the role but is also her own character in other ways. She pursues a (fake) love interest, we see her house and her personality as a movie geek is tested (and she is proven to be wrong towards the end.) Which is muchhh different than randy who felt like this invincible God at times, helping Sidney with his over the top knowledge of the movies (even more so when he literally goes with her to college and all). Plus, he’s so intense about them that it’s almost comedic. Yeah, her and Anika’s relationship was definitely good in 6, I just wish they didn’t use Anika as one of the only “major” deaths of that movie😭 I totally agree with Chad, he survived these major bleed outs and gets stabbed so much, yet Dewey was stabbed less and to a lesser severity and died?? Insane.

Yes ugh he’s never cum hands free without you there to turn him into a total mess (literally once he cums and keeps going)

Love how it started at number 25 on today’s date.. it’s perfect🫣

Yeah I joke about it because straights obviously pushed conversion therapy on us at one point so it’s funny to joke about doing to them. Make them watch infamous videos such as “right in front of my salad??” and the pumpkin carving one (it’s straight but cropped so they only see the guy sksjsj) Huh… it seems like the only way for them to not fight is to let them both have you…🤭

Can’t wait to read it😼

Exactly! I kind of saw it in Wally because it’s supposed to be a mystery and there are times where he feels almost apathetic to Maddy’s issues, especially when she’s so concerned with the human world that she forgets about him and the rest of the ghosts. I like that they didn’t make him the “villain” (since they’re multiple) but there were layers there that could be expanded in his other roles. I can’t wait to see him finally act as one🫣 maybe in a thanksgiving sequel… one day.. I’ll watch It’s a Wonderful Knife first then!! Exactly, Tommy > Eddie just saying. I found him to be more interesting and having better, hotter dynamics with Steve and Billy over Eddie. Honestly, Saw I has the worst rewatch ability out of any Saw movie because it’s not a fun gorefest like Saw II and beyond, and the twist isn’t really all that crazy after you know what it is. It ends up feeling boring but I can appreciate it🫡 Jigsaw being last is so real. It had potential going into it but the twists suck and the first guy “dying” in that room with the buckets on their heads and the saws made me realize I was going to have some sort of problem with it.

Yesss and it feels like less work went into developing the characters in TQ (even though Jacob is my favorite for being the most flawed of the bunch), there isn’t the same level of quality that UD has. Presentation-wise, it’s better and I found less technical glitches during my multiple playthroughs of the quarry, but yeah… still feels really flat. Yes ugh i hate that “reader” is synonymous with White/straight/female (usually those three specifically) and anything else needs specification. It’s weird that POC in general (or the race) needs to be specified regarding the reader but White doesn’t… i just wish reader could mean that anyone from any background could read it fr

Lmao three months until my next one! He’s super comfortable, he’s taking skinny dipping over bathing suits and would play football in just the gear he needs (no tight pants limiting movement yk) For the other AU I meant that he’s like the only ghost there and/or he’s like your personal ghost so he doesn’t have to bother putting clothes on

Thanks! Hope it’s great for you too!!🖤🖤 I’m seeing the requests come in already and they’re sooo good😮‍💨 Yeah maybe with one bow, some whip cream, and looking like the best christmas dinner desert you could ask for skksjdhd

#wally clark #wally clark x you

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greatbigbellies · 3 years

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New anonymous commission story! This is another hyperpregnant slice of life piece, about a couple of boys who find out that they can conceive additional babies mid-pregnancy which will grow to catch up to the largest sibling, resulting in rapid growth for one of the husbands! Contains hyperpregnancy, tmpreg, some weight gain and lactation, mild belly worship, and allusions to sex.

Leo sat in the passenger seat of he and Marko’s sedan, his boyfriend behind the wheel. The pair sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They’d received some… rather shocking news from Leo’s most recent doctors appointment. All three babies were fine, all perfectly healthy... but that was precisely the point, all THREE were healthy. At three months in, Leo was at the tail end of his first trimester, and when he started, there was supposedly only one in his womb. Then a few weeks ago, they were suddenly expecting fraternal twins. Then finally, today, triplets, all inexplicably at the same stage of growth.

“What’s going through you mind, hon?” Marko finally asked, breaking the silence. Leo brushed a few brown, fluffy hairs out of his face with one hand, and held his tummy protectively with the other. “I’m just… I’m floored we’re having three kids! I’m just… confused I guess? Like we were set with one for a while… and then two… and now…” Leo trailed off. Marko squinted in concentration as he thought of how to word his theory. “I… think I know the pattern… I don’t think it’s a matter of the doctors just mysteriously being unable to count…” Leo could tell where this was going. “You mean…” Marko nodded. “Think about it? There was the night we conceived after the party… that’s one. Then there was minigolf night...” Marko began listing off. Leo nodded, “Yeah, Minigolf was fun, we need to do that again sometime,” Leo smiled. Marko raised an eyebrow, “Like… just the minigolf, or what came after too?”

Leo turned to him and batted his eyelashes, “I dunno, can you get another hole in one?” Marko felt himself start to blush. He was typically the more dominant one, but Leo knew how to push his buttons. “Besides, I wanna test your theory. See if I wake up with four tomorrow,” Marko was now no longer ‘starting to blush’ and was instead outright blushing. “Are you teasing me, or are you serious? Cause our turn to go golfing comes up in two blocks,” Leo put his hand in Marko’s shoulder, leaned over, and said “put another baby in me,”

Marko smiled mischievously, eager to relive their minigolf date. “But! If I win you gotta buy me a sundae. The babies want hot fudge,” Leo teased. Marko’s grin widened. “Nah hon, I’m gonna get a hole in one, beat your ass at minigolf, buy you TWO sundaes, watch you eat them, then we’ll fuck like there ain’t no tomorrow,” he said, wearing his confident smile proudly. Now it was Leo’s turn to blush, turning away and putting his hands over his mouth and cheeks. “Fuck, I hate it when you get all assertive like that,” he said through his hands. Marko laughed. “No you don’t, you little bottom!” Leo erupted in laughter himself, his adorable, irregular laugh like music to Marko’s ears.

“I mean… in fairness, you’re too competitive to lose on purpose, but too much of a gentleman to let a pregnant guy go hungry,” the praise elicited another more subtle blush from Marko, two ran his hand through his short, black undercut. “I mean… you need lots of calcium for the babies. There’s milk in ice cream so, like… it’s good for you right now?” Marko stumbled to his point. Leo chucked and lifted the hem of his beige sweater up to his chest, exposing his tiny first trimester tummy, looking ever so slightly pudgy from being 3 months along. Marko’s blush shifted to a deeper red and he tried to focus on the road, but was a sucker for Leo’s belly. “You’re going to get so big with four babies,” he said, his voice just slightly quivering in anticipation.

“Why stop at four?” asked Leo. “Are you serious?” replied Marko. “100%. We’ve talked about this before. We both love…” he gestured to his bare tummy, “THIS. We both have decided to take on fatherhood, why not just… shoot for the moon?” he put his shirt back down. Marko pulled into “Albatross Minigolf” and put the car in park, looking very seriously at Leo. “That’s going to be really hard on your body,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger car,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger APARTMENT!” “Marko… we’ll be fine! We only get to really do this once, lets make the most of it!” said Leo reassuringly. Marko wasn’t sure if “this” meant pregnancy, parenthood, or life in general, but he didn’t care. He kissed Leo on the lips, beyond excited to watch his boyfriend grow huge with his babies.

He got out of the car and ran around to the other side to get the door for Leo. He was more than prepared to dote on the man, already deciding he’d get Leo THREE sundaes after minigolf. After all, they’d need some calories to burn.

3 months later

Now six months along, and swollen with large sextuplets, Leo was solidly what one would call ‘very, VERY pregnant’. His usual button up flannel shirts had grown tighter and tighter until they wouldn’t button. While the pair did like the belly out, unbuttoned shirt look, Leo preferred to be more modest when in public. As the temperature dropped due to the coming of autumn, Leo had switched to his larger sweatshirts to remain covered, and even those didn’t really do the job anymore. Now looking overdue with quads, he waddled through the Willowbrook Square Mall wearing that same beige sweater he wore during minigolf night, once two sizes too big, now pulled tight over his bump and only reaching just above his navel.

To cover his lower belly, he wore a supportive belly band to help redistribute the weight of his womb and provide some modesty. Unfortunately for Leo, but much to Marko’s delight, the top hem of the belly belt and bottom hem of the shirt couldn’t quite meet, resulting in a cheeky strip of exposed tummy, complete with his popped navel peeking out.

Leo’s belly swayed slowly back and forth as he waddled next to Marko, squeezing his hand. He absolutely loved being so pregnant, but he tended to get colder feet in public. He was a sight to behold, and people weren’t shy about staring at his impressive bump. “I think that lady has intentionally hopped from store to store to keep me in view,” whispered Leo meekly, “She just keeps watching me, it’s weird,” “Bet she’s jealous of how great you look,” chuckled Marko. “Marko! I’m serious!” Leo hissed, “I like being this big but I don’t like being the center of attention!”

Marko raised an eyebrow, not liking his boyfriend being nervous. “I can talk to her if you’d like?” Leo shook his head, “Nono, I don’t want confrontation, I just want… honestly I just want a milkshake…” he said as cravings shifted his focus to his empty stomach. With each added baby to his womb, his appetite grew stronger, even as the amount of room in his smooshed digestive system grew smaller. Marko swiftly steered the pair toward the food court, knowing exactly what to get him.

Leo wasn’t much of a foodie before pregnancy, but getting knocked up had not only expanded his palette, but increased his appetite to the point Marko was constantly feeding him. He had actually become something of a good cook, and really enjoyed feeding Leo. As a result of his new caloric intake, Leo has began to physically soften with time, his thighs and ass become pillowier, and for the first time in his life, he had love handles. Marko took this as a point of pride, that his cooking was good enough to make someone a little pudgy. Of course, the constant flow of ice cream treats certainly didn’t hurt either.

“Any preferences, dear?” Marko asked as he helped Leo ease into a chair, which had to be pulled away form the table to make enough room for the belly. “Where you buying?” He asked. Marko tilted his head toward one of the chain restaurants in the court, “Sonic has the biggest shakes here, and I know you like car-” “Carmel oreo please,” grinned Leo. Marko’s heart flittered a little bit at Leo’s innocent smile, still in the honeymoon phase even after being together for so long. He nodded and made his way toward the Sonic, leaving Leo to sit and rest his aching feet.

He placed his hands on the top shelf of his belly, and scanned the food court. He was semi-used to being stared at by this point. Being visibly trans, being in a visibly gay relationship, hell, even his nose ring got glares from older folks. But this felt different, it wasn’t him they were stealing glances of, it was his belly. He felt a draft blow across the sliver of exposed skin between his sweater and belly belt, and felt a little self conscious. To make matters worse, the woman who had been stalking him made a b-line and was actually approaching him. He considered getting up and moving, but knew he’d reached the point in size and weight were he really needed Mareko’s help to do anything quickly.

“Excuse me!” she said, Leo braced for the worst. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been following you around, we’ve made eye contact like 4 times, but I really need to ask you something,” she continued. Poor Leo grimaced and prepared for the worst. What invasive question would he have to answer this time? She took a seat at his table, sitting across from him. She made eye contact and seemed very direct, something Leo wasn’t super crazy about.

“So my friend is pregnant, and she’s carrying decuplets, and she’s really starting to struggle with her size… where did you get that tummy support thing?” Leo blinked, feeling like an overhyped bandaid was just painlessly torn off. “Oh, uh, there’s a place across town that sells maternity wear, called ‘twins n’ up’, and the owner makes their own stuff. They, uh, they custom made it for me,” he answered. The lady nodded intently and made several notes on her phone.

“Is this lady bothering you, hon?” asked Marko as he returned with 32 ounces of creamy milkshake. “No, actually she was just asking me about this!” Leo pulled the hem of his supporting belt, letting it snap back against is belly. “I swear I’m not trying to harass your husband, he’s just the first person i’ve seen who is as pregnant is my friend and I wanted to know where he got his clothes. I’ll leave you guys alone now, thank you!” she said to Marko, offering her seat to him. Marko’s protective nature made him a little cautious of the woman’s intentions, but she seemed harmless enough. “Take care!” smiled Leo as she left. Marko sat across from him, and handed him the milkshake.

Marko chuckled, “I guess we look like husbands now?” Leo took a long, indulgent sip of his shake, basking in the sugaryness of it all. “I mean, we are growing our family quite a bit,” he patted his tummy, “I think it’s a fair assumption we’re married,” Marko considered the situation for a moment and realized, yeah, it WAS a fair assumption they be married, or at least engaged… maybe it was near time he brought assumption to reality…

3 more months later

Marko and Leo were currently no longer boyfriends. Rather, they were fiances! Marko popped the question privately after a very fun and successful baby shower, and Leo immediately said yes. Some tears of happiness were shed, celebratory cake was consumed, and more babies were added to Leo’s ever swelling womb later that night. Things were progressing smoothly for the expecting couple as they’d moved from their old smaller apartment to a larger, open floor house.

Now 9 months pregnant with thirteen babies, Leo was a sight to behold. His belly was permanently bared, no wardrobe in the country able to cover his bump. Through some luck, good genes, and lots of cocoa butter, he’d managed to avoid any stretchmarks, but his navel was thoroughly popped. While he’d started the pregnancy off on the skinny side, Marko’s endless flow of food had made sure baby weight accumulated, and now everything from his legs to his chest was growing. The only part of him that didn’t seem to gain any weight was his face, which was still lithe and adorable. His fluffy brown hair had only grown fluffier and fuller with the prenatal vitamins he was taking. He had to lose his blonde highlight though, as the babies could absorb chemicals through hair exposure, strangely enough.

Marko had been hard at work unpacking their whole life into this new house, as Leo had grown too large to really do much besides be doted on, which Marko was fine with. He’d set up their bedroom, and taken the doors off their hinges and removed the doorframes to buy Leo just a few precious weeks of being able to travel through doorways. At the rate they were going, they would need every inch of their open floorplan just for Leo’s titanic tummy.

Leo’s belly now held not only tredecuplets, but enough amniotic fluid to stay full and spherical. He was clocking in at around 300 lbs, and just under half of that was belly. Through the help of Marko, Leo could still walk… but getting up and down was a challenge. Leo’s belly was beyond bigger around than he was tall, and there were substantial portions where he could no longer reach. That didn’t stop the couple from conceiving more though. Even at thirteen full and pregnant beyond words, the couple still had plans for more. Call it some kind of hedonism, but Leo loved being bred and growing ever more massive, and Marko loved to watch.

Even now, well into January, large snowflakes lazily falling outside, the pair were together, warm and happy. Leo had basically outgrown the couch at this point, his belly more wide than the cushions were deep. Instead, they had splurged on an electric recliner which was situated facing slightly to the right of the television, so that Leo could lay back in a reclined position, but only had to turn his head to see the TV, since he couldn’t see past his own tummy straight on at this point. Strong visible kicks could be seen occasionally poking out of his tightly stretched skin, often in places out of view from Leo himself.

He sat, laid back in his large, cushy recliner, eating some chinese takeout Marko had picked up for him. He set the styrofoam container on his chest, idly scooping noodles into his waiting mouth. A chow mein noodle fell into his cleavage, something he didn’t have 6 months ago, and he picked it out with his chop sticks, hoping Marko didn’t notice him miss his mouth.

Marko didn’t notice, too enarmored with his future husband’s massive midriff. He got to see it every day, and yet every day he somehow loved it more. His hands were almost always touching it, only off of the bump when cooking or otherwise doing housework. He knew this had to be hard for Leo, being so massive and carrying so many, so Marko worked hard to do his part. Anything Leo wanted, he got. Specific foods, foot rubs, new clothes, a bigger belly… all of it was hand delivered by Marko himself. For being the more dominant of the pairing, he’d become something of a servant as Leo grew closer to immobility.

Right now, Marko had a dining room chair pulled up next to Leo, and was working cocoa butter into the side of his tummy, working slowly to both be gentile and maximize his time spent touching it. It amazed him how no matter his size, or how many were in there, his overburdened belly still had just a little give to it. Leo smiled, watching his partner be just engrossed with his tummy. “You have such a hopeless belly kink,” he chuckled. “Hmmm? Me?” Marko said, almost missing the question cause he was staring at the belly. “Yes you! Even before I got knocked up you liked touching me there! Who’s hands were on my tummy when we made out the first time?” Marko blushed. “I mean, yeah mine... but also who was so eager he got close enough that our glasses hooked on themselves? Who was so willing he whispered how he wanted a ‘baby in him right then and there?’,” Marko teased.

Leo was the one blushing now, thinking back to one of their first dates. Little did he know just HOW MANY babies would be put in him later in life. “Is it… bad I still want you to put a baby in me?” he said, embarrassed by his own words and avoiding eye contact. Marko set aside the cocoa butter and stood up, taking a good look at the tummy that lay before him. “No… I don’t think it’s bad… but I wonder if there’s room in that belly for any more?” he teased, pressing the tips of his fingers into Leo’s exposed tummy.

“Oh come on Mark, don’t make me beg, you said you’d take care of me?” Leo teased right back, deepening his finance’s blush. “Hmmm…” he rested the side of his head on the front end of Leo’s belly, listening to the ambient, living sounds from inside. “It SOUNDS pretty full, can one guy get any more pregnant?” Leo crossed his arms and mock-pouted. “I won’t ever find out if you keep talking...” Marko leaned over Leo, casting a shadow across his face. “So you’re ready for number 14?” he grinned. Leo wrapped his hand around the back of Marko’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before whispering, “Why stop there?”

Another 3 months later

Marko had needed to make some calls. He had a few contacts with the fabrication industry, and knew some guys always willing to help him out. Now a year pregnant, and full of 20 babies, Leo no longer fit standard furniture. He was simply too large and heavy for traditional couches and chairs. Instead, Marko’s friends had put their heads together, and fashioned him a special, form fitting lounge chair, with a sturdy metal frame and soft, satiny cushions. They even thought ahead and made certain parts of it adjustable to accommodate for his growing size. And growing he was. Now beyond overdue, the growth of his still healthy brood pushed his body to new maximums. Leo often joked about how his womb would need its own zipcode soon.

Leo buttoned his shirt back up, setting the pumping apparatus on the table next to him. He’d had to start pumping his milk, or his breasts would begin leaking on their own, and frankly, he didn't want colostrum on his plaid flannels. “Hon, could you put that in the fridge?” he asked, pointing at the bottles of milk he’d produced. Marko ran his hand along the circumference of Leo’s belly as he moved past him, slightly tickling Leo in the process. He took the bottles and placed them in the fridge before circling back. “How’re you feeling honey?” he asked. “Big. Pregnant. Massive, really,” Leo answered. “Just how you like it?” Marko replied. Leo grinned, “Yeeeaaahhh,”

Marko placed his hands firmly on the expanse of pale, pregnant skin, and started kissing. Leo squirmed on his throne of pregnancy as his husband moved slowly up his belly toward his face. Marko gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the lips, causing Leo’s breath to shake slightly. “You love me so much,” he said in his quivering voice. “I”m so massive and pregnant and huge and round and you adore me like this.” he continued, getting a little emotional. “Of course I do,” replied Marko, giving his lovely husband a side-hug. “You’re my person, and you’re carrying a lot of persons, just for me, and that’s not easy. And I appreciate it. And I want you to know that I love you, both for doing that and for just being you!” Said Marko tenderly. Leo teared up a little, reaching out for another hug. Marko obliged, Leo wiping a couple tears on Marko’s 80’s style denim button-up.

“I couldn’t do all this without you, y’know… all… THIS!” Leo gestured to his astounding belly, which nudged with movement slightly in response. “You shouldn’t ever have to, babe. That’s why we have each other,” The two shared a tender silence, Marko rocking back and forth slowly. Leo sniffed and shook his head, “Augh, sorry. Pregnancy hormones… y’know… make me all emotional.” he said. “You’re allowed to be emotional, babe,” reassured Marko. “I know…” nodded Leo.

Leo’s tummy rumbled and Marko chuckled, “You also get emotional when you’re hungry…” he pointed out. Leo laughed his bubbly, infectious laugh. “Yeah, I can’t argue with that… lemme see… the babies want…” he paused, “Potato soup!” Marko nodded, making his way to the kitchen to cook a huge batch. “Anything for you, my love,”

#writing #anonymous #commissions #not bellies

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bottomlouisficfest · 4 years

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The second half of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest is complete! We posted 21 fics since the first masterpost and we know it was a lot to keep up with, so we wanted to compile them all so you can make sure you’ve read every single one of these fics. Please give all of these fics a chance and be sure to give the authors kudos, reblogs, retweets, and comments so they know how appreciated they are. We hope you’ve enjoyed the fest as much as we have!

You can also find the first half of the BLFF fics here, so check out those out as well!

you contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn

A fic by tomlinvelvet on AO3 | @tomlinvelvet-ao3 on Tumblr

38k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis moaned prettily as he grabbed one of the hybrid's thighs and inched it up, his hand big enough to cover almost the entire of it. When he looked into Louis' eyes, they were practically just black, a pool of lust and tension rendering the baby blue of his eyes intense and rich. And they kept kissing until their lips tickled, until they were sure they would bruise and turn a deep burgundy colour.

"How was I supposed to know?" Harry mumbled in the crook of Louis' neck, letting his tongue and teeth play with the skin there.

"Couldn't you just talk to me?" was Louis' answer, and Harry thought.

He thought of how much time they had wasted because of him. --

Harry Styles was to spend six months at AT&T Inc. of all telecommunications companies in the world, also known as the largest one in its field. This was the biggest deal of his life; it will both improve his expertise in the domain and maybe secure the job of his dreams. There was only one problem standing in the way, and it came in the form of a stunning, irresistible and intimidating cat hybrid of the name Louis Tomlinson. In other words, his boss.

there's more than one place to call home

A fic by rina_a on AO3 | @lougendarey on Tumblr | @lougendarey on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry never asked for much from his neighbors - he didn't care about barking animals during the day or loud talking during the night.

The only thing he needed was silence when he was writing. And that was the only thing his new neighbor wouldn't give him.

Deciding to confront the loud guy who lived next door, Harry found himself ringing his doorbell one night. And that decision just may be the best thing that's ever happened to Harry.

(you're gonna see me in a) new light

A fic by thepolourryexpress on AO3 | @thepolourryexpress on Tumblr | @ZOUlSBUSONE on Twitter

13k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

a fake relationship au where everyone knows it's real but louis

Strangers in Love

A fic by sweetums on AO3 | @darlou on Tumblr

42k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

My Kingdom for Your Graces

A fic by nsfwtomlinson on AO3 | @nsfwtomlinson on Tumblr

5k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

Cooking with Styles

A fic by adoringsmiles on AO3 | @adoringsmiles on Twitter

9k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Anyone can cook— or so they say.

UN(RE)SOLVED.

A fic by feermartsant on AO3 | @boldbabe on Tumblr | @babeharrie_ on Twitter

28k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The ghoul boys are back, but this time around there are some unresolved feelings involved. Harry is a skeptic, Louis is not. Watch them go on their ongoing investigation into the question: are ghosts real?

Or, BuzzFeed Unsolved AU.

Weightless

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

25k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

Canyon Moon

A fic by delsicle on AO3 | @eeveelou on Tumblr | @itsdelsicle on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

keep it sweet in your memory

A fic by Safetypinprince on AO3 | @roselouis on Tumblr | @brtlyb on Twitter

17k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

We Can Go On Forever (When Everything’s Gone Forever)

A fic by jurassiclouis on AO3 | @jurassiclouis on Tumblr

39k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry spent most of his adult life focused on either his studies or his books - 5 of which he has already had published before he was 30. Immediately after completing his dissertation, he was offered a lectureship at Cambridge University where he’s been for 2 years now.

This wasn’t the first time in his life that he had felt the incessant itch to know more about a subject by any means. However, this was the first time the subject had been an Omega.

Prompt: Fluff (a/b/o) AU / University History Professor and Kindergarten teacher.

the way the storms blow

A fic by rbbsbb on AO3 | @rbbsbb on Tumblr | @deeperthanink on Twitter

21k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

“If I Cut Out a Heart...”

A fic by Typosmyown on AO3 | @palosquared on Tumblr

65k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is reluctant to assume a role as the owner of a gay strip club. The disappearance of his step-father puts Harry in this position. Along Harry’s path of discovering what happened to his step-father, between the abundant twerking, jigging arse of the club’s star stripper, a mystery deepens. Harry learns of several murders that all tie to his star stripper, Louis, The Tommo Tease.

I Couldn’t Get Away From You

A fic by Once_upon_a_larrie (once_upon_a_larrie) on AO3 | @once-upon-a-larrie28 on Tumblr

5k | Mature | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Something Wicked This Way Comes

A fic by MuggleMirror on AO3 | @mugglemirror on Tumblr | @archerlouist on Twitter

16k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

They say one can resist everything but temptation. The desire that leads to the passionate pursuit of climax that has built and broken empires. So what was stopping Harry from giving in to the temptation of Louis Tomlinson?

A regency murder mystery au where Louis is married to an earl and Harry is a detective. Hatchets are buried but not everyone is as they seem.

blue lotus

A fic by thedeathchamber on AO3 | @louehvolution on Tumblr

29k | Explicit | Louis/OMC | Tumblr post | Twitter post

After the Second Rebellion and the dismantling of President Cowell’s regime, Louis struggles to make sense of life.

A post-Hunger Games AU

letters from boston

A fic by tilthesundies on AO3 | @tllthesundies on Tumblr | @tiIthesundies on Twitter

3k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis’s standing in the kitchen when he opens the first letter.

Hey,

I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only address I know.

Happy holidays.

don’t know if i could ever go without

A fic by ifthat on AO3 | @lovehl on Tumblr | @alltheghost on Twitter

14k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

Glow, Chrysó Mou

A fic by bluestarwitch on AO3 | @IwtstarIight on Twitter

21k | Not Rated | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The sun is the one who braves darkness the most.

The sun isn’t the one who never gets tired.

I’ll Light the Fire

A fic by pinkvinyl on AO3 | @pinkvinyl on Tumblr | @PlNKVINYL on Twitter

7k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“Alright, baby, we can do that next time, okay?” Harry says, trying to hide the smile in his voice and moving between Louis’ spread thighs. Harry wishes he had his camera handy so he could snap a photo of the vision in front of him; the way Louis’ caramel skin is contrasting with the white sheets, his eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, and the sun rays bouncing off his back. Fucking gorgeous. Harry runs his hands up the length of Louis’ legs, digging his thumbs into the soft skin on the innermost part of his thighs. He makes a mental note to move his polaroid within arms reach of their bed.

“I might change my mind, that sounds like a lot of wor-, oh god,” Louis gets cut off as Harry licks a broad stripe up his taint to his hole, practically purring into the pillow.

The Space Between

A fic by emma1234 on AO3 | @lads-laddylads on Tumblr | @lads_laddylads on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Louis/Harry | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

#blff #fics 2019 #bottom louis fic fest #bottom louis #fic masterposts

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theymakemegayer · 4 years

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Reputation: Chapter 1

A Poppy x MC (Bea) Fan Fiction

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance

Description: Thoughts floated relentlessly, until a thought of you found me. Poppy Min-Sinclair. Oh hells. All I want this morning was to make my days here fun. What have I gotten myself to?

Foreword: My own take towards Poppy Min-Sinclair’s character. Come and indulge in my journey as I explore writing Poppy’s character. The plot is inspired with Queen B, but in this short story, I will challenge myself to let Poppy’s character grow into something we wished had/can/will happen.

This is a short story that will contain a few chapters.

For any TW or M rating, it’ll be announced for every chapter if there will be one.

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It was a sunny day, so I decided to stroll around the luxurious campus of Belvoire University before classes start tomorrow. Everything still felt foreign to me. From my daily life living in a small town – all of a sudden I need to get used to being surrounded by towering and luxurious building in this city.

It was still peaceful not until I started to notice the glances and murmurs the people around me are giving me.

I tried not to show in my facial expression how their whispers and looks irritated me. Is something wrong with my clothes? Deciding to ignore them I continue with my stroll.

“I AM GOING TO LOSE IT!” A high pitched shriek cut through quietness. At the picnic table my eyes landed on a platinum blonde hair girl sitting. She spoke again, her irritation towards the terrified girl evident. The terrified girl tried to reason out, but before she can finish the blonde girl cuts her off. I stared at them open mouthed. Is this how people here behave?

Just then the blonde girl notices me. She swivelled, her lips curled into a smirk.

“What the hell does a basic, tasteless – nobody like you looking at?”

I tried to play nice, but her tone and rudeness irritated me. Raising an eyebrow I talked back, “Oh hell no. You can’t talk to people like that.”

My parents, even though we didn’t came from a wealthy family – they taught me to treat other people with respect, but they also taught me to not let people step on me.

“Who do you think you are anyway?” I crossed my arms in front of me as I asked her.

“I’m Chloe St. James, and I’m ranked no. 2 here. How dare you talk back to me?”

Ranked number 2? What is she talking about? I was about to retaliate when someone beat me into speaking first.

“Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about who she is. But you should worry about who I am.”

The crowd parted as she walked into the scene. My eyes finally landed on another blonde girl. My breath hitched. Oh… wow. She’s stunning, this spells trouble to me. I realized how the crowd goes dead silence. I dared to meet her eyes, slowly her lips curled into a smirk making me gulped.

“And I’m about to become your first and last memory of Belvoire University.” She continued. I stare at her as she talked back to Michael. They mentioned something about ‘The T’ – what is that?

“I’d rather ask about her shoes. They’re kind of cute, for something pulled from the dumpster.”

I raised my eyebrow. This gorgeous girl had a sharp tongue. I took a step towards her. She glared at me as I continue to eliminate the distance between us. Once I was in front of her – so close our faces inches apart - I crossed my arms in front of my chest, holding her glare – looking and searching in the depth of those brown eyes.

“My shoes?” I paused gauging her reaction at our closeness. I swear I saw her breath hitched for a second before scowling at me. “Should I be devastated you don’t like my footwear?” I continued not letting my eyes slipped away from her face.

She chuckled humourlessly taking a step back then clapping slowly, “A nobody like you won’t last five minutes here at Belvoire.”

I smirked, “Sorry to break your bubble Poppy, but I love challenges. Friendly advice,” I winked at her and beamed, “Take a seat and watch me, Ms. Min-Sinclair.”

Suddenly I felt a tug on my wrist. “Bea! There you are! Look at the time. We need to go.”

“Wha-“

Before I can protest or something I was being pulled. We only stopped once we entered a dorm room.

“Sorry to pull you out like that.” She started to apologized. “If I hadn’t step up who knows what Poppy might say or do.”

“It’s alright. I was just caught off guard.”

“I’m Zoey, by the way. Your roommate, and this is our dorm room,” we shook hands.

“It’s nice to meet a gorgeous lady like you, Zoey.” I said making her laugh.

“You’re not so bad yourself Bea.”

“So…” I spoke, “Can I ask you questions I’m dying to know ever since I walked into the campus?”

“Shoot.”

“What’s The T? And what’s the deal with Poppy and those people?”

“The T is the school’s gossip blog.” She started to explain.

“What? It sounds like some Gossip Girl wannabe site?”

Zoey chuckled. “You’re quite funny Bea, but yeah it might sound like that, but The T is big here. And they have a popularity ranking system which you should know.” She showed me her phone. Poppy was standing a top, while I’m at the bottom of the rank.

“Okay that is some kind of shitty system?”

Zoey sighed, “Tell me about it, but because of that ranking system those in top of the rank acts more entitled like they’re some kind of celebrity, but truth is they are way worse than celebrities. You saw Poppy and her minions walked around the school like they own everything and acts like it is okay to be rude and to bully anyone they want.”

“I did saw that. I first hand encountered that too.” I sighed quietly, “Can’t believe an angelic face like Poppy can have so much bite in her attitude, and it’s not pretty at all. What a waste.”

Zoey stared at me long and hard. “Don’t tell me you’re having a crush on Poppy?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” I panicked.

“Oh God, no. Bea I don’t mind if you are gay, but as your new friend, please make sure you protect your heart. She’s a devil in disguise of an angelic face human. I hate people like her.”

“I-“

“Promise me Bea.” Zoey held both my hands looking into my soul.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Okay…”

*****

Zoey and I decided to celebrate our first day of being roommates and to unwind after that stressful encounter with Poppy in this Speakeasy in Soho. We were lounging at the far corner enjoying our drinks when she spoke.

“Hey Bea, I’m kinda curious about something.”

“Hmm?”

“I hope you’re not offended with it though.”

I chuckled, “Spit it out already Zo.”

“I did read quite an information about where you came from because of The T, but how did you manage to pay the bills for the school’s tuition fee you know specially how expensive it is here?”

“Ah, so that’s what you are curious about.”

Zoey suddenly hides her face in her hands. “Sorry it’s an offensive and embarrassing question.”

“It’s alright Zoey.” I took her hands away from her face.

“I’d like to think you are my friend now and I don’t mind you asking me things like this.”

Zoey exhaled in relief, “Whew, thank you Bea.”

“Well to answer your question, my family is a caretaker of a ranch in my hometown. Ever since I was a kid I remember growing up on that ranch, so the owner really trusts us for so many years already. They offered to pay for my tuition fee with the condition to maintain a good grade.”

“Oh like a scholarship?” Zoey interrupted.

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“Sorry for interrupting you, please continue.” She said shyly.

“They believed that I have so much potential since I had been a straight A student since I was a kid. They’re really generous and kind towards my family. Imagine how naïve and shock I am to encounter someone like Poppy a while ago.”

Zoey frowned, a pout on her lips, “My poor Bea.”

I chuckled, “I guess there are really different types of people huh.”

Suddenly a drink arrived at their table.

“You have anyone in mind where this came from?” Zoey asked eyeing me and the drink.

I smirked. “Oh, I have. Let me go to her for a minute Zo. I’ll be back.”

I walked towards the bar where the gorgeous lady from a while ago was clearly anticipating for me to come back. Her eyes glint a small smile in her lips.

“Thought you’d never come back.”

“And miss the opportunity to see your face again?”

She chuckled. “Come sit with me?” The glint in her eyes never fades.

I sat beside her our knees almost touching. I haven’t really dated a lot of woman in my hometown which is Farmsville. Even though we are now living in the 20th century I can’t say that Farmsville had been liberated with same sex couple. I’m a little bit nervous in the presence of this woman, but as I stare in her eyes – like a magnet something pulled me towards her.

The next thing I knew I was kissing Ina. Why does New York City have too many sexy and gorgeous ladies? I’m weak for that. I felt her hands circling around my waist. Her lips peppering kisses on my jaw towards my ears before she whispered, “Want to stay the night with me?”

At that moment my phone rings. I slowly pushed her back – the spell and of magic of our kiss dissolved with it.

“Sorry I have to take this.” It’s Zoey.

“Hi Zo.”

“Bea, where are you? Can we go home now?” I look at Ina, her gaze making my knees weak. Thank God, I am sitting right now. I contemplated.

“Bea?”

“You still there at our table?” I asked her.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, wait up for me.” I can see the disappointment in Ina’s eyes.

As I hang up the call I smiled apologetically at Ina, “I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

“Well Ms. No Name you clearly know how to make a woman want you.”

I laughed before I tap her nose, “Something tells me we’ll see each other soon, Ina.” I stood up.

“Crazy, but I guess I’ll trust that gut feel of yours cause I feel the same way.” She smiled.

“See you soon, Ina.” I winked before leaving her.

******

As I was lying awake in bed. The adrenaline from what happened today washing away from me, but my mind was still high. Thoughts floated relentlessly, until a thought of you found me. Poppy Min-Sinclair.

Thoughts of our first encounter flashed by; and so thoughts of what I promised with Zoey passed by too.

Oh hells. All I want this morning was to make my days here fun. What have I gotten myself to?

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author’s note: please feel free to tag people who wants to read a poppy x mc fanfic.

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suituuup · 4 years

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Pride Shenanigans

For @lilhan (ugh, it won’t let me tag) who requested fluff + smut. Thank you for your donation! :)

rated: E

word count: 2300

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Beca can’t really remember what sleeping in feels like. Waking up past eight a.m. hasn’t been a thing ever since they became moms, and while she was hoping their kids would inherit her love for sleep, she wouldn’t change her current situation for the world.

Her heart has just felt so incredibly full for the past five years.

Shortly after Avery’s birth, Beca re-negotiated her contract to be able to work more from home and take care of her daughter. It just made sense, as she was growing tired of being in the spotlight and spending more time on a plane than at home with her family. As grateful as she was for her five-year-long successful career as a singer, she was more than happy to step back into a part-time producer role.

Still though, waking up at the crack of dawn kinda stings. Beca’s still half-asleep, having snatched Jacob and shoved her nipple into his mouth before his cries could wake up her wife. They left him to sleep in their bed after his middle of the night feed, she and Chloe being too exhausted to carry him back to the nursery.

Beca was concerned at first about this co-sleeping thing, afraid she might roll over and squish their baby, but turns out she’s super cautious even while asleep.

The door squeaks open less than a minute after she started nursing, and Avery’s red head of curls pops at the foot of the bed as she climbs up, crawling on all fours like she does every day for their morning snuggling session.

“Morning baby,” Beca greets with a tired smile as Avery plops down beside her. “Did you go potty?”

Avery nods proudly. “I’m a grown up now.”

“Oh yeah?” Beca chuckles. “Since that’s the case, can you go make Mama a cup of coffee? And sweep the house and take out the garbage?”

Her suggestion’s met with an incredulous frown. “Mama, I’m not Cinderella.”

Beca stifles a laugh, smoothing her hand over Avery’s curls. Their daughter has such funny comebacks, most days. “Oh, my bad.”

Avery places her hand over Beca’s mouth, her nose scrunching up. “Mama, you stink.”

Beca hears Chloe’s barely contained giggle as her jaw drops. Avery’s attention’s already shifted to Jacob nursing. She’s silent for a while, lips pursed.

“Is one of your boobies making chocolate milk and the other normal milk?”

“No,” Beca laughs. “Just normal milk in both.”

“He eats a lot, ” she blurts out next, blinking.

A minute later, Avery announces she’s off to play with her toys and leaves the room, Chloe rolls over.

“She’s a trip,” Beca says, shaking her head as she tries to keep her amusement at bay. When Chloe leans in for a kiss, Beca pulls away lightly. “Careful, apparently I have bad morning breath.”

“Don’t care,” Chloe mumbles, pecking Beca’s lips a few times. “Happy Pride, babe.”

Beca smiles. The first Pride they went to was when they’d only been together about three months. Chloe had convinced a reluctant Beca that it would be fun, and that day happens to be one of Beca’s favorite memories over the last decade. “Happy Pride.”

“Happy Pride, baby boy, your first one,” she then gushes to Jacob, brushing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Still up to go to the parade?”

They ended up not going last year as Beca felt too sick with nausea at the start of her pregnancy, and it also happened to be very hot out.

“Yeah, definitely. I checked the weather, it shouldn’t get too hot.”

Chloe pushes a kiss to her cheek. “Okay, I’m gonna go make breakfast.”

They’re off to the parade a few hours later. Avery is wearing her ‘ my moms rock’ shirt gifted by her aunt Aubrey and Chloe painted a rainbow on each cheek. Beca kept the colors to a minimum, sticking to the face painting but otherwise wearing regular clothes, while Chloe sports her rainbow shorts and her white shirt with a cute dinosaur waving a pride flag.

It’s only an afternoon out, but they look like they’re off on a week-expedition between the stroller for when Avery gets too tired, the diaper bag and the picnic bag containing their lunch.

Chloe has Jacob strapped against her chest in his sling carrier, and Beca doubles-check that they have everything before they’re on their way.

“There might be a lot of people where we’re headed so don’t let go of my hand, K?” Beca tells Avery as they hike down the steps outside their brownstone. They live in family-friendly Park Slope, which comes alive each year during Pride as it’s also notorious for being a gay neighborhood. “And if you lose us, you find another mommy, alright?”

Avery’s Wonder Woman backpack also has Beca and Chloe’s contact information in case that happens.

“I know, Mama,” Avery says, her pigtails bouncing with each excited step. “Maybe we’ll see Noah!”

“Who’s Noah?” Beca asks in confusion.

“He’s my boyfriend,” she replies in the most natural way, and Beca gulps, glancing to Chloe. “He wears cool shirts. And he likes to clean.”

Chloe chuckles. “Then you should definitely hang onto him, sweetie.”

Beca glares at her wife for encouraging their daughter. “Don’t you think it’s a bit early to have a boyfriend, baby?”

She ignores Chloe’s eye-roll.

“Mama,” Avery sighs, in a clear ‘we’ve talked about this’ tone. “I’m a grown up, now.”

“Right, right,” Beca clears her throat. “So what do you guys do together?”

“We talk about dinosaurs and rocks.”

Beca visibly relaxes. “Oh, okay.”

They turn left on the main street and Avery asks Beca to carry her on her shoulders so she can see better.

“All good?” Beca asks, glancing towards Chloe as she holds onto Avery’s ankles to steady her.

“Yeah, he’s out,” she says as she rubs their four-month old’s back, then points across the street. “The park’s that way.”

“Mommy, Mama, look!” Avery gasps. Beca figures she’s talking about the group of five Queens, each dressed in one of the colors of a rainbow. “They’re so pretty!”

“Yeah,” Beca agrees with a smile, happy that her daughter seems to be enjoying their little outing so far. They get to the park ten minutes later, where stalls of face painting, refreshments and art and crafts are set up along one side. They find a spot under a tree, and Beca sets Avery down to spread out the blanket while Chloe unstraps Jacob.

“What’s LGBTQ mean?” Avery asks a bit later as they eat their sandwiches, pointing at one of the rainbows flags sporting the acronym.

Jacob is chilling on the blanket between his moms, munching on his teething toy.

“The L is for Lesbian, which is romantic love between two women,” Chloe starts. “The G is for gay, which is the same but between two men, the B is for bi, which is when someone has romantic love for both men and women,” she pauses, giving Avery time to process her words. “The T is when for example, a man feels like he’s actually a woman inside, in his heart, and he wants to live with his true self. And the Q… stands for Queer, and it celebrates all gender, boy, girl and those who don’t really know, and all the ways that people can love each other.” She smiles, feathering her fingers through Avery’s hair while Beca watches on, her heart soaring with love whenever she witnesses Chloe being the wonderful mom she is. “Some of that might a bit complicated for you to understand still. The most important thing to remember is that LGBTQ and Pride is all about love; how people find love in the world and how people love themselves for the way they are.”

“And love always wins over hate,” Avery states, causing their moms to look at each other with fond smiles. Chloe often says that, and clearly it made an impact on their daughter for her to remember. “Can I get a facepaint, Mommy?”

“Sure, baby.”

They eat lunch and Avery gets a rainbow dinosaur drawn on her cheek, and they lounge for a bit at the park before checking out the parade, heading home when Avery starts getting tired and cranky. After a nap for all members of the household, they bake a rainbow cake and watch a movie before dinner, and Beca feeds Jacob while Chloe takes care of Avery’s bedtime routine around eight.

Once Beca’s done, she flops back on their king-sized bed with a tired sigh, grabbing her phone and opening up instagram. Of course Chloe’s already made a post about today, uploading a picture of their family at the park with the caption:

Happy Pride everyone! #loveislove ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

Beca comments with a simple heart, setting her phone down when Chloe pads into the bedroom.

“Everyone’s asleep!” Chloe says in cheerful whisper, shutting the door behind her.

“Yay!” Beca whispers back, humming in delight when Chloe climbs on top of her and kisses her softly. “Today was a good day.”

Chloe grins. “Yeah.” She nudges her nose against Beca’s. “Are you super tired?”

The suggestiveness in her tone makes Beca shiver, and she shakes her head, leaning up to brush another kiss to Chloe’s lips as her hands slide under Chloe’s shirt to map the muscles in her lower back. Intimate moments have been scarce ever since Jacob’s birth, and Beca’s been craving more alone time with her wife over the last few months.

“We should go away soon,” she murmurs against Chloe’s lips, sighing in contentment as Chloe skips down to kiss along the side of her neck. “Just the two of us.”

She’s been reluctant to be away from Jacob for more than a few hours at a time, but he’s almost six months old, and she knows Chloe’s parents would be thrilled to have their grandkids for a whole weekend.

“Mhm,” Chloe hums against her skin, teeth grazing Beca’s pulsepoint. “We can get a hotel with a view on Central Park and sleep all day long.”

Beca groans at the thought. “Yeah. Uninterrupted sleep sounds fucking amazing.” She moans when Chloe’s hands slips past the waistband of her cotton shorts and cups her through her underwear, her back arching into the touch. “Fuck, Chlo. Missed you.”

“What do you want?” Chloe breathes, lifting her head to kiss her. “Fingers? Mouth? Strap-on?”

“Not the strap-on. Too long,” she husks, dragging Chloe’s t-shirt up and over her head. She sits up to get rid of her own shirt, her full breasts bouncing with the movement. “Take those off,” she adds, urgency leaking in her tone as she tugs on the waistband of Chloe’s pajamas bottom. Laughter bubbles up her throat when she sees Chloe’s rainbow underwear, because Chloe is so extra. “Oh my god.”

“You like?” Chloe asks with a cheeky grin, and Beca flips them over without warning, not sure where that sudden pelvic strength is coming from given the fact that she gave birth four months ago.

“Yeah,” Beca rasps, her lips trailing down Chloe’s chest and pulling a nipple in between them while her hand finds the other, rolling the pink bud between her thumb and pointer finger. She continues down Chloe’s smooth and toned stomach, hooking her pointer fingers into the waistband of her underwear and dragging them down her legs.

Standing up, Beca shimmies out of her own panties and settles back on the bed with her head towards the foot, sliding one leg under one of Chloe’s and the other one over her opposite hip, shuffling closer until their wet cunts make contact.

“Shit,” Chloe exhales, propping herself on her elbows as she grinds her hips down, matching Beca’s circular motions. “ Baby.”

Beca answers with a moan, a zap of pleasure coursing through her whole body as her clit rubs heavenly against Chloe with each pass. She grips Chloe’s bent knee for leverage, her rhythm picking up.

It feels so fucking good, until--

“Wait,” Beca hisses, pausing. “I’ve got a leg cramp.”

Chloe flops back with a giggle. “Fuck, we’re old.”

“Let’s switch,” Beca suggests between pants, knowing Chloe has more stamina and is overall in better shape.

“K.”

Stealing a kiss from Chloe’s lips on the way, Beca settles on her back, one hand curling around Chloe’s hip to steady her as she gets on top, sitting astride Beca in a more upright position.

Beca’s hand moves to Chloe’s thigh while Chloe braces her on Beca’s stomach as she resumes their previous rhythm, only the pressure is much better with that angle. A whimper flits through Beca’s lips as she fights to keep her eyes open. “Fuck, just like that.”

“Huh-huh,” Chloe manages, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth as her head tilts back and her back arches, the movement making her hips buck into Beca’s. “Oh god.”

“Chlo,” Beca croaks out, digging her nails into Chloe’s flesh as she feels herself nearing her climax. “M’not gonna last long.”

“Me either,” Chloe murmurs, locking eyes with Beca as she picks up in speed.

Beca’s free hand curls into the sheet as she teteers towards the edge, her hips bucking hard as she comes. She twists her head and muffles her moan into the pillow as Chloe keeps going for a few more beats until she cries out, shuddering through her own orgasm.

Watching Chloe come is still hands down the hottest thing Beca’s witnessed to this day.

Flopping onto her side, Chloe cups Beca’s cheeks and tugs her into a tongue-heavy lip-lock.

Beca chuckles when they part, chest heaving up and down. “Happy fucking Pride.”

#bechloe #bechloe fic #ppfandomdrive

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itsthecupbros · 3 years

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Just a scene

I wrote this with @shattered-ecilpse-varian last night for out hogwarts au and I thought Id format it here-

Mugman looked into the mirror of the 4th floor boys bathroom and saw and felt his face flush blue. It was near midnight, no no one should walk in on him, but he was still anxious. Bracing his hands on either side of the sink and taking a deep breath, he looked himself over. Maraca, a hint of dark blue eyeshadow, light pink lip gloss. He knew that if his father, heck, anyone in his old neighborhood saw him like this, they would never wash the blood out of the road. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold surface of the mirror. After reassuring himself, he released the sink and took a step back, looking at himself in the clear glass surface. The long blue dress gently brushed the tops of his bare feet as he turned slightly on the spot. It had two straps, leading his white shoulders and upper back exposed. He thought he looked amazing, but then all of the the memories and facts came crashing down onto him. What people would think, what they would say. Guys can't wear dresses, guys can't appear like this. His face flushed dark again and he looked at the cold floor, trying to push away the shame already rising in his face.

Indigo was wandering around stress forcing him to walk was exhausted he couldn't sleep so he sweared he heard loud angry footsteps coming his way he quickly entered the boys bathroom panic-stricken he didn't want to get in trouble all over again. He saw his crush dress up in a beautiful dress he just froze staring not knowing what exactly to say

It was a few moments before Mugman noticed him. He turned and let out a Yelp, taking a step back as his face flushed darker in embarrassment. "I-Indigo! Wh-what are you doing here?" He looked downward, his face hot. He braced himself for indigo to laugh at him, or cry out in disgust, or ridicule him in some other manner.

"Tt. Um.. you... i..." Indigo flushed red looking down dying inside "I'm sorry I...I didn't m-m-mean to i-intrude I'm sorry"

"N-No! Please! I-I was just startled..." The toon let out a nervous laugh, avoiding his eyes and rubbing at the elbow joint of his prosthetic, suddenly self conscious that it was so exposed.

"Um... what what are you why are you up this late?: Indigo mumbled softly squeezing his already scratched off and red arm trying to stay awake trying to not let anything bad happen

"I-I just wanted to... to t-try some things on without the boys from my dorm looking on..."

"Oo...um understandable..." Indigo smiled a little scratching a little. "Um....you...you looked look nice..."

Mugman flushed darker. "R-really? I..I wasn't sure... you.. you don't think I look like... l-like a freak? ..o-or something...?" He wrapped his arms around himself, still avoiding his eyes.

Indigo shook his head "N-no! I no? You don't!"

Mugman seemed stunned for a few seconds before he gave a chiming laugh and a glowing smile, his eyes shining. "..thank you..."

Indigo just gave an embarrassed thumbs up. He looked away and tried to think of more conversation "Um...so...... you can't sleep I'm guessing?"

"...no... too many nightmares..." mugman replied, looked away and biting his lip.

"Mmhm...same.... want to wander around?..um I've been doing that for the past... I don't know how many hours.. we can try to find new secret passageways and such! I do that when I can't sleep or I just watch over the dorm.. but it seems like Atlas got that one covered tonight" Inido smiled looking down reaching out his hand.

Mugman reached out, gripping it gently and smiling. "I think I'd like that..."

Indigo smiled nervously holding his hand and it started walking. "Okay! Let's do this"

Mugman giggled as he started speeding up. "Come on, I know this great hidden room up ahead!"

Indigo smiled letting the toon go first "Okay! Show show!" He said fidgeting, extremely excited and well happy. He was barely flustered anymore just happy to hang out with someone

Mugman rushed around a corner and ducked through a tapestry, starting to talk as he sped by. "My older brother is quite the troublemaker. On our first day, he showed me and lost the best spots in the castle. You would t believe the trouble he's gotten himself into in the past..."

Indigo quietly followed knowing a bit about getting in trouble "Mmhm! that's always nice"

After running down a passageway for a while, mugs turned a corner and came to a large open room with a small fountain off to the side, ornate pillars around the walls, and a tree growing in the center. Mugman smiled. "This has to be my favorite of the places he showed me... I'm not sure what it's used for, but I think it's beautiful..."

Indigo stared gobsmacked he started looking around and just smiled "Whoa..."

Mugman gently squeezed his hand. "...I know right...?" His voice had taken a softer tone.

Indigo gently squeezed back "Yeah.."

Mugman looked at him and felt his heart flutter, warmth rushing to his face. He looked away again, pushing the feeling down. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to tempt fate.

"So...um.." Indigo squeezed his hand a little and started walking to the tree "Let's hang out?"

Mugman walked beside him, squeezing back. "We'll have to be back before morning, but I'd love that..."

"Okay... that sucks" Indigo mumbled softly and sat down exhaustion hitting him hard

"...tired...?" Mugman asked with a small smile.

"Always.." Indigo mumbled softly rubbing his eyes

Mugman hesitated "...I get that.. some... things... have been happening lately... I... I actually really need to talk about it... s-so.. can I vent to you...?"

"Mm..do tell... I'm here.." Indigo smiled, as his eyes closed he was quietly listening

Mugman paused for a few moments, bracing himself "okay.. s-so... I...I suppose I should start at the beginning... C-Cuphead and I got kicked out of the house when I was 3... our mom was a witch, but she didn't tell our dad until after I was born. She... she died shortly after... I don't know how... our dad was already n-not fond of us because we were wizards, but when he found out my brother was gay... it was the final straw..." he paused, taking a deep breath to stop the tears forming in his eyes. "...w-we lived on the streets for a while until cups could get enough money to rent an apartment. One day, we found another toon. He literally bumped into us on the streets and begged us to help him, he said he was being hunted and he had been under the control of dark wizards for over a year... we weren't sure, but took him in... he didn't remember his name... so he gave himself the name lost... surprisingly, we were accepted into this school and were able to escape for a while... unfortunately, apparently the people who had been controlling lost didnt want to give him up... th-they... came for him... I-Ive never see Lost so scared... he was screaming and begging... we fought them off... but... we didn't get out in one piece..." he gestured to his prosthetic, tears were starting to slip down his face. "...what scares me most is that they... they hired someone... they call themselves void and they're one of the most wanted magic users in country... they crushed cuphead's hand and... they never stop until they get the job done... we have an agreement with the headmaster... so we can stay at the castle over break... b-but I'm still terrified every night that they'll find us... Im terrified they'll take lost and kill the two of us for standing in their way... and.. th-theres no way to know if today will be the last day... I.. Im just so scared..."

Indigo just stared at him worried and bewildered. He just didn't know what to say he just looked down hugging himself

Mugman realized he'd been rambling, his face flushing. "O-oh jeez... I'm so sorry... I ruined it, didnt I...? I-I shouldn't dump that on you... jeez... stupid, stupid..." he bit his lip. He completely ruined it. They were having such a nice night... Indigo didnt need to hear about all the terrifying things going on without him and his brothers...

He quietly pulled him into a hug. He quietly mumbles "I'm so sorry..."

He closed his eyes and hugged him back, repressing a sob as all the emotions he had been repressing came crashing down on him at once. The horror of watching his own brother screaming and begging for mercy. The terror of living every day having to wonder if this would be the last time he would see the sun. He was trembling, clinging to indigo as his resolve finally broke and he sobbed into his shoulder, his body shaking I violently as wave after wave of emotion crashed into him.

Indigo gently held him rubbing his back. He tried to comfort him, he was pretty sure it wasn't good enough but he had to try

He choked out apologies as he struggled to regain control, praying indigo wouldn't hate him and already hating himself for dumping his own emotions onto the person he considered his best friend.

Indigo just started softly speaking in German in a tune of a lullaby. He scooped him up the best he could and just held him continuing to speak

After the toon managed to stop himself from sobbing, he continued to cling to him, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried in his chest.

The twin buried himself into him as well mostly in his shoulder. He didn't cling on to him as tightly but he still held on to him still mumbling that German tune

After a few minutes, mugman took in a shuddering breath and gently pulled away, looking downwards. His mascara was smudged and there were black tear tracks running down his pale face. He kept his eyes downcast. "I-I'm sorry... you mustn't think much of me now... right...? ...s-sorry... I just... g-god I'm so weak...

Indigo shook his head holding both of his hands not caring about the prosthetic. He just tiredly mumbled "....you're strong...you're strong.."

Mugman hesitated "...I-I just broke down in your arms and you still tell me I'm strong.. I... I really don't deserve you as a friend..." his voice was weak and broken as he bit his lip. "...you don't deserve me dumping this on you... I-I'm sorry..."

He hugged him tightly "N-no I... don't go please" Indigo's voice out of nowhere became weak and filled with terror

He hesitated before squeezing his hand, swallowing the lump in his throat before nodding, his voice only a whisper. "O-okay... I won't go..."

"Sorry.." He eventually mumbled his eyes closed trying not to slip into sleep

"...please don't be... I'm the one who just dumped a ton off emotional trauma onto you..."

Indigo mumbled incoherently clinging onto him exhaustion finally pulling him down to slumber

Mugman ran a hand through his hair, soon realizing that he had fallen asleep. He started to panic for a few seconds before managing to calm himself down, leaning back and letting his eyes flutter shut, focusing on indigo's even breaths. Maybe just a little rest... he could... wake up before morning.... before he could stop himself, he drifted into unconscious.

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knyenthusiast · 5 years

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Kimetsu no yaiba as a

k-drama

Lowkey inspired by boys over flowers, literally everyone x reader,, just introducing the characters roles if they were in the k-drama. Probably gonna do more with this au plot ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I feel like this isn’t a kdrama based au but a WATTPAD GENUINE GUIDE STORY,,

You know those types of dramas where every boy or girl story x you, and you either get bullied or maybe loved, popular etc, am trying to do that

I’ll be using girl pronouns because,, gender neutral pronouns is a bit hard in this one, sorry 😔!!!

Tanjiro : would be the first kid that pops up to you when you first entered the school, since you just moved in the school. He would introduce himself and show you around the school, the teacher doesn’t mind him skipping class because he’s the goody two shoes of the school, you weren’t really surprised by the fact that he is, he radiates soft boy energy. Oh yeet surprise surprise, you’re in the same class as him, he might actually have to tutor you, he would actually voluntarily ask

“Would you like me to help ?”

You might sometimes borrow his homework if you forgot to go yours, hehe. He wouldn’t let you but you were too cute so,,,

He has a girl, who follows him around and you asked him who she is oh!?

Nezuko: , loves you so much, treats you as a little sibling no matter the age, she lowkey wants to be dominant for once. Takes really good care of you, i feel as if she would bake cookies for you or like buy you snacks and banana korean milk and gives it to you every morning, so you can have more energy for the day, gay for you but doesn’t show it much,

If you were into kpop, I’m pretty sure she would be neutral with you screaming to your kpop husbands but she also secretly tries to learn your kpop husbands just so she could scream with you and talk to you more but is still a confused baby,,,and tanjiro would just look at you, conFusiOn intensifies,

This is where zenitsu pops up: and is literally the woman magnet,

“TANJIRO YOU HAD A CHIC ALL ALONG?!”

He was so eager, and screamed, the classmates doesn’t even bother looking, since it’s the usual, but since there was you involved, loOks his way. He’s that one sad kid who wants a lover but never gets one because people think he’s a loud sad cry baby, he’s close to tanjiro because tanjiro was the only one who accepted his obnoxious ass. He quickly tries to make a move on you after you breathed. He tries to look cool infront of the ladies, thinks he’s a pro with the chics, but isn’t.

“Did you know that I’m the hall monitor ?”

Tries to impress you and fails because tanjiro kept on spitting the truth about him to you and zenitsu quickly screams at him and tells him to shut up.

Class has started !

The teacher had told you to introduce yourself in front of the class and suddenly...

B A M

door opens, another flower boy slams opens the door , toast in the mouth. Clothes, belongings and hair messy, casually walks to his seat, doesn’t care that the teacher is scolding him, he does as he wants

Inosuke : opens his top buttons a bit to show that he ain’t no girlie, has a very pretty face, secretly a softie, causes trouble, lowkey bullies tanjiro but not too harsh on him, apart of tanjiros friend group, feral loud baby, ain’t that smart so at one point you had to tutor him. Really likes the idea of teasing,

Inosuke : causes trouble

Tanjiro : gets him out of trouble

Would be that one person who gives out bad advice,

Craves for your compliments, he tries to do everything better than you but fails, tries to blackmail you to praise him, very competitive, but I swear he is a supportive friend, he just....

Doesn’t look like it.

Pretty girl has appeared and greeted you!

Kanao : everyone loves her, she isn’t mean. The calm one of the class and the smart A+ student and says that 97 as a score is still not good enough. Somewhat passive aggressive, always a smile on her face, she just suddenly sticks herself to you because she’s concerned, you were already glued to 3 guys,,,, and the one girl,,, your somewhat trustable girlfriend.

Would always scold you, she’s just so concerned for your well being,

You were walking down the hallway till

Oh no!

You saw a crowd and In the middle was a fight between to very tall men and they were both covered with scars !

The shinazugawa bros :

Genya : after you saw him fighting who you thought was a bully but was actually his brother, you tried to help him but he kept on pushing you away because, he doesn’t want a girl knowing his problems, he’s usually alone. It’s not like he hates girls no no no, he’s very shy. Doing his stuff alone, everyone fears him, but not as much as they fear his brother. A bit of neutral with the classmates but they still somewhat fear him.

You were suddenly paired with him for a project so you knew you had to get close to him somehow, he told you that he would do all the stuff for the project and told you to leave him alone but you kept on following him around, tanjiro warned you about him that he was scared he might attack you or something, zenitsu being the protective boy he is told you to s t o p, cried rivers of tears, but you told them you had this all under control,

In the end you two bonded and became good friends

+ 1 genya to tanjiros friend group. He now hangs out with you guys,

Sanemi : OH BOI, R U D E, doesn’t care if everyone can see his bara bara tiddies, even the teachers were scared of him, like damn he looked menacing, especially with his scars,

Apart of this outside of school gang,,,,

You wanted to confront him about the genya problem and he should’ve taken better care of his brother, so you went up to him and his friend, probably his only friend rengoku,,, and he was like

“Go away, pimp”

Really dislikes you at first, he might actually be a bully to you, because you annoyed him so much, but you guys might fall in love suddenly like, BAM. Yes this is what usually happens, the bully might actually fall in love with the one he bullies as obnoxious as it sounds. :x,

Everyone’s worried for you because, a GORL going up to THE SHINAZUGAWA BARA TIDDIES SANEMI Like WOAH,,, everyone warned you like, even your classmates,,,

Rengoku : has a pack of girls making a fan club for him, he’s a very popular guy indeed

“You can’t touch rengoku oppa 😩🤬”

But he just sticks himself to you so his fan girls won’t touch you and hurt you, he is Genuinely a nice guy, wants to help as much as he can as a senior, Since he’s sanemis only best friend, he would always say sorry to you if sanemi has hurted you by any chance, says sorry for his behalf, honestly... trusts you with ‘tanjirou my boy’.He’s really neutral with anything but he’s very protective over sanemi,

Come and question me but I ship sanemi and rengoku. Come fight me.

He Has a little brother, and talks about all his little brothers achievement because he loves his brother, you two would go to the park and have hangouts a lot, he’s apart of the baseball club :,^). Shines like the sun, you gave him a sunflower once and he cherished it because it was from s/o and he loves you.

Himejima : would also most likely be around sanemi and rengoku, hehh, the three make a great team, himejima is probably busy doing student council activities since he is the leader/head, he has great leadership things and always corrects zenitsu on doing his hall monitoring job correctly, but he hangs out with his friends as well, people kind of question on why he’s friends with sanemi, since bad guy and good guy, doesn’t make any sense, but himejima can be a gangsta as well, he sometimes helps sanemi bail out of class,

Gangsta🤙

Y’all gangsta till himejima finally snaps and gets his portable axe out of his backpack, people count him as the most chillest head student council ever, because the previous ones were way strict than him, but I swear he gets things done as well!, passive aggressive way, says things nicely but what he’s saying is demanding, also apart of the baseball team and basketball!, you see him a lot there and he looks hot there 😳, he smiles when he senses you around him, don’t underestimate him,

There’s this one girl with this devious smile plastered on her face,, I wonder who she is?

Shinobu : best girl, everhone has this weird senior relationship with her, since sometimes we all can get along well but when she serious and angry, you don’t miss with her, just because she small, don’t mean she has no power,

She the chief student council, don’t mess with her,

Teases you a lot because you surrounded by the oppars, and the hotties, passive aggressive aswell, especially with that smile of her, sometimes unpredictable, but she tries to be close to giyuu?, wonder who that is, teases him but he doesn’t really care, some of his fan club hates her and some loves her, but giyuu and shinobu sometimes make a good team and she watches over you well even tho it doesn’t look like it since she teases you a lot

A bigger crowd has emerged, ! What’s that ? A guy in the middle???? Has a spikey pony tail?? Hmmm???

Giyuu : really awkward, but is smart boy, he doesn’t really know what’s going on around him, but he actually has a bigger fangirl base than rengoku’s,

Girls swoon over him, crave for his attention, Lucky you, he had interest for you but didn’t show it much, how did you know him?, he helped you pick up your fallen books in the library, and first love music intensifies *

let me think of a kpop song, OH WAIT

Park kyung - inferiority complex

Day6 - when you love someone

STAN DAY 6 OMG PMENALFLAJGLOQ,; have y’all heard of time of our life by day6 like uhM BITJ SNAPPED, ok continue. I’m a jyp Stan so like 🤭

he played hard to get, so you went to him and asked him stuff while he ignores you but actually enjoys the time together, you follow him around with Tanjiro because Tanjiro also wants to know him better,

You’d visit him every morning, and share to him nezukos banana milk that she gives you every morning :,^),,,, jkjkjj you bought your own banana milk and gave it to him, but he looked as if he doesn’t care but he secretly drinks it.

Sabaito: big BABY, acts like the maknae *young kid* but is actually the most experienced, I feel as if he would be a perfectionist but no one would really notice it ?, the only one who could get giyuu to smile, knows everything about giyuu, the number one ship from both fanclubs,

Whose both?

Sabito and giyuuus fanclub OF COURSE!,

Would be that one ghost kid, sometimes mysterious, sometimes eaves drops, sometimes competitive, but he just wants the best for the earth and lead a better generation, leadership type of guy, if there were to be a senior x junior event, the teachers would most likely pair him with you since, there’s a lot to be learnt from him,

Would be asked to tutor you, very popular among the moms,

‘Have you heard about all of sabitos achievements?’

‘Must be so lucky to have him as a son!’

Your mom would lowkey ship you with him, and ask him to tutor you more,

Every mom would approve of him

Y’all thought he big brain but he medium sized baby, giyuu would most likely be found around him, you see sabito? There has to always be giyuu, or else there would be something wrong, he sometimes quirky, and tries to speak slang, but that just breaks his character,

Fan service with giyuu, and he would always make the first move, looks out for giyuu and you aswell,

But he trusts tanjiro to do that, but sometimes don’t trust him aswell,

The two would always be found in food areas, such as the tempura shop near school, and food fairs,

Sabito has an Instagram about food but never posts his face, typical,

Since giyuu was a tease he told every girl in his fan club he’d date the girl who gets his Rolex watch from the scary cat near the school area, damn giyuu with cla$$

You went searching for the cat, you knew it was dangerous but you tried to go to the cat anyways and now you were full of the cats scratches, :(

You were so exhausted that you laid down under a tree. You didn’t know there was a boy next to you. He had long black hair with blue tips at the end of his hair...

Muichiro : he really likes cloud gazing, his special spot is the tree you just found while searching for the nasty cat. He Is actually close to tanjiro but he doesn’t hang out with him much because his friend group was too loud, he easily dozed off but tries his best to listen to you.

At first your relationship with him was just a quiet atmosphere but that changed till you got to know him better,,, so here you are cloud gazing with him, and he just tells you random things with his soft voice, he’s very mysterious, more mysterious than giyuu actually... he likes sleeping in class so whenever you go to his class for recess, you have to wake him up, and let me just tell you that he looks CUTE, he skipped a few grades because he was just too smart...

While cloud gazing, two people were screaming muichiros name??? Who could they be ???

Mitsuri : really concerned for muichiro, really loud and energetic, the nicest purest girl you met, the whole school loves her, gymnastic club, real flexible, dancer baby, but more to ballet because she’s elegant, lots of guys ask her out but she’s kind of taken by y’all know who... she was searching for muichiro because she was worried about him, he didn’t look well that day and the school nurse told her to give him some pills... so here she was searching for him. Really determined to find him.

You didn’t know muichiro was sick because he always looked pale, but today he sounded off, so here you are with mitsuri, trying to make muichiro eat his pills and feeding him before he gets his pills, since it was recess, he was really shy because you were feeding him, he internally passed out, this was probably your first time seeing him this shy around you, but since you thicc as a brick and you didn’t get any hints yet, you thought he was just very sick.

A cold atmosphere had emerged, whose giving off this aura?

IGURO: really cold, protective over his gf, deals with the bs around mitsuri since mitsuri is lowkey like a child, he’s a bit neutral towards you, and muichiro, yoU four look like a happy family,

The first time you two met, uhm- he was really cold and gave you a glare, but since mitsuri had literally glued herself to you, he had no choice but to spare you and muichiro was close to you as well!, you two are at a neutral bond stage, you can get a long, sometimes can figt as well, he slick as f,

Sometimes appear at times you don’t want him to appear, eavesdropping at its finest, lowkey claimed himself as your protective brother from another mother.

And your day is always full of randomness when you’re with them, they very precious beans and they all love you and would figt for your love

#kimetsu no yaiba giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba mitsuri #kimetsunoyaiba #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu anime #knysource #kny icons #kny manga #knyedit #kny x reader #kny anime #kny #kny zenitsu #anime #headcanons #headcanon #kimetsu no yaiba inosuke #kny giyuu #inosuke kny

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i-like-cookiez · 5 years

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Miraculous Gaydybug

Shrunken!Nathaniel x Marc

Miraculous Ladybug g/t...yes. Especially with my gay boys...🥰

Story takes place a day or two after the events of Reverser.

Marc practically threw his front door open. Resizer, the newest akumatized villain's attack had only just begun, and he was already shielding his shrunken classmate from the world in his red hoodie pocket.

Nathaniel had been hit by one of her blasters, shrinking him down. Marc remembered the way Nath had frozen up as he got smaller, eyes growing wider as he watched his classmates begin to loom over him. The way he seemed to look at everyone in a silent, desperate plea for help. After realizing Nathaniel was frozen in shock and fear, Marc has rushed out and scooped the boy up, depositing him into the relative safety of his hoodie pocket. Ladybug ordered Marc to keep him safe while her and Chat Noir dealt with the akuma, and he promised he would.

His fingerless gloved hands were loosely cocooned over the tiny scarlet redheaded boy's body. He could just barely feel the trembling against his hands. Nathaniel was terrified, and rightfully so. First, they'd all watched as Chat was grown to probably half the size of the Eiffel Tower, and then Nathaniel had to feel and see himself grow smaller and smaller. Marc could only imagine the fear he was feeling.

The two boys had been distant past few days, ever since a misunderstanding between them and Marinette has caused Marc to be akumatized, Marc had been confiding in Marinette after his akumatization, worrying that Nathaniel hated him, sure they did that comic book together, but who’s to say that the artist had really been sincere? Marinette had told him that he's probably reading it wrong, and maybe Nathaniel feels guilty, but Marc was sure of his former assumption.

He went up to his bedroom and surveyed his somewhat messy room, ripped and crumpled up pieces of paper from scrapped story ideas he'd written lying all over the floor and his desk. With one swipe of his free arm, he pushed the papers from the desk onto the floor, he could pick them up later. Then, ever so gently, he wrapped his other hand around Nathaniel in a firm but careful manner. He was met with small squeaks of protest, and a lot of struggling, but Marc's hand easily overpowered the shrunken teen. As soon as Nathaniel was removed from the pocket, he went still and silent, eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at the giant boy that had his life in his palm. Marc stared down at him, getting a clear look at him for the first time, in utter awe.

He's so small... Marc thought. So fragile and helpless. Mylène must feel like that because of Chloé, and now her akuma is making it so she can pass that feeling onto others... Nathaniel made a small noise, something between a whimper and a squeak, and Marc's heart almost burst with pity. He gingerly set Nathaniel down on the desk, and crouched down. He noticed that Nathaniel had his eyes squeezed closed, and sighed. Maybe if he gave the little guy some time alone, he'd feel a little better.

"Stay here, alright? I-I'll be right back." Marc said in a hushed voice, trying not to stutter. His pity for his classmate only grew when he saw him flinch at his words. Marc slowly stood up and exited the room quietly. The small boy's terrified form made eyes well up with tears. Nathaniel never truly meant any harm, he'd just been conflicted, always insecure about people humiliating him for his drawings - again, Chloé's fault... - He didn't deserve to feel so vulnerable and powerless. The raven haired boy ambled into the kitchen, getting an idea. He still had some apology macaroons left over from Marinette, he'd tried to refuse them because in the end, neither boy blamed her, but she insisted, and so Marc and Nathaniel had both taken home a box of macaroons.

Marc came back upstairs with a small plate of macaroons. He knocked softly on the doorframe to his room and walked in carefully.

"H-Hey, uh...I brought up some m-macaroons if you're, uh, hungry..." He set the plate down on the bed, and trailed off when he realized he couldn't see Nathaniel on his desk anywhere. "Oh no..." He whispered to himself.

"Um, Nath...? N-Nathaniel?" Marc called out softly, taking a few steps forward. He looked to the ground and froze in his tracks. He could be on the ground! I could've just... Marc shooed off those thoughts, and slipped off his boots, tossing them to the other side of the room, that way he wouldn't accidentally crush his classmate. Marc crouched at the desk again, and listened.

"Nath...please, come out. I-I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly and quietly. No reply. Marc was about to check the floor, when he heard some sniffling from behind his mug of pencils. Marc was about to move the mug away, when he froze.

"N-No! Stop!" A sudden voice cried out. It had been a yell, but it was barely even loud as Nathaniel was so small. Marc retracted his hand, but didn't move away.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'm not gonna move the cup!" Marc promised, "but I'll only keep that promise if you'll talk to me." He coaxed. There was silence for a second, until:

"F-Fine."

Marc managed a small smile. He looked at the cup where Nathaniel was hiding behind. He took a breath and started talking.

"So...How are you holding up, Nath?" He asked in a calm, low tone. Another few seconds of silence.

"E-Everything is huge a-and scary...T-The people, the places, the o-objects...You." Marc physically recoiled. He was scary?

"M-Me? Why...Why am I scary? It's me, Marc! The boy who literally couldn't hurt a fly!" He said in a hushed but raised voice, "you know me, Nathaniel. I'm not scary."

"Y-You're lying..." The tiny boy whimpered, "you j-just want me to feel safe so I'll c-come out, a-and then you'll take your r-r-revenge..." Marc was confused.

"Revenge? Nath, why on earth would I want 'revenge' against you?!" Marc has to stop himself from shouting in disbelief.

"B-Because I'm why you became R-Reverser..."

Oh... Marc thought, everything clicked in his brain and it all made sense. Nathaniel's awkwardness, why he's hiding now, why they haven't been speaking.

He blames himself.

"I-I insulted you...I ripped your notebook - you w-watched me do it! - and I didn't even g-give you a chance to explain yourself..."

"You must hate me."

"No...No Nath, wait-" Marc wanted to reassure his classmate that he didn't hate him. Without thinking, he moved the cup aside, revealing the wide eyed tiny staring back.

"N-No...please stay back...!" Nathaniel squeaked out quietly, scurrying backwards. Marc was slowly inching his hands closer.

"Nath, please...d-don't run. Just let me explain, you don't have to be afraid." Marc looked last Nathaniel and saw that he was running out of room to go back. "Nathaniel, wait!" He said suddenly.

"No! N-No!" Nath's body was in a trembling frenzy. Marc reached out suddenly and Nathaniel jumped back in terror.

"I-I won't let you t-take me-!" Nathaniel was cut off as he backed right off the desk. Marc was quick to act.

"Watch out!" He exclaimed, cupping his hands under his classmate. He felt the small weight of Nathaniel collide into his palms. Marc inhaled sharply as it happened. He watched as Nathaniel sat up slowly and became aware of where he was.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" Marc began to panic, he gingerly brushed a finger over Nathaniel's limbs to check for any injury.

"I'm...fine?" Nathaniel replied slowly and hesitantly, "are...are you n-not-?"

"Not mad? Of course not." Marc lifted Nathaniel up to eye level, "that wasn't your fault. It was just a misunderstanding. You'd been manipulated and bullied before for your art, and I get it, I have too. And you should know that even though we haven't been talking, I-I had been hoping we would be again, e-eventually. Anyway! I don't blame you for anything, and there's no 'revenge' I want on you. All I want for you is for you to feel safe with me, u-until Ladybug and Chat Noir fix...this." Marc said, using a single finger to move some hair out of Nathaniel's eyes. Nathaniel grabbed onto the finger softly and touched it, feeling the enlarged grooves of skin. Still clutching it, he nervously looked up, tiny turquoise eyes staring up at Marc's giant green ones.

"Th-Thank you." Nathaniel stuttered out. Then he gave his best attempt at a friendly smile while trying to push down his fear. Marc's cheeks went a light shade of pink and he smiled back. His brain was thinking just one thing.

Shoot, that was really cute...how is he so cute?

"U-Um...you're welcome." Marc stammered, cheeks shading into a deeper pink. He walked slowly over to his bed and sat down next to his plate of macaroons. He put his hands onto the bed and let Nathaniel stumble off onto the plushy surface.

"So...are you hungry, or..?" Marc trailed off awkwardly, breaking off a piece of the macaroons and extending it towards Nathaniel. The tiny boy eagerly grabbed it and took a bite. His eyes lit up.

"More of Mari's macaroons! I ran out the same day she gave them to us! They taste so good..." He said in a fake hypnotized voice. Marc smiles fondly at his small friend. Nathaniel looked up from his sweet treat, and saw Marc's face. Now Nathaniel was going his own shade of red.

Marc's kinda cute when you talk to him for a little bit...he's also a pretty good writer, we should make a comic together... Nathaniel thought, then realized what exactly he'd just thought. Both boys ate their macaroons in comfortable silence, each occasionally sneaking a glance at the other and smiling cheekily.

Both of them have it baaaaad...

Good lord I love them so much if you want more of these two in size antics let me knowwww!

#miraculous ladybug #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathaniel x marc #marthaniel #tiny!nathaniel #shrunken!nathaniel #giant/tiny #gt #giant #tiny #shrunk #shrinking #g/t #g/t fluff #g/t angst #gt fluff #gt angst

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[TOM HOLLAND, CISMALE, HE/HIM] have you seen QUINN WRIGHT around sedona? QUINN is a UNIVERSITY STUDENT/PART-TIME PIZZA DELIVERY GUY, but they’re also THE ENCYCLOPEDIA in the sedona sleuths, so you’ve probably seen them around the firehouse shed. they’re known for being QUICK-WITTED and EARNEST, but they’re also known to be GULLIBLE and IMPULSIVE. when they’re not at the shed, i can usually find them at the PIZZERIA. i can always recognize them by their untied shoelaces, a carefully curated pokemon card collection, adept fingers pressing away on a nintendo, the rush of exhaustion after being late and misplaced optimism.

biography, playlist, pinterest board & connections.

the encyclopedia: The brains of the group, they know loads of random facts that come in handy in the tightest of situations. They’re also probably the one doing the background research when needed.

B A S I C S :

name: quinn wright. nickname: quinn. age: twenty-two. date of birth: october 11th. place of birth: sedona, ka. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him. sexuality: gay (not out).

P H Y S I C A L :

height: 173cm. build: slim. hair color: brown. eye color: brown. tattoos: none. piercings: none. preferred style of clothing: fashion is not a topic of interest to him, so he tends to lean towards comfort over style. he doesn’t go shopping for clothes often, so he rotates between a few graphic t-shirts, button-ups, and light sweaters for the summer. in winter, he wears over-sized hoodies and sweatpants as often as he can get away with it. he hopes people don’t notice, but he only owns two pairs of jeans and slightly over-sized dress pants for emergencies.

H E A L T H :

physical ailments: none. mental disorders: dyslexia, combined ADHD & battling with depression. smoker? no. drinker? socially. drug user? no. addictions: none. allergies: none.

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

zodiac signs: libra sun, gemini moon. mbti: enfp-t, the campaigner. hogwarts house: gryffindor. positive traits:

quick-witted: quinn is known for being quick on his feet, but that’s not only in a physical sense. when someone pushes him against a corner, whether it’s with a comment made to tease him or a new revelation during an investigation that throws them off, he’s sharp with a silver tongue rapier and speedily familiarizes himself with information, easily readjusting it into what he already has in a way that tends to get them out of difficult situations.

earnest: this is a trait he had to learn, for better or for worse. it’s something he actively forces himself to be in order to get anything done. since his mind tends to be scattered and he’s doing or thinking about doing five things at once, and then something else, he uses tactics he learned at therapy to focus on tasks he needs to get done and that includes having a lot of conviction for the things that other people can do with ease, like sitting down for long enough to finish a rough draft of an essay without getting distracted for a whole day. he applies this mostly to schoolwork and day-to-day necessities, but when they’re working on a new mystery, quinn sits himself down and does research on the background. this is something he genuinely enjoys doing, so he struggles less to focus on it.

friendly: while he doesn’t stray away from the sleuths, he has no problems making friends and talking to strangers outside of the group. he can be shy with new people and prefers being around those who he already knows, but if left alone at a party, he’ll have a new friend group in ten minutes.

negative traits:

gullible: quinn really is this tiktok. someone could tell him anything and he’d be like ‘ ok yeah why not ’ even though it’s an obvious lie. he takes everything at face value and rarely tries to see what’s behind people’s words. people have told him to stop being so trusting towards others, especially when they’re working on solving something, but quinn really does the same shit over and over because it’s in his nature to just trust people and not think to question their intentions.

impulsive: compliment him all you want about how smart he is, the only reason he’s got so much knowledge inside of his brain is that he has no impulse control and if he suddenly has the thought that he needs to know something about how the future might look like with self-operated cars, ways of murdering someone through poison, the algorithm behind rubix cubes or literally any topic under and beyond the sun, he’ll obsess over it for a few days. quinn gets hyperfixations because of his ADHD and they range from videogames to wildly specific points in history.

anxious: anxious counts as one of quinn’s primary moods, and sometimes anxiety comes right in the middle of a perfectly normal day if anything goes slightly wrong, like losing his favorite pen or realizing that he forgot to grab his lunch box before leaving the house that day. since quinn tries really hard to keep a schedule, he feels off whenever he forgets something on it and it brings down his whole mood. in stressful situations, quinn paces back and forth with anxiety, whispering to himself and trying to catch up with his brain. this usually means that he’s thinking really hard on finding a way to solve a situation, though sometimes he’ll be so anxious that it impedes him from thinking straight.

love language: physical touch & words of affirmation. hobbies: video games (lots of them), collecting pokemon cards, keeping up on scientific developments, researching the sleuth’s cases, running, murder mysteries and general mysteries, and whatever his new hyperfixation is. fears: not fitting in, failure, abandonment, needles.

B A C K G R O U N D , T D ; L R :

tw: mentions of cancer, death, and homophobia.

quinn basically grew up in queen’s pizzeria. that’s where his mom worked when he was a kid, so his dad would pick him up from school and drop him off there for the rest of his mom’s shift because he needed to go back to his own job and the pizzeria is where they allowed quinn to hang-out.

he struggled a lot with school and was labeled as a problem child. he hated doing school work and he fell behind in reading, but when quinn entered high-school, he was diagnosed with dyslexia and combined ADHD. by that time, his parents had already gotten divorced after spending quinn’s childhood poorly hiding their frequent fights. his mom also got diagnosed with cancer, and times were rough.

his dad remarried and quinn stayed with his mom throughout her illness. at one point, when the bills were too high even though he was working part-time at the pizzeria, he convinced his mom to let him go off his meds and join a sports team at school instead. it was to ease the financial strain off them, and it only helped a little bit.

quinn joined track and kept going to therapy. his mom had ups and downs but mostly downs, since medication would stop working after a while until they realized that they were only temporarily treating her cancer but they wouldn’t be able to cure it. it gave them time to prepare for her death, so they did.

his mom taught him what she could about living independently from her before she passed away, though quinn doesn’t think that any amount of preparation could prepare him for the grief that came.

he moved out of his childhood home and into his dads place with his new family, a stepmom and two stepsiblings. he lived in the basement, which was his choice, and quit his job at the pizzeria to focus on school and track full-time like he’d promised his mom. his dad has always been high-key homophobic so at some point in high school quinn dated the first girl who said yes because he was having doubts about his sexuality and he was afraid of it.

after graduating high school, quinn decided to pick up his old job again during the summer between graduation and his new year at sedona’s community college and he’s been working there ever since. he tries to ask his dad for as little as possible since he’s already paying for his tuitions. quinn wants to build a career in biochemical engineering, so he’s studying biology and hopes to transfer to the nearest university where they offer that degree even if it’s post-graduate.

he broke up with his girlfriend after graduating high-school and honestly his dad’s going to be homophobic no matter what so forcing himself into a relationship he didn’t want was just toxic for both parties involved and he’d never do it again, especially because he let it go on for so long.

and that’s it for this part ! his biography has everything much more coherently laid out but tbh it’s kinda long so !!

H E A D C A N O N S :

quinn is really enthusiastic about pokemon so if ur thinking of a gift, u can’t go wrong with anything related to it. it’s been his favorite show and video games since he was a child so there’s a lot of nostalgia tied to it.

quinn has a ton of game apps on his phone and he rarely uses social media. whenever he’s bored and sitting around, he prefers playing a game rather than scrolling through a feed. he also carried around his nintendos... the nintendo console depends on which game he’s playing but he’s often seen with the 3ds or switch.

whenever someone interrupts him, whether it’s mid-sentence, mid-homework, mid-whatever-task, they’ll always get his ‘oh shit’ face because he knows it’ll be hard to focus on whatever he was doing again. if his thoughts or sentences are interrupted, he 100% won’t pick up where he left off unless someone reminds him.

quinn’s often seen with headphones on because he prefers to listen to books since reading is a whole ass task that requires a lot of focus that he doesn’t have and dyslexia absolutely makes things worse. when texting, auto-complete is his savior.

quinn has loved dinosaurs ever since he read jane yolen’s children's books in primary school. if it has a dinosaur on it, he’ll buy it.

he hates the way alcohol tastes but he thinks that drinking is cool so he won’t tell anyone about it. he honestly doesn’t even drink to get drunk because he’s a good boy but if holding a beer makes him look like he fits in, he’s going to hold a beer.

quinn... tries to fit in. he’s friendly by nature but he doesn’t think that’s enough. it might have to do with the comments his dad used to make about homosexuality that made him feel like he has to fit a certain mold or else he won’t be accepted by others.

he’s known he was gay since high-school but he has only really dated a girl. he’s afraid of being intimate with a boy because he knows that’s what he wants but he has been suppressing that part of himself and thinks that he still needs to suppress it because of his dad.

the reason he got re-hired at the pizzeria is that the owner has a quinn-shaped soft spot, not because he’s good at the job. quinn has the tendency to be late on deliveries and anyone who tries to get free pizzas will get mouthfuls from him about how it’ll come out of his paycheck and please please please just pay for this pizza i swear i won’t be late next time.... but guess what ? he’s late next time.

anddddd i think i’ll leave it at that !! i’m hella excited to plot with everyone so check out his wanted connections list n i’m sure we can work something out !!!!!!!!!

#i.

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Why do you think the SW fandom is so knee-deep in SJ Calvinism? Because I understand wanting representation or being upset because a movie didn’t fulfill your expectations, but the “if you don’t ship X you’re racist” “if you don’t stan Y you’re bigoted” and the harassment over a disappointing movie is surprising just because of how pervasive it is. I was trying to find some St*rmpilot blogs to follow and the amount of hate is Yikes, especially the hate for Rose and the stans of a Certain Ship

eeeeeeh I think it’s because ep. 7 came out at the height of the... well, reaping the seeds the social justice calvinism had sown since 2014 so to speak? I mean, SW is hardly the one fandom where it happened (*cough* voltron and SU *cough*) but as SW is way broader in audience than those other shows that certainly didn’t help, but like, if you think on it, since 2013-ish (but I think before as well, I mean, I’ve been here since 2011 and already when I got here I felt like something was going very wrong when it came to politics-in-fandom-attitude), basically people on tumblr have progressively, when it came to fandoms:

pushed the idea that you have to over-analyze everything you consume through political lens;

pushed the idea that what you like and how you like it also has to be pushed through political lens and what you like says things about who you are as a person or your political leanings;

pushed the idea that if you care for something *problematic* just because you like it you’re excusing it;

pushed the idea that if you were problematic once you can’t ever not be problematic, you can’t change your mind and you can’t learn also because ‘it’s not my job to educate you’ so people either learn themselves or idek what but again, calvinism.

now obviously those politics are tumblr-politics which are also US centric like woah and are also high-school petty like woah, and since more or less then people have:

continuously other-ed lgbt people from *straight*/heterosexual people pushing a narrative where straight = bad and therefore putting it before anything automatically makes it a valid insult which added to the above means that if you ship het you’re already problematic regardless of whether you’re straight or not (and if you are.. lol);

pushed the performative feminism of Doom TM that says men and women should be equal but is like, an excuse to shit on men and on women who like men (see the rampant biphobia around and the whole ‘straight girls are so stupid if they’re into men they should try women’ discourse);

pushed the US terminology when it comes to the POC discourse, in the sense that everything works on the US-centered context where white people = white anglosaxon protestant, poc = everything else without realizing that in the rest of the world white does not equal wasp, that poc = black people only in most of europe (and no one who’s actually black or not white who lives in africa or asia and so on would describe themselves as poc because why the hell would you when your skin color/ethinicity is the norm where you live?), which also goes with the whole white passing debate which where I live would not exist but in that context is a mess because again, oscar i*saac is schroedinger’s poc (as in, he’s poc automatically for american standards because he’s latin-american but like he has the same skin tone as my mother and my mother in italy is white same as 90% of us, which means endless confusion) and assumed that all of us have to accept that terminology/context regardless of whether it’s valid in our countries;

kept on progressively putting minorities against each other in an endless loop of WHO HAS IT WORST/oppression olympics;

kept on progressively split hairs on issues that aren’t exactly, like, that important if there’s more urgent stuff to deal with because 90% of the activism here is performative;

made the 180° turn for which headcanons and shit are seen as, like, doing representation instead of, you know, supporting what rep is there never mind when people decide *one* ship is the right one and if another is canonized and it’s rep it gets thoroughly ignored;

pushed on a mindset for which if something isn’t perfect at the get-go then it’s canceled.

and so on.

like, all of that shit has been continuously not criticized because criticizing it especially if you don’t belong to a minority means that you’re out of line/discussing things that don’t concern you, but if you’re a minority and you criticize it then it’s suddenly YOU BETRAYED OUR CAUSE *INSERT SLUR HERE ABOUT PANDERING TO THE MAJORITY*, and the result exploded in toxic af fandoms, but like... if you look at the issues of the SW sequel trilogy fandom it’s all of that in a nutshell because:

k/ylo ren is automatically the worst because he’s white (horrible), a man (even worse), not canonically attractive (I didn’t touch on that topic bc I’m honestly not up for it mentally but lmao that counts too) and presumably heterosexual (or well, no one said he’s not but you know, since he’s a white dude on the bad side [supposedly] then we don’t give him the benefit of the doubt that he might be bi), so if you like ky/lo ren or relate to him you’re automatically problematic;

shipping re/ylo because automatically problematic because it’s a *straight* (evil) ship made of two white people (when there’s options to ship them both with people that aren’t white, so IT’S RACIST), they have an age gap (BAD BECAUSE POWER IMBALANCE) and it’s enemies to lovers, so it’s a context where people who don’t conceive redemption or that people can become better are basically crying problematic all the time, and the fact that people decided it’s *abusive* when it has like nothing that can equate it to a really abusive relationship says all;

ky/lux being the most popular slash ship immediately means that it’s the fault of the horrible straight (white) women fetishizing the (white) men on the dark side (when it’s most likely because for a while ky/lux was literally the only side of that fandom where people were chill/there wasn’t wank every other moment);

st/ormpilot has been declared The Right Ship because it’s two non-white men and it’s not straight which automatically turns into what I said before about hating other ships that would be rep anyway and feeds into the lowkey oppression olympics racism, because like if finn/rose becomes canon it’s still a mixed/biracial ship because he’s black and she’s asian....... except that it’s not the right ship for people who decided that finn has to be either with rey or poe (and guess what rey is white and poe is... schroedinger’s poc because oscar isaac in europe wouldn’t pass for *poc*), which to me has stank of lowkey racism since tlj came out because sorry but if ‘finn deserves better than rose’ or ‘finn should be with rey because if he doesn’t get rey then it’s unfair’ and the various other bullshit I read on the topic basically says that the white woman is *worthier* than the asian woman or that rose is a downgrade from rey which is fucking bullshit, rose isn’t even a bad character all the contrary. and that’s for the het side of it, but like then it’s not as good as stormpilot because it’s a straight ship (NOOOO THEY MADE FINN STRAIGHT/THEY’RE NOT MAKING THEM GAY THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT = stuff I legit saw on the tag) and ngl I’m 100% sure that the fact that daisy is Standard Attractive and kelly marie t/ran is lovely but doesn't conform to the usual beauty standard western-viewers apply on asian women did play a role in there, but: what did I say before? the slash ship is automatically better than the het ship never mind that they’re both biracial and rose is actually a rep (asian girls who don’t adhere to stereotypical body shapes - and like, the rep for all body types and shapes should be valid for all women, not just white) that isn’t exactly popular especially in mainstream cinema, so people should be happy.... but since rose is Not A Dude and Not Rey and Not The Right Kind Of Representation For That Crowd, automatically rose is a shit character and deserves to be viciously hated on. and this is a thing done by people who most likely then turn on the other side and talk shit about horrible straight women who hate the only female character for getting in the way of their slash ship without realizing that their rose hate is exactly that. and of course since sto/rmpilot is the two good guys, if you ship that then you also have to hate re/ylo because how can you, a person who ships The Good Ship On The Light Side, support such a problematic enemies to lovers thing? yeah, right, hahaha.

this also tbqh also pairs up with how on tumblr people only recognize mental health issues/abuse victims when the narrative suits them - like, being a bad victim automatically means you lose sympathy and mental health issues are only valid if you aren’t ***privileged*** otherwise why would you have them, which shows transparently in how a lot of people absolutely deny that ky/lo ren is a) an abuse victim, b) obviously mentally ill however it is that he deals with it, but no, he has to be The Most Horrible In Existence Because Otherwise We Should Have Empathy For A Bad Guy Who Also Might Get Redeemed And Redemption Is Not Happening Ever Because Bad People Don’t Deserve it.

like, all of the issues sw sequel trilogy has when it comes to the fandom are direct consequences of the nonsensical social justice calvinism climate on tumblr dot com that no one took care to put a stop to since 2013 and of its ridiculous oppression olympics and pitting people against each other and that was my take. cheers.

(ps: I also ship sto/rmpilot like woah and it’s my otp but there’s a reason why I unfollowed most SP blogs I followed and why I don’t go into the tag anymore - I’m not here for the anti-rose racism dressed up as performative wokeness, I’m not here to get lectured about as a white person I fetishize poc gay men if I ship it - yes I read that too - and I’m not here to read a bunch of meta about how re/ylo is a bad ship and blah blah blah, so yeah. I feel you.) (pps: ky/lo ren isn’t even my favorite character and I care relatively but gdi the way the fandom approaches him is honestly mindboggling in that sense, and I don’t mean people who actually dislike him because fair reasons, I mean people who can’t recognize his abuse victim status and the precarious status of his mental health. like, not all abuse victims and mentally ill people are the right victim or come from the right background and you can be cool motive still murder and still recognize that he’s like that because he has issues, not because he was drawn that way. /bye)

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #i said my piece bye #reylo for ts #kylo ren for ts #sw wank for ts #i don't mean ppl shouldn't be uncomfortable with re/ylo or ky/lo btw #but like........... this level of vitriol is ridiculous #and the rose hate is dumb af #bye *shrug*#social justice calvinism #the first person whining about straight people feeling left out as last time this happened #is getting automatically blocked bye #Anonymous #ask post

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Duchess- Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – I’m Gonna Fix This

(embarrassed laughter)

Catherine POV

It was literally pouring down with rain outside, still even though it had been hours since Jax took me back to his bar. I hate the rain and I hate the cold and it was both now. I opened my eyes and saw the dark room but heard angry shouting coming from behind the door. I didn’t want to know what it was. I just wanted to be safe and go to sleep and be warm.

But then, I thought I heard Jack shouting in pain and I jumped up. I didn’t even find my clothes or shoes and socks; I needed to get to my brother. I literally didn’t care that there was loads of angry men there with him. Well, I did but because I was worried about him, not because I wasn’t scared. When I ran into the bar I looked around, shouting for my brother, and looking at all the people in the bar. Mr Lowman was there and when he heard me calling for Jack he turned to look at me. He looked like he wanted to say something but I pushed, harder than I had wanted too, passed him to where Jack was sat at a chair with Mr Chibs bent over him. Jack was crying. His shoulders were shaking and I could hear him sniffing.

“Stop it!” I shouted at Mr Chibs, dragging him back by his leather jacket and fighting him away from my little brother, “Mr Chibs stop! You’re hurting him! Leave him alone!”

“Cat, stop- Cat-”

“Leave him alone!” I shrieked at him.

Mr Chibs tried to calm me down but I pushed hard on his chest and stomach until he stepped away from my brother with his hands up. Once he was away, I could see Jack properly. I wanted to cry from just looking at him but I couldn’t. I really wanted to cry but Jack needed me to be his big sister. I didn’t know what to say; he was a literal mess. I could barely see his eyes from where they had swollen up and he was just… he looked like someone had thrown pasta sauce all over him and been stung by a million bees.

“Cat,” Jack sniffed and held his arms out.

I stepped close to him, putting my arms around his shoulders and cradling his head to my chest, letting him wipe the blood off his face with the t-shirt Mr Lowman had given me and gently patting his head. It was like when we were back in LA and he got beaten up at school. People didn’t care that he was in the football team; they just cared that he was gay and hurt him a lot. I got back at them though. Every. Single. Time.

“What happened, Jack?” I asked quietly, “What did they do? Who was it?”

“Jerry went mad, Cat. After you left… I don’t know. There was this call about the site or something. Like, some shitheads blew up the entire place and… Cat, they killed the guys that were guarding it,” Jack whispered to me.

I blinked at him, surprised and feeling sick. Why would someone do that? I didn’t understand.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, taking the med-kit from the table and took over cleaning Jack’s face up. I didn’t know what to say to him. He was scared, obviously I was too, but he needed me to say something to him to make him feel better but I had no idea what he wanted to hear. I just awkwardly dabbed at his face; trying to get all the blood off to see where it was all coming from.

“Jerry did that to your face too?” Jack asked me after an awkward silence.

I nodded.

“Why?”

“They fired Greta. I argued with him and he didn’t like it. Why’d he hit you?”

“Because I argued with him and he didn’t like it.”

They had to be more to it than that but he wasn’t going to tell me with Mr Lowman and his friends hanging out around us. When I pulled out another damp cloth, I looked around to the men in the bar and noticed there were more than the guys that had found me in the bus stop. Mr Morrow was there and that guy that was smoking in my room and another really, really cute guy with head tattoos. I swallowed and blushed when I saw he was looking at me with a small smile.

Now is not the time to check guys out, not that it was stopping Jack.

I turned back to Jack’s face and finished wiping away the blood. He had a split on his eyebrow that went all the way up to his hair line and his nose was broken. His lip was busted but looked worse than it actually was so I wouldn’t need to give him any stitches there. I could already tell that he was going to cry again when I sewed up his forehead.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“Didn’t. Tig told Clay I should come here to get fixed up by Chibs… until you attacked him.”

“Oh ok- no, wait. What? I thought you were at home with Jerry.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Then why…”

I trailed off in confusion and frustration. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t as dumb as I really am. I looked at Mr Morrow from behind the tangles in my hair. What were him and his friends doing at my house at like, 3:30am? I didn’t understand. If Daddy ever had a business meeting with him, Daddy always went to Mr Morrow at a normal business time.

My brain was starting to feel hot again.

Something was happening; I just didn’t know what it was.

(((((((Splitting the story here))))))

Happy/3rd person POV

Happy noticed the suspicious glances that Catherine was giving Clay and Tig. He didn’t miss the small blush that appeared on her cheeks when Juice smiled at her either. He was going to have to keep a close eye on that. He loved Juice, obviously, but he wasn’t going to let his friend take his girl away from him. As if reading his mind, or perhaps feeling the cold glare on his face, Juice looked up and caught his eye with a smirk and raised his eyebrows. Happy didn’t want to let anybody know about how he felt for Catherine but, at the same time, he didn’t want anyone else to have her either.

“If she thinks any harder,” Clay mumbled too Happy from where he stood beside him, “smokes gonna come out of her ears.”

He chuckled at his own joke and folded his arms as they watched the siblings together. Catherine was talking to her brother softly, like she was talking to a child. She was telling him that everything was going to be alright and he was safe now. The guilt Happy had felt earlier was coming back to him in waves. Jack was just a kid, a child and what they had done had caused him to be beaten within an inch of his life by a man they called uncle.

“I’m gonna get us out of here,” Catherine whispered to Jack, “I promise. Ok? Whatever it takes, we’re gonna get out of this horrible town.”

She stood up as Jack nodded in agreement and sat beside her brother on the bench; letting him rest his head on her legs and making it easier to stitch up the large gash in his head. It looked like his head had been smashed on something hard and sharp. Happy imagined it was the corner of a desk or on a table; he had done it enough people to know what it looked like.

“Stop being a big baby,” Catherine scolded her brother gently when he whined, “it’s either this or an ugly scar on your forehead. It’s already big enough; you literally don’t need to make it more obvious.”

At her “ugly scar” comment, the guys glanced over at Chibs; they were worried that she would have offended him but he didn’t look like it had bothered him. His eyebrows were pulled together and his hand clenched, pressing against his mouth as he watched her with worry in his eyes and taking deep breaths. Happy understood how he felt.

“Shut up,” Jack laughed quietly with his sister.

Happy noticed that, sometimes, Catherine looked so grown up and other times she looked like a kid. Now was one of the times that she looked like an adult. Her eyebrows were furrowed in worry and concentration as she worked over the large gash on Jack’s face, cleaning it and sewing it closed.

“What are you gonna do?” Chibs asked her.

“Dance,” Catherine told him but not looking away from her brother, “clean, sing on the street; whatever I need to do. I’m not giving Daddy any more money for his buildings.”

Suddenly, her words from earlier made sense. Happy hadn’t known what she meant by dancing but now, in a different context, it all became clear. He already knew that she worked at The Velvet Lounge as a cocktail waitress, though he had never worked up the nerve to go in himself, and he knew that it became a “high-class” strip club in the evenings but he had never even considered the possibility of her becoming a stripper. His heart dropped into his stomach at the thought of kind, innocent, virgin Catherine Duke-Dillinger taking her clothes off for sleazy business men and their friends. But, at the same time, he was getting excited because she asked him to go in and watch her if she was going to start because it meant he would finally be able to see what she looked like naked, or almost naked, and he wouldn’t have to try and imagine anymore.

The men in the bar stood in silence while she sang quietly to her brother and ran her hands through his short, black hair to relax him. It worked well; the teenager fell asleep on the hard bench with his hand gripping her forearm and his head on her lap. The jealousy Happy felt was becoming almost unbearable; he wanted nothing more than to have her sing to him while he fell asleep but he wasn’t going to shove the boy away and take his place in front of all of his friends. Besides, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be attacked as viciously as Chibs had when she spotted him helping her brother. There were still marks on the Scotsman’s leather kutte from where she had used her nails and fought him away. If he wasn’t wearing it, Happy knew she could have caused some damage to his skin.

Clay shifted uncomfortably from where he was stood leaning against the bar. His mind kept going back to when they found Jack cowering away from Jerry in the entryway to the Duke-Dillinger home as he was being kicked in the stomach and head by the older man. Tig and Juice had had to pull the rich man away from the child while Clay helped the poor kid to his feet only to have a 6ft 3 teenager collapse on him. They hadn’t even been able to go through with what they wanted to do since Tig seemed so worried about Jack and adamant that they needed to get him help. A fierce argument between Jerry and Tig had started but not about the new builds or the money the family owed the sons but about a fully grown man beating up a teenager.

“What’s the plan?” Jax mumbled to him, “What are we gonna do?”

Clay shrugged hopelessly, “They need to leave.”

“Clay-”

“I’m not kicking them out but they can’t stay here.”

Jax nodded with a sigh. None of them were under the impression that Clay would let them stay in the clubhouse but they also didn’t want them to go back to their house now that they knew what life they would be going back too.

“I guess being rich doesn’t solve all your problems, huh?” Jax asked with a small laugh.

Catherine POV

When I looked at the clock, I saw that it was nearly 5am. I had slept for, like, an hour maybe then looked after Jack for the rest of the time and I was literally so tired. I felt like my eyes were going to drop out of my head.

“You wanna go back to bed?” I heard Mr Lowman say from next to me.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head up, blinking and confused because I didn’t even know I had gone to sleep. Jack wasn’t on my knee anymore and I gasped in fear.

“Where’s Jack?!” I exclaimed, standing up quickly and stumbling over my feet to try and find my brother, “Where is-”

Mr Lowman grabbed my arms and stopped me from falling over. I looked up at him, tired and confused and feeling panicked, but he was as unreadable as ever. He had his hands on my shoulders and was shaking me gently, like he was trying to wake me up.

“He’s with Jax. He’s ok. Look.”

When I turned my head and looked outside the open door I saw Jack stood near the door, out of the rain, talking to Jax. His face didn’t look swollen anymore and I had done a really good job of sewing his face back together so it looked like it would heal nicely. We don’t have any money to get to a hospital anymore. I nodded quickly, relieved that he was ok, and looked back up to Mr Lowman who was still stood in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. They were warm and comforting and a nice change from the really cold weather from outside.

“Thanks,” I mumbled to him, folding my arms over my chest and looking down at my bare feet on the wooden floor, “for, like, letting us stay and stuff.”

“S’ok.”

I didn’t really understand why they were being so nice to us, like, I don’t think we have done anything that would make them want to help up us and they didn’t really seem like the kind of people that would just help two kids for no reason.

“You… ok?” Mr Lowman asked awkwardly.

I just nodded and stepped forwards so that my forehead was on the middle of his chest and closed my eyes tightly. Jack was here now and I wasn’t going to let him see my cry even though I felt like my life was ending. I hated it.

“You’re the only good thing about this town, Mr Lowman,” I whispered and sniffed, “I’m gonna miss you when we move back home.”

I could feel his heart beating really fast underneath my cheek and he was so warm, like he was last night, and I wondered if maybe he was ill because he was out in the cold last night. I would have felt bad if he was because he was so nice and kind that he shouldn’t ever be ill or hurt.

I think he said something, I think it might have been my name, but I didn’t hear it. His voice is so deep and rough that when he spoke quietly you just couldn’t understand anything he said. I nodded anyway because I was embarrassed to ask him what he said. I could literally have agreed to anything. He patted my hair gently and rested his arm across my shoulders in a kind of hug. It was nice.

“Catherine,” he mumbled, “do you need to go to work?”

I groaned, rubbed my eyes and buried my face in his soft t-shirt. I didn’t want to go to work today, I was literally so tired and my body hurt so much and I just couldn’t do anything. I felt Mr Lowman laugh then pat my hair again.

“We can call them. Tell them you’re ill.”

“No Mr Lowman,” I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist, “I need to go. I need to get all the money I can.”

“One day won’t hurt,” Mr Chibs said; making me jump.

I shook my head and looked over at Mr Chibs, under Mr Lowman’s arm.

“I can’t. I need money and I need to be somewhere safe. I’ll take Jack with me; I’m not gonna let him go to school today.”

Mr Chibs sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He was frowning at me but he didn’t look angry, just worried. I reached my hand out to his and squeezed it tightly to let him know it was ok and he smiled at me, although he looked sad, before squeezing my hand back just as hard before letting go. I wanted Mr Chibs to be my dad. I think he would have been a good dad to his kid.

“Come on Cat, you’re tired and ill. You can’t go to work today,” Jack said as he walked in.

I sighed and looked up at Mr Lowman; resting my chin on the middle of his chest, pouting. He was looking away, towards the door I think, but then looked down at me with the funniest, surprised expression on his face. He was literally so cute and I laughed. I don’t think he was used to girls hugging him because he looked like he was blushing and couldn’t look at me properly; he was looking at my hair as he was playing with it. Maybe he liked playing with my hair because he didn’t have any.

“What was your hair like, Mr Lowman?” I asked him.

“Black,” he told me with a nod, “and curly.”

I grinned. I literally couldn’t imagine him with any hair at all. I guess it would be grey now though because his stubbly beard thing was both grey and black. I had never looked at him this close up before. He was literally so good looking. I was lucky to have him as my best friend because he was so nice and really cuddly! I mean, he wasn’t that cuddly because he was really muscly and stuff, but he was cuddly at the same time. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.

“As nice as that is,” Mr Chibs said kindly, “you need to decide. What are you gonna do?”

I shrugged, whining, and tucked myself back against Mr Lowman with my cheek on his chest again and hiding under his arm; away from everyone that wanted me to do stuff and think about things that made my brain hurt and get hot. I didn’t want to decide. I wanted someone to decide for me because it was hard to think when I was so tired and sad. It was hard to think all the time.

“She should stay home,” Mr Lowman said, patting the back of my head and wrapping his other arm around me so that I was fully hidden under him.

“You ok with that Lass?”

I nodded with my head in his arms and squeezing him tightly.

“She just nodded.”

“Alright then. Jack? You got the number for the place? Where is it?”

(((((((Splitting the story here))))))

I loved having showers. It always made me happy to be in the water. Greta always told me I was a water baby. I just loved it. Mr Chibs had let me use a shower in the room I was staying in so that I could wash all of Jack’s blood off of me and brush my hair. I didn’t look messy but I just liked to do it. Halfway through my shower I had realised that I forgot to bring my tank top and shorts in with me; I was way too excited but when I poked my head out of the curtain I saw the bathroom door closing and someone had left my clothes and another t-shirt folded up on the linen basket next to the shower. They were literally so nice.

When I finally got out of the shower, I could smell food. My stomach growled and walked quickly into the main bar where I saw Mr Lowman, Mr Chibs, Jax, Mr Juice and Jack sat around a table with plates in front of them and polystyrene and plastic containers in front of them. Mr Lowman looked up when I appeared and slid over to make space for me to sit, pushing Mr Juice out of the way to do it. Mr Juice complained and shouted at him but he was laughing too. They were all really good friends and it made me jealous.

“Eat,” Mr Lowman insisted, “here.”

He pulled a plate over to the empty space and I saw it was piled with eggs and toast. I skipped over and happily sat beside him in the chair. I wasn’t even angry that they were rude and had started without me because I was literally so hungry.

“Didn’t know what vegetarians eat,” Mr Lowman said awkwardly, “so I got you eggs.”

“Oh Mr Lowman! I love eggs. I normally have cereal or like… yeah. Just cereal I guess. Thanks Mr Lowman.”

He smiled at me and ruffled my wet hair before turning to his own plate of food. I ate quickly and didn’t talk to anyone while they all chatted about like, bikes and guns and stuff. I don’t really know what they were talking about, I didn’t listen, but the food was delicious. I hadn’t eaten in ages.

“When are you gonna shower, Jack?” I asked him in a quiet time of the conversation.

“Psshhhh!” Jack scoffed, “I don’t need a shower.”

I wrinkled my nose and looked at him, telling him silently that he probably should have a shower. He didn’t smell but his clothes were covered in dirt and when I touched his hair last night there was blood in it. I know he was trying to be manly and stuff in front of the men but I was supposed to look after him.

He gave up arguing with me in the end though when Mr Chibs told him it would have been a good idea. I was showing them all the tricks I had taught Romeo to do when I heard Jack shouting from the room.

“Cat!” He shouted, sounding like he was in pain and scared, “Cat, I’m bleeding! Help!”

I stood up quickly, giving the small piece of toast I had been eating to Romeo, and jogged to the room to find there was blood on the carpets going into the open bathroom. The shower was going and when I walked in, through all the steam and stuff, I saw Jack sat on the closed toilet seat with his head in his hands and crying. There was blood coming through his fingers. He had wrapped a towel around his bottom half so at least I didn’t need to see that. His body made me think of Mr Lowman’s but his bruises were way less beautiful than Mr Lowman’s tattoo’s. I started to cry when I saw all of them. There was just so many.

“Oh Jack,” I whimpered, “What has he done?”

I could see all the marks where had had been kicked in the stomach and the chest; on his shoulders where he had been grabbed; and the one that made me cry the most was the shoe print on his chest where Uncle Jerry had stamped on him. I went over to him and hugged him then saw the same sort of marks on his back and arms.

“I’m gonna fix this,” I told him seriously even though I couldn’t stop crying, “I’m gonna- I promise. Ok?”

Jack nodded and waited while I fixed up his cut again. I had turned the shower off and grabbed the medical stuff from the main bar, not looking at any of the people there. I didn’t want to see them looking at me and looking so worried. I ignored Mr Chibs when he asked if I was ok.

I spent a long time fixing my brother up and making sure the stitches would hold this time. I guess I was really tired the first time and hungry and I just didn’t do a very good job at trying to make him better.

“He told me I was disgusting, Catherine,” Jack whispered to me after a while and I froze, “He said- Cat he told me I should die for what I am.”

“What?” I asked with my teeth clenched and my hands shaking.

“He said he should do the world a favour and- he said-”

He started crying again but I was passed that now. I was just angry.

I was gonna fix all of this. I don’t care about what how I felt about hurting other people because all I wanted to do was hurt Uncle Jerry for what he did and what he said to Jack. With this thought in my head and Jack’s head finally sorted I moved away from him.

“Where are you going?” He asked, looking up at me like he used to when he was 10 and I was his most favourite person in the world.

“I’m gonna fix it. Get in the shower, clean yourself up. I’m gonna fix all of this, ok? Look after Romeo.”

He just nodded.

If I hadn’t ran away Jack wouldn’t have been hurt. I wasn’t that dumb that I didn’t understand that and if I was there I would have jumped in front of him and let Uncle Jerry do whatever he wanted to me if it meant I would have saved Jack from everything that happened. It was my fault but I was going to make it right. I was going to do whatever I needed to do to get me and Jack out of that house and I was going to make Uncle Jerry pay for all the disgusting, wrong things that he had said to my brother to make him cry.

I went back into the bar and the men all looked at me with the same worried faces they had given me before but when they looked at me properly they looked a bit scared.

“I want to go home.” I told them all seriously.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mr Chibs said kindly but I shook my head.

“Take me home, Mr Chibs. I need to make this better but I need to go home first.”

“What are you thinking, Cat? We need to make sure you’re safe before you do anything.”

I shook my head again and crossed my arms tightly over my chest. I know I wasn’t clever and I was small and stuff but I’m not a kid and none of these people had any reason to tell me what to do or to look after me. I could look after myself.

With this in my head, I scoffed and threw my hair over my shoulder before looking around the room to find my sneakers; I hadn’t seen them since I took them off last night. I found them near the door and slipped them on before walking out into the rain again. If they weren’t gonna take me home then I would walk. Nothing was gonna stop me from protecting my brother, not even horrible rain and cold weather and stupid, stubborn men.

I wrapped my arms around my body again, kind of happy that I was wearing the t-shirt over my thin tank top because it was kind of warmer until the water started soaking through it and making me cold again. My hair started to drip which kind of made me angry because I had literally just washed it again I had made my decision now and if I went back I would literally be so embarrassed. Romeo would be ok with Jack. He likes him and I think Mr Juice fell in love with him so he would be safe for sure.

“Catherine!” I heard someone call, “Stop!”

I looked back through the rain and saw Mr Lowman jogging up the road towards me. I waited for him to catch up before carrying on walking home. Why couldn’t he have brought a car? Maybe he doesn’t drive. I never thought of that before. I never saw him driving anything even though I know he had a scary motorcycle. I’ve only ever seen him walking. Weird.

“Come back,” Mr Lowman said, taking my upper arm gently in his hand and tugging me to stop again but I was impatient and kept walking with my head down against the rain, “Catherine stop.”

“It was raining when I met you guys,” I said, ignoring him and changing the subject, “do you remember? In that horrible, dirty motel with the rude receptionist?”

I wasn’t looking at him so I didn’t know what his face was like or if he was even looking at me. I know he was still there because I could see his sneakers splashing through the puddles next to mine.

“I didn’t know you guys then and I was scared of you and there was the scary man that grabbed me and shouted at me and Mr Chibs was really nice and held the door for me. You remember?”

“I remember,” Mr Lowman said quietly.

“And you got those chips for me when the machine broke?”

“Yeah.”

“That was really kind of you.”

I don’t know why I was telling him all of this. He was literally there so obviously he remembered but I don’t know, maybe he didn’t. I don’t think he really knew how much he meant to me. He was the nicest person I had met in Charming, not really everyone was pretty nice but he was the only person that I had as a friend here.

I didn’t even know I was crying again until he pulled me against his chest and held my head against his wet t-shirt and wrapped me up in his leather vest.

“Just… stop,” he said quietly, “come here.”

“He told him he should die,” I sobbed, looking up at him and squinting as the rain fell on my face, “who says that? Who does that? Why? He’s a baby!”

The rain was falling down Mr Lowman’s head and onto his face. He doesn’t have any hair to stop it I guess. He was so pretty, even though I was sad and my eyes hurt, I could help noticing how pretty he was. I liked his eyes the best I think. Maybe his lips too. I was looking at him and he was looking at me and I thought that if this was a movie he would probably kiss me but it wasn’t a movie and he didn’t love me. I liked him but not like that. I ducked my head back into his jacket and sighed. He didn’t give me any advice but I understood he felt awkward about it.

“I love you, Mr Lowman,” I whispered to him, “you’re my best friend.”

I think I felt him nod before he tightened his arms around me.

(((((((Splitting the story here))))))

Mr Lowman walked with me to my house with his arm over my shoulder and keeping me next to him. When I stood at the end of the path to the door I froze. I knew Uncle Jerry was still there because his car was in the driveway. I had been hoping he was in.

“You ok?” Mr Lowman asked.

I nodded and walked up the path towards the door. The door was unlocked and the inside was really cold. The house didn’t feel like home anymore. It was really messy inside too; there was blood all over the floor and broken glass under my sneakers. It was also really quiet. I couldn’t hear Daddy or Mom talking so Uncle Jerry was alone. Good.

“Where are you?” I called out angrily, stamping my foot on the broken glass.

I heard laughter coming from upstairs and it made me shiver. He was in my bedroom. I checked to see if Mr Lowman was behind me or whether he had gone home. He was still there, glaring up the stairs and breathing quietly but heavily. I made my way quietly up the stairs with him following me towards my room.

When I turned the corner, I saw my door open and scraps of fabric covering the hallway. I was starting to feel scared now but knowing that Mr Lowman was here made me feel better. I crouched down and picked up a handful of material then gasped and dropped it all. It was pieces of my clothes. I noticed scraps of dresses and skirts and tops. I saw the outfit I wore to the party at the garage shredded further up the hallway and the dress I wore when I met Mr Lowman in the park under my feet.

“These are my clothes,” I whispered to Mr Lowman, and held out the shredded dress to him, “look.”

“What the fuck?” He mumbled back.

I couldn’t back down now. I promised Jack that I would fix this and I would follow through with this. Catherine Duke-Dillinger was not a quitter. I could say that about myself at least.

I carried on walking through to my room where I saw Uncle Jerry sat on my bed with a pair of scissors in his hands and a handful of my underwear in the other. I literally wanted to throw up. Mr Lowman didn’t follow me into the room though; he stood against the wall beside the doorway. He nodded at me, letting me know that he was there. I was happy he understood that I needed to do this on my own.

“Welcome home Catherine,” Uncle Jerry said with a smirk as he chewed through a handful of expensive, lace panties and a bra with the scissors.

(((((((Splitting the story here))))))

*Intense cliffhanger*- not even gonna make an excuse. Sorry buddies! How do we feel about Jack and Catherine? What did he find out that made Jerry hurt him so much? (hint: it’s not all because he’s gay) Do you like my fake out kiss scene? Just thought I would tease you all.

I have so much of this planned out just no idea how to connect the scenes together!

What do we think Happy is going to do next? Where are they going to go from here? Where have Daddy and Mom gone? Is Chibs going to adopt Catherine? This isn’t planned but honestly such a cute idea!

I love you!

Love, Doe xxxx

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Just Give It Time

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough)

Characters: Stan Uris, Bill Denbrough, Stanley’s Parentals

Rating: T

Description: When the topic of dating comes up at dinner one night in the Uris household, Stan has a hard time trying to figure out how to break it to his parents that he’s already unavailable. (Aged-Up to High School)

Author’s Note: Because Stenbrough deserves more love and it was requested ; )

It started like any other family dinner in the Uris Household. Stan was at his usual place, between his parents with his mother at one end of the table and his father at the other. He had resorted to carefully sectioning off the food on his plate out of boredom as he barely listened to the same conversations his parents seemed to have every night.

His mother was saying something about an upcoming event at their synagogue, her status as the Rabbi’s wife making such things a priority.

“—And of course Stan can sit with the Cohen’s because of Eliana—“

“Eliana?” Stan broke in, confused. Ellie Cohen had known him since they were children. They’d seen each other almost every week since they were born at the synagogue and had attended each other’s bar mitzvah and bat mitzvahs. She was okay, Stan guessed. “Why because of Eliana?”

A light chuckle slipped from his mother’s lips as she glanced across the table to her husband and Stan felt his ears burn. He felt like the butt of some joke that he didn’t understand and he didn’t like it. “Well, we know how you feel about her, Stanley.”

“How I—“ Stan echoed, utterly lost for a moment until realization hit him. His parents thought — what? — that he had feelings for Ellie? That shipped had longed since sailed, since he was a year into something special with someone else, not that the Uris’ parental unit had any knowledge about that yet.

“I’m not dating Eliana Cohen.” Stan said firmly, leveling his gaze first to his father and then to his mother.

Shifting uncomfortably, Mrs. Uris’ cheeks tinted pink, “I didn’t say you were, dear. I just thought that maybe one day you—“

“I’m never going to date Eliana Cohen.” Her son tried again, keeping his voice as clear as possible. He almost continued on to say that he was taken and not planning on dating anyone else possibly ever but instead he settled on, “I mean, I barely know her.”

Stan’s father snorted, “She’s young, fertile, and from a good family. What more do you need to know?”

Looking incredulous, Stan blinked, “More than just that, Dad.”

“Okay, you two, no fighting over a home cooked meal.” Mrs. Uris cut in with a warning tone. She was used to the disagreements between her husband and son that had been nearly constant in the household since Stan started high school. Her husband now endlessly complained how their son had once been such a quiet, respectful boy…

Continuing, the woman sighed, “Stanley, dear, how can you say you’ll never see Eliana when, like you said, you barely know her? Maybe you’ll actually like her? She really is a sweet, good girl.”

Stan knew deep in his chest that it didn’t matter how ‘sweet’ or ‘good’ Eliana Cohen was, she’d never compare to what he already had. The problem was as perfect as what he had was in his opinion, he knew his mother and father would never agree. Feeling a swell of courage and confidence bubble up in his chest, he sighed.

“She might be but I’m,” He hesitated before pushing on, “unavailable.”

His parents looked at each other, confused.

Mr. Uris cleared his throat, “You’re unavailable? Since when?”

Stan silently straightened the unused silverware sitting beside his plate and shrugged, “A while.”

“Oh, dear!” His mother suddenly exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “That’s great! Who is it? Do we know her? Or can we meet her?”

Her, her, her… Stan cringed internally. He had known that his confession would lead to his mother raising questions and assumptions such as these. A part of him, the part that he managed to silence and bury most of the time, wished that her assumptions were right, that there was a pretty, perfect she behind his words.

Life didn’t work that way though and Stan instantly felt guilty for being even a little ashamed of what he did have.

“Yes,” He spat out, sounding strangled, “Tomorrow for dinner.”

His mother grinned and nodded, giving her husband a look of excitement. Mr. Uris eyed his son suspiciously before digging back into his meal. Neither of them realized their son was already having a panic attack over what he’d just agreed to.

“St—Stan, we don’t have t-to—“

“I do, Bill. I have to.” Stan cut off his boyfriend as they climbed out of Bill’s silver ’85 Camero. Meeting halfway in front of the hood, the boys stopped inches apart, their breaths misting in the space between from the chilly air. “I’m tired of feeling dirty and wrong. I want to be honest about you, about us.”

Bill’s gaze flickered away, a small smile playing on his lips and he shook his head, “O-okay, yeah. I u-understand.”

And Stan knew he did because Bill always did. People never really got Stan and he had always thought it made sense. He was odd, he liked bird watching, was severely OCD, and had the quirkiest sense of humor. He knew he wasn’t everyone or really anyone’s cup of tea and he had long since grown used to the looks of confusion and mild concern.

Bill never looked at him like that.

Instead, Bill looked at him with endless patience when he had to wait an extra ten minutes for him to straighten his tie just right before they left for a party. Bill looked at him from across a room like he already missed him. Bill Denbrough looked at him like he made things better instead of further complicating them.

No one else had ever looked at him like that and it made Stan breathless.

Nodding, Stan turned his head to look up at his house, “They’re going to hate me.”

“They’re not.” Bill countered, taking Stan’s cold hand and starting toward the front door. “H-how could they? I-if anything, they’ll ha-ate me.”

Stanley cocked his head to the side and sighed, “Yeah, they probably will.”

Bill paused and quirked an eyebrow at his boyfriend, “You know y-you’re sup-p-posed to say the same th-thing I did, right? The b-b-bullshit about how they won’t?”

“I mean, they’ll hate you on principle, Billy. You’re a guy and you’re dating their son. It won’t be you they really hate, just the fact that I’m,” He cleared his throat and nearly pulled his hand from Bill’s but the other boy gripped on tighter. “you know, gay.”

Bill sighed heavily, trying to think of something to reassure his boyfriend. He didn’t honestly know how Stan was feeling. His own parents knew he was dating another boy and while they weren’t excited, they had all silently agreed to just not talk about it. Bill did what Bill did and his parents were fine with that as long as he didn’t get himself killed.

“M-maybe they’ll only hate th-that I’m a Gentile?” Bill suggested with a quirk of those full lips.

Stan paused for a moment before pulling the front door open. Without thinking too much, he quickly leaned forward and pressed a hard, steady kiss on Bill’s lips. The other boy’s eye fluttered shut for a breath before he felt Stan pull back.

“Wh-what was that for?” He asked, grinning a little dazed.

Stan shrugged and drug his boyfriend into the house.

Mrs. Uris had obviously heard the front door because, within seconds, she was whirling into the entry hall from the kitchen. She was smiling broadly and opened her mouth to speak before catching sight of her son’s school friend, Bill Denbrough.

“Oh! Hello, Bill. Stan didn’t tell us you were coming to dinner as well—“

Stan cleared his throat and flexed his fists nervously at his sides.

“Actually, Mom, I did.” Taking a deep breath, he slipped his hand back into Bill’s and squeezed hard. Bill squeezed him back and shuffled closer so that their shoulders brushed. “I told you.”

Mrs. Uris looked bewildered, “No, dear, you said that you were bring—“

She stopped, face going pale, and a hand flew over her mouth. Her eyes, the exact same shade as Stanley’s, darted between the two boys and Stan felt like his heart would pound right out of his chest. The only thing keeping him from a panic attack was Bill’s firm grip and steady presence beside him.

Just as his mother began to drop her hand as if to speak, Mr. Uris came thundering in.

“Is Stanley home yet? Dinner will be cold by the time he gets here with this girl of his.” He looked around and spotted his son by the door. “Oh, there you are and William Denbrough, good to see you, son. How’re your folks?”

“Uh,” Bill’s eyes darted between his boyfriend, his boyfriend’s father, and his boyfriend’s mother. “G-Good, sir.”

“Glad to hear it.” Mr. Uris commented before turning his gaze on his son, still oblivious to the tension in the room, “Now where is this girl, Stanley?”

Stan swallowed, looking to Bill for some extra courage. The boy smiled at him with those beautiful, bright blue eyes and full, sweet lips. He ran a thumb over Stan’s tense knuckles and nodded a little at him.

I’m right here, right beside you.

“Dad—“

“She broke up with him, honey!” Mrs. Uris exclaimed suddenly, moving forward to grip her husband’s arms. “They broke up and Stanley’s a little shaken up. Bill came to cheer him up, such a dear boy, he is. Why don’t you go set the table and I’ll get the boys settled and washed up so we can eat?”

Stan and Bill looked at the woman in confusion as she maneuvered her husband from the hallway. Once Mr. Uris was gone, Stan’s mother turned back to the boys. After a moment, she dashed across the room and threw her arms around her son, pulling him into her chest like she had when he was just a child.

Bill stepped back, releasing his boyfriend’s hand as the boy’s mother planted kiss after kiss on his forehead, cheeks, and nose. There were tears in both Stanley’s eyes and his Mom’s as she rocked him in her arms.

“I—I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Stan hiccuped into the fabric of her dress.

Stroking his curly hair, his mother hushed him and shook her head, “Don’t you be sorry, Stanley. Don’t ever be sorry, dear.” Pulling back, she took his face in her hands and made him meet her eyes, “I thought that maybe you were. I’ve seen how you look at Bill and it’s okay. It’s okay, dear.”

She looked over her son’s shoulder to smile tearfully at Bill. “Neither of you be sorry. You can’t help how you feel just…” She trailed off with a sigh before gazing back at her son, “We can’t tell your father right now. He’s too stubborn and he won’t even try to understand. Just, give it some time, okay?”

Both boys nodded, numbly.

Mrs. Uris sighed and took a step back, wiping her tears away, “Now, you go wash up and then we’ll eat together like a family,” She emphasized the last part while smiling at Bill. “And I promise, boys, we can talk about this at some point but tonight—“

“Just give it time.” Bill and Stan finished in sync, their hands finding each other once again. They would have to talk to his father one day, someday, but until then Stan decided he would just keep saying that he was absolutely unavailable.

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Kids These Days || Aisha R.

The Marian Auditorium of Miriam CoIIege could seat one thousand fifty people, apparently, and on that day, it was a full house. Not necessarily by choice, of course. Every student there, aged twelve to probably fourteen at the oldest, had congregated into the air conditioned structure and settled into the smooth, wooden seats of the auditorium because this was a required thing, this talk on sexuality.

And if that isn’t a big, scary word. Sexuality. In a place like an all girls Catholic high school, saying the word “sexuality” was like opening a bag of chips in a dead quiet room. You will be met with winces or sneers or snickers. You might even get in trouble. The metaphor isn’t really foolproof, because on one hand, you’ve got a snack, and on the other, you’ve got an integral aspect of the human experience with endless variations. It’s a lot less “palatable”, for one. Not as tasty. Sexuality was funny. It was dirty. It was something to be whispered about and not spoken of, especially if you were twelve or thirteen or fourteen. Hell, even if you were older, it could still be something taboo. Growing up, or the failure of thereof, was a little peculiar like that.

But here they were for an entire two hour long talk all about sexuality. October of 2016, roughly one thousand fifty students were chucked into an auditorium where they tittered in a classic mixture of teenage curiosity, anticipation, and habitual boredom. On stage, the speaker, a family psychologist, walks out. The voices of the one thousand fifty students hush from a buzz to a hum to silence.

And the thus the talk began.

To say that the talk was a trainwreck would be a fantastic, monumental understatement. It seemed like every high school freshman I spoke to had something to say about the talk.

“Oh,” said A, a bookish girl with glasses who looked quiet and shy right up until I brought up The Talk. She pushed her glasses up in a way one knew meant she was livid. “It was awful.”

B, a student I had spoken to via email correspondence had written “It was terrible. Obscure. Immature.”

“I wanted to cry,” said R, looking like she was about to cry. “That talk made me want to cry.”

In a nutshell, the so-called sexuality talk was a verbal cavalcade of sexist stereotypes only thinly disguised as something educational. The speaker had talked about how men and women were different, how men’s brains were like waffles (boxed and organized) and women’s brains were like spaghetti (“Noodling around,” A told me. “I’m not shitting you. The speaker said, ‘women think like spaghetti, we’re always noodling around.’ What the hell does that mean?”) By the halfway point of the talk, students had resigned themselves to the fact that this was another one of those inane things the school did that they’ll have to forcibly erase from their memory. The talk went on about boys and girls and flirting and relationships and stuff everybody already knew about before always peddling back to “Studies first!” Educational stuff right here.

But the real kicker was this: one brave girl, just one out of roughly one thousand fifty, stood up, walked to the microphone set up in the aisle, and asked a question. She asked the question that was thrumming through the heads of a lot of students in the auditorium. She asked, “What do you think of LGBT?”

In front of one thousand fifty students, the speaker had smiled sweetly—sweet in the way that probably made you feel sick—and said “All the feelings you have for women, project them onto men instead.”

See, non-heterosexual people exist. Non-heterosexual teenagers exist. It just so happens some of them will end up in an all girls Catholic high school.

“It sucks,” R told me. R is a high school freshman. She had short hair and glasses and good grades and she was Not Straight. We spoke just a little bit after class ended at a lunch table in the school’s cafeteria. To her left was A, one of her friends who also was Not Straight, eyes downcast, as if she already knows the rest of what R was going to say. R said, “But, I don’t know. You get used to it.”

Which begs the question what exactly it is kids these days are forced to get used to.

The horror stories spanning from different schools are myriad. Sometimes it’s subtle. Miriam CoIIege High School had certain days where students could come in civilian attire, but “crossdressing” was not allowed. Students must dress like ladies. St. PauI College Pasig has a rule against short hair. A bobcut is pushing it, and if you had a cut that was no longer in the realm of “female hair” you’d get talked to. L, a student from St. Paul, rocked something of a pixie cut during her stay at the school. She was called to the principal’s office for it every year and was even threatened with expulsion. Gender norms and non-heterosexual presentation are closely linked, and rules like these are tiny ways to make sure nothing happens even at a surface level. Rules like these are pretty nifty because it’s rather easy to shake one’s head and say this has nothing to do lesbians. It was about image.

Sometimes it’s more blatant. A had told me about a school—she couldn’t remember which one, just one from the expansive catalog of all girls Catholic schools—that had written in their handbook something along the lines of “girl on girl relations are strictly prohibited.”

Miriam College High School, the school where participants were taken from, has, in the curriculum for Christian Life, an entire section on Sexuality and Marriage. As expected, it all boiled down to teaching pissed off teenagers that if you weren’t straight, you were going to hell. Sure, it was sugar coated, but fancy plating doesn’t change the truth. If you took a shot for every time an earnest CL teacher said “God hates the sin, and not the sinner,” whilst making awkward eye contact with every visible lesbian in the classroom, we’d be getting to hell much earlier due to alcohol poisoning.

A controversial example of the curriculum at work would be the third term CL final exam given to the graduating batch of 2016. Questions upon questions of situations and matching values were put into a test that decided a student’s grade. Insert name here is a gay man in a relationship and dot dot dot. Insert name here thinks she is bisexual and dot dot dot. As a Christian, what is your response?

Many students refused to answer these questions at all. That was their response.

The act of existing in an all girls Catholic high school is one that’s implicit with resignation concerning this kind of treatment. Catholicism is obvious in its restrictions. It’s Adam and Eve, etcetera, but beyond religion, the structure of high schools and how they’re run creates an environment where not much can be done about it. The students are gay and the teachings are against you. If you’re really unlucky, a few teachers will be too. There can be teachers who are supportive, but they can’t really do much against the entirety of the administration. A joke I heard from a student was something along the lines of “There’s a reason why the CL department is so far away from the English department.” Right. Gotta keep the liberals away from the conservatives. An accepting teacher is a treat, but ultimately a bandaid in a world of gashes.

But, as R said, you get used to it. Or maybe you already were.

“And that’s messed up,” A told me. A was another freshman from a different class, and she really looked like a sweet girl. Anger didn’t suit her, but it graced her features anyway. It was mostly in her eyes; a hardened, steeled gaze. She is thirteen years old.

The thing about the infamous sexuality talk is that it’s the paragon of reinforcement. Smaller strains of it exist in things like religion class, disapproving teachers, guidance counselors who tilt their heads when you mention a girlfriend, and the list goes on.

It’s tempting to be confused as to why these things continue when they obviously don’t “work.” Work in the sense that these people and their attitudes don’t magically craft an army of straight girls. This much is evident by the persisting population of non heterosexuals existing in all girls Catholic schools. Talk after class after session, one after the other, and they’re still there and still as gay as ever.

These things continue because it’s a new coat of paint on the Straight Is Good sign. To students, this is something they’ll get to see on a regular basis. Those who disagree will continue to disagree, but there will be those who believe it. Of the non heterosexuals, this is just a small jab in the midst of many. They’ll get used to it, but some of them won’t. There will be those who believe it.

Of those who get used to it, the thought now is the fact that in an ideal world, they shouldn’t have to be.

“We’re used to being treated like this. There are worst things, but there are better ones too.” A said, “I wanna be used to better things.”

“I mean, I guess we’re lucky.” R told me a little later. We had taken a short break to buy food. R and A were now munching on gummy candies shaped like pizzas. There was something about this contrast that struck me; soft gummies and hard issues and teenagers who have both. “At least the students are really accepting. Just a week ago there was this, this romantic thing?”

“Yeah!” A piped in. “This girl had this sign like ‘I love you’ for another girl and they did this thing with flowers and stuff. It was really sweet. Right in the middle of the covered court, lunchtime. All the students were cheering.”

“And I figure, any teachers in the vicinity would just pretend not to notice,” I joked, but A just fixed her eyes on me again.

“What else can they do?” She said. And really, what else was there?

Ignorance, it seemed, was the easiest out. It certainly was the kinder evil. Averted eyes and skillful segues, and you never have to talk about gay students because well, they don’t really exist, anyway. “I’d take that over ‘gay is a sin’ any day,” A told me. “At least they stay away. They leave us alone.”

How lonely, I thought, but I didn’t tell her this. Instead, I just nodded and accepted that sometimes you have to settle. Whether it was a tragedy or not didn’t matter as much as the circumstances that pushed kids to have to set their standards low in the first place for something as simple as wanting to be accepted.

It seems if you’re a non-heterosexual student in a Catholic high school, it’s either you exist and you’re punished for it, or you’re ignored and you take what you can get. So flip a coin for it. I tell them this, and they laugh.

“I kind of don’t want to, though,” R said, squishing a gummy between her fingers. “It’s 2017. I kind of want more. Is that too much to ask?”

Not at all, I thought. Not at all.

In an auditorium filled with roughly one thousand fifty students, everybody hushed down, gritted their teeth, and listened. But if there’s something I’m getting from the kids I’ve seen and spoken to, it’s that they’re getting a little bit tired of that routine.

Perhaps, slowly, the silence will pick up. The murmurs will start. The words. The discussions. The voices will up in volume and confidence, a cadence of identity. Once upon a time, these kids were told to project their feelings elsewhere, and, in a sense, they are.

They’re projecting their feelings outward and beyond, loud and clear, absolutely demanding to be heard.

#how risky im not omitting the names of the school HAHA #i am an m/ch/s graduate so U KNO #non fic #written for the literary journalism component of my nonfic class

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cuthian · 4 years

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Starting Over Chapter Three

Steve does some thinking in here.

Love, Annaelle

Chapter Three

MEET THE NEWEST MEMBERS OF THE AVENGERS

BRAȘOV, ROMANIA — A small police force was pinned down behind a makeshift barricade of smoldering car chassis and fallen slabs of concrete on the world’s newest battlefield. Their gunfire was no match for the relentless onslaught of hostile Doombots, barreling down the barely recognizable city street.

The windows of a nearby building exploded in clouds of billowing black smoke as people attempted to flee the carnage raining down all around them.

If there was ever a time for the Avengers to swoop in and save the day, it was right then.

Sadly, Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor were occupied on the other side of the city, attempting to gain ground on Dr. Victor Doom, who unleashed the robots on this unsuspecting city in an attempt to expand his Latverian territory.

[…]all is not lost for the officers, though. Instead of the Avengers we all know and love, a man in dark motorcycle pants and a body-hugging silver shirt sprinted into the middle of the action so fast that the eye could barely follow, carrying a woman in a tattered black dress and a red leather jacket in his arms.

[…]witnesses report they did not appear at all like superheroes, looking more like teenaged party kids who accidentally stumbled from an all-day rave into chaos instead. [They] ignored warnings and dove into the thick of it, dispatching the Doombots within minutes.

[…]though it is unclear what, exactly, transpired, multiple reports suggest that the girl has some kind of telekinetic powers that enabled her to dispatch the Doombots with ease. [It] only took forty-eight hours for the Avengers to hold an official press conference, announcing the addition of Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver—who go by Wanda and Pietro Maximoff in their daily lives—to their ranks, pending a three-month probationary and training period.

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are Sokovian-Romanian-born twins, who lost their parents at the age of ten in the 2006 bombings of Sokovia’s capital. No further details were released on their personal lives, but social media has already heralded their coming as a welcome diversification of the Avenger ranks, which consisted mostly of American ‘superheroes’ thus far, with the notable exception of the Black Widow and Thor.

[…]speak for everyone when we say that we’re eager to see how these new Avengers will adjust to their new roles in the world’s most exclusive crime-fighting unit.

—Adam B. Vary, “Meet the New Avengers”, Buzzfeed News, 2013

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Residence of Steve Rogers and Rebecca Barnes, Washington D.C., U.S.A.

August 14th, 2015

Steve

“I’ve been informed that these inanimate objects will never yield, Steven.”

Steve looked up from where he had been engaged in a fierce staring contest with his infuriatingly silent phone on the kitchen island, finding Thor leaning against the back of the sofa. He had not even heard him come into the room at all, and he briefly cursed at himself for letting himself get so distracted by his phone, hanging his head a little before he smiled up at Thor ruefully.

“You’ve been preoccupied these last few days,” Thor said. “I know it is not the operation that bothers you, but I was under the impression your acquaintance with your Sam was progressing well.”

Steve sighed and nodded, finally taking his eyes off his phone.

Thor was right, of course.

With Tony’s aid, they’d been able to set up near-permanent surveillance on Sharon easily, and the rest of the team had been remarkably easy to convince to take on a mission with undefined purpose or end date. Bruce and Rhodey had volunteered to dig through the massive amounts of data Nat had already managed to collect, while Tony gleefully offered to hack into every S.H.I.E.L.D. database he could get his virtual hands on.

Steve would be concerned, but… well, sometimes it was better to let Tony ride whatever inevitably brilliant brainwave took him.

There wasn’t much more that they could do now, not until they had more intel to go off of, not until they had managed to get a clearer idea of what they were dealing with. Steve knew that, and Steve didn’t even mind that, but he had always hated sitting still.

Even texting Sam, enjoyable and pacifying as that had been, hadn’t been enough to get his mind off of it, because… because Steve still didn’t really know where he wanted his acquaintanceship with Sam to go. He knew, of course, that the tone of their texts had been mostly flirty, because he wasn’t totally oblivious, regardless of how Becca liked to tease him, but—

Neither of them had suggested meeting up again, and Steve was a little afraid to do so.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Sam again. It wasn’t even that he didn’t have the time to meet up with Sam again. Steve wasn’t even really sure what it was himself, only that it was starting to get to him, and apparently, it showed.

“It is going well,” he finally replied, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the kitchen island.

Thor nodded slowly and crossed his arms over his chest. “And this… concerns you?”

“No,” Steve denied immediately. Thor raised an eyebrow and Steve winced, hanging his head again before he added, “I don’t think so. It’s…”

He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know what it is.”

Thor hummed sympathetically and pushed away from the couch, pulling out one of the barstools to sit at the island across from Steve. “When Rebecca asked me if I could ever let myself love her,” Thor began slowly, looking down at his hands, “I nearly left. I did not think that I could, or should, break my vow to Loki, even in death.”

Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.

He knew this.

Thor hadn’t really spoken about it to him at the time, nor had Becca, mostly out of respect for Steve’s close relationship to them both—neither of them had wanted to put Steve in the middle of things if Thor had chosen to leave—but Becca had confided in him about her side of it afterwards.

He never really got the chance to talk to Thor about it.

“Why did you?” he asked, although he was mildly terrified to hear the answer.

Thor looked down again and shrugged. “Love is not a conscious decision, although I have pretended it was for many years. I loved Loki for centuries, and I will for centuries to come, but that does not mean that I cannot love Rebecca as well. The two do not negate one another.”

Steve was struck silent by the intensity of Thor’s gaze when the god looked up again.

“It is,” Thor continued thoughtfully, “perhaps not easier, but certainly more comfortable, to hold onto these kinds of promises than it is to acknowledge that those we made them to are no longer with us.”

Steve swallowed thickly, glancing down at his phone again.

He’d never really… he’d never really allowed himself to think of it like that, even though he was well aware that Bucky would have encouraged him to move on. Fuck, that damned jerk had been trying to encourage Steve to move onto Peggy even when he hadn’tbeen dead.

Steve smiled weakly. “I don’t know if I can think of it like that,” he admitted in a small voice.

Thor returned the smile and reached out to pat Steve’s hand. “Nor am I telling you to. None but you can make this choice, Steve, and it is a difficult one to make. But you must know that we will stand by your side, regardless of what choice you make.”

“God, you two are so gay,” Becca snorted from the doorway, and Steve jumped, because his situational awareness seemed to have taken the day off—he hadn’t heard her coming either.

Jesus.

“You’re gay,” he said without thinking, although he had to admit it was not the scathing comeback he had intended for it to be. She’d caught him off guard and vulnerable and Steve wasn’t great at expressing his feelings even at the best of times—he hadn’t expected to feel this rattled by Thor’s words, was all.

He tracked her movements as she walked into the room, an eyebrow raised at him. “You lookin’ to swipe my boyfriend, Rogers?” she said playfully, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Thor’s cheek before she rounded the counter and slipped an arm around Steve’s waist in a half-hug. Dazed as he was, he didn’t do much to reciprocate, and she’d moved onto raiding the fridge by the time he’d realized he should probably hug her back.

“Do not fret, Krúttið mitt. He seeks his own paramour,” Thor said calmly, although Steve very much wanted to bash his head against the marble island the second the words left Thor’s mouth, because Becca was never going to let this go.

He was right.

Becca abandoned her quest for snacks immediately and perched on the island beside Steve, looking at him expectantly. Eagerly. Terrifyingly eagerly. “Tell me everything. Is this the guy you were talking to when Nat picked you up?”

Steve groaned, hanging his head again. “Becca,” he whined, “I don’t even know what this is. I don’t even know if there is a ‘this’. There’s nothing to tell yet.”

He yelped when Becca smacked the back of his head abruptly, jerking away from her before she could slap him again. “Don’t do that,” she said sternly when he pouted at her. “You’re not made of glass, and I ain’t treating you like you are. Spill, Rogers.”

Steve briefly considered the benefits of ignoring Becca and hiding in his room until she’d let it go, but history was not with him. He had once seen her ignore Thor for four whole weeks because he’d thoughtlessly commented that her period might be the reason why she felt crabby and angry about a mission that hadn’t gone exactly to plan.

Granted, Thor had been on Asgard for two of those four weeks, but Steve was relatively convinced she’d have ignored him if he’d been on Earth too.

Becca was not generally a vindictive person, and definitely not one to hold a grudge, but Thor had managed to hit a sore spot, and it’d taken her a while—and a lot of groveling from Thor (and his insistence he had meant for it to be a compliment)—for her to let that thoughtless comment go.

Steve didn’t fancy trying to out-stubborn her.

He pulled his phone back towards him, tapping the screen to show Becca the conversation thread. “I met him on my run,” he admitted. “He gave me his number, we’ve been texting a little. That’s it.”

“Okay,” Becca drawled, scrolling through the texts too fast to actually be able to read them—a small gesture to respect his privacy, and one that he appreciated immensely. “And you haven’t asked him out in person yet, because…?”

“Because,” Steve said, falling silent right after, because… well, because he didn’t know why he hadn’t asked Sam out in person yet. “I don’t know him that well,” he finished lamely.

“That is generally why people go on dates, Steve,” Becca replied with a smirk, grinning up at Thor when he moved from his barstool to collect drinks for all of them. “To get to know each other.” She accepted the bottle Thor handed her with a smile, and Steve turned away to look at his phone when it looked like they would end up making out right in front of him again.

He jumped a little when Thor smacked a cold water bottle against his shoulder, smirking devilishly.

“Don’t worry,” he told Steve. “We’ll refrain from scarring you for life.”

“Again,” Becca added cheerfully, because she was clearly the worst.

She pecked Thor on the cheek as he left the room, and Steve grumbled lightly, twisting the bottle open so he’d have something to do with his hands, looking down at the thread of text messages he’d exchanged with Sam so far.

“Hey.” He looked up to find Becca right beside him again, smiling sweetly. “Let me give you back a piece of advice you gave me, okay?” He nodded dumbly, and Becca patted his arm lightly. “I don’t know if this guy could make you happy.” She nodded towards the still unlocked phone. “But isn’t it worth considering, at least?”

He shrugged helplessly, and Becca sighed, slinging an arm around his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his cheek before she left the room too, leaving him alone with his thoughts again.

He still didn’t know if he wanted anything to happen with Sam, because flirting—in person and over text—was something entirely different than actually going out on an actual date, and much as Steve liked to pride himself on doing so much better, he wasn’t sure he was doing that good.

That did not mean, however, that he was willing to let go of the very possibility of what Sam could be.

He swallowed thickly and picked up his phone, fingers trembling just a little as he navigated to the phone number he needed. His hand was still shaking a little when he put the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone with bated breath.

“Hey, Sam,” he greeted as soon as the line connected. “It’s Steve. You got plans tomorrow night?” He smiled breathlessly at Sam’s reply and said, “Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

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Quetzal Chocolate Bar, Washington D.C., U.S.A.

August 15th, 2015

Steve

He hadn’t been sure what to expect when Thor had heartily recommended the café to him.

Thor’s tastes had been known to be a little… eclectic in the past, but Becca had reassured him that this place was actually really cute, and the perfect low-key, low-pressure kind of spot for a first date.

Steve had a little more faith in Becca’s tastes, and therefore didn’t question it.

He’d prepared for the date the same way he’d prepared for a mission—meticulously looking through Sam’s Facebook profile, which might have been a little creepy, but it was Steve’s first real date in this century and he wanted things to go well, damn it, and googling acceptable topics of conversation for first dates, and even letting Nat and Becca conspire to put together an outfit for him—and it’d helped, to think of it in such a familiar, clearly defined way.

He hadn’t freaked out.

He hadn’t had a panic attack.

He hadn’t changed his mind overnight.

He was nervous though, when he walked the short distance to the café, in a way he never really had been before, because all the dates he’d gone on then had been with Bucky, and he’d known that Bucky was a sure thing even then.

His moments with Peggy had never really been dates, and she’d made him nervous in an entirely different way. Looking back, he was pretty sure he was only really infatuated with the idea of what Peggy could be, with the idea of having a love that he wouldn’t have to hide, with a life that could be everything he knew his mam had always hoped he’d get.

He’d loved her, sure enough, but he’d loved only what he’d known.

He didn’t think he could’ve lived with her doing some of the things she had during her long life, couldn’t have combined his desire to be normal with everything he was and everything she was, because as much as they might’ve been well-suited, Steve also knew that they were far too similar.

They’d driven Bucky mad with worry the few times they’d run missions together, for example.

Steve smiled despite himself, pushing his hands into his pockets as he walked, already spotting the red awning at the entrance. He was a little early, but Sam was already waiting for him by the door, and Steve swallowed thickly. The other man might not be superhuman like most of Steve’s close friends and acquaintances tended to be lately, but he looked good.

He looked that good because he was waiting for Steve.

The only person who’d made that much of an effort to look good for Steve before was Bucky.

Peggy had always looked amazing, but Steve hadn’t been under any illusions that she made the effort for him—she dressed to impress only for herself, and Steve had just been a very lucky schmuck that had happened to catch her eye.

Even when he hadn’t really been interested, when he had been hung up on Bucky, so in love with the other man that he hadn’t really been able to see anyone else clearly, he’d admired her.

Steve blinked, and realized he was dithering at the same moment Sam turned and caught sight of him.

The other man turned to him with a smile that fell just a little when Steve didn’t move immediately. He was probably wondering why Steve wasn’t moving.

Steve was wondering why he wasn’t moving.

“Move, punk,” his internal voice—that sounded suspiciously like Bucky—prodded, “He’s waiting.”

Steve’s legs, thankfully, moved before he needed to consciously think about it, carrying him towards Sam and the café Becca had recommended, towards… towards his date.

“Hey,” Sam said as soon as Steve was within earshot. “For a second I thought you were gonna stand me up.” The words were said lightly, but Steve heard the uncertain note nonetheless, and forced himself to smile, to reassure the man before him that he wouldn’t have—he wasn’t a flake—but the words wouldn’t quite come out right.

“Me too,” he blurted. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately, “it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just—” He fell silent, struggling to find words for a moment before he gave up and deflated a little. “I don’t know what it is. I promise I do want to be here. With you.”

Sam scrutinized him for a long, tense moment, and Steve barely resisted the urge to squirm. “Let’s get a drink,” Sam finally said, nodding towards the entrance. “We can decide what it means later.”

“Sam,” Steve blurted, “It’s a date, I mean I asked you on a date, I meant it. I’m just—I haven’t actually been on a date in…” He sighed and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Seventy years one way and six another. I’m just nervous.”

Sam grinned and chuckled. “Don’t worry man, I don’t bite.” He pulled the door to the café open and winked at Steve. “Not unless you ask me nicely anyway.” He stepped inside without waiting for an answer, leaving Steve gaping after him, trying to reboot his brain after Sam provided that particular visual—he’d never regretted how easily his mind conjured an image of something until right now.

“You coming?” Sam said from where he stood, looking over his shoulder at Steve.

“I might,” Steve grumbled under his breath, “if you keep talking like that.” He followed Sam inside nonetheless, momentarily pausing when the strong scent of chocolate hit him like a sack of bricks.

“Oh, that smells good,” he groaned quietly, catching up to Sam at the counter.

Sam hummed as he studied the menu mounted on the wall behind the counter. “It does. You in the mood for something sweet, Rogers?”

Steve smirked. “Always,” he said, smiling politely at the girl behind the counter before he turned his attention to the seasonal suggestions that hung above the coffee machine. Caramel Salé, the sign boasted proudly, next to a drawing of a steaming cup with a happy smiley face. A hot chocolate milk with caramel and sea salt. Don’t forget to choose your own chocolate!

There were, indeed, four big basins of chocolate set into the countertop, with white, milk, brown and black chocolate—as the little tags in front of them proclaimed—and Steve’s mouth watered a little at the thought that he might be able to try all of them.

Bucky would have loved this place.

Steve had a moderate sweet-tooth, but no one had loved sweets and chocolate the way Bucky had.

The thought made him feel unexpectedly choked up, and he swallowed thickly, looking away from the menu for a moment to pull himself together. Thinking about Bucky hadn’t been this hard in years, and Steve wasn’t sure why everything reminded him of his lost love today.

“Sir?”

His head snapped up, and Steve realized he’d been quiet long enough for Sam to have ordered his drink already. “I, uh,” he stammered. “Sorry. I’d like the Caramel Salé. What chocolate does it taste best with?” He looked up at the girl, cheeks flushed a little with embarrassment. “Any recommendations?”

“Oh,” the girl bit her lip as she considered her answer. “Well, if you like your drink sweet, milk chocolate is really good. It kind of tastes like liquid toffee.”

Steve smiled shakily. “I’ll try that then. And two of those brownies.”

The girl nodded and tapped her register. “Do you want chocolate sauce with those?”

Steve’s eyes widened. “I can have chocolate sauce with them?”

He heard Sam chuckle a little beside him, and the girl grinned. “Yeah. Normally it’s just the one cup, but if you want to try several, I can do that too, it’ll just cost you a dollar extra per flavor.”

“I want all of them,” he told her eagerly, not even the slightest bit embarrassed. “Just gimme one of everything, I don’t care how much it costs.” The girl grinned and tapped her register, barely raising an eyebrow when he pulled out his black Amex card to pay for everything.

“Go have a seat,” she told them, “I’ll get everything to you in a moment.”

Steve managed to not jump when Sam grabbed his elbow gently, nodding towards the plump leather seats in the back corner of the café. Both couches were oriented so they were facing the entrance and with their backs against the wall, and Steve felt immensely grateful that he wouldn’t need to explain.

“You looked a little out of it back there,” Sam said carefully when they’d sat down. “You sure you’re up for this right now?”

Steve sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just… things get a little intense sometimes. You… You get it, right?”

Sam smiled sympathetically. “Yeah, brother. We all got the same problems. Guilt, regret…” he shrugged and looked down, and Steve felt like a total heel for asking, but he couldn’t—he couldn’t stand not asking, either.

“You lose someone?” he blurted, abruptly shutting his mouth when the girl approached them with a tray with their drinks and Steve’s brownies.

Sam stayed quiet too, only speaking to thank her as she put everything on their table before she left.

“I lost my wingman, Riley. My, uh…” He looked down and swallowed thickly. “He was my boyfriend too. We were flying a night mission, standard PJ rescue op… nothing we hadn’t done a thousand times before, but then… an RPG knocked Riley’s dumb ass out of the sky.” Steve winced, and Sam looked like he might cry, before he said quietly, “It’s like I was up there just to watch. Nothing I could do.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said. “It’s a… shitty topic to bring up, I’m sorry.”

Sam smiled tightly, humorlessly, and picked up his drink. “Nah man. I’m guessing you lost someone too. ‘s what’s making this hard for you, right?”

Steve swallowed, looking down for a moment, reaching out to stir his drink while he collected his thoughts. “His name was Bucky,” he said after a while. “We, uh… we’d been together so long, I can’t even really pinpoint when it started. I think… I think I’ve loved him my whole life.” He looked up at Sam and smiled weakly. “And after… I didn’t… I’ve never really been with anyone—I’ve never really wanted to try, not even Peg, not really, so it’s—”

“Hey,” Sam interrupted, leaning over to put his hand over Steve’s trembling one. “I get it. And if this isn’t… if you’re not ready for anything romantic, which, I gotta admit, it’s kind of sounding like you’re not… I can be your friend instead. You can just be that weird friend that tried to hit on me once.”

Steve barked a laugh, and wiped his eyes on his sleeve, slightly mortified that he hadn’t even managed to make it through the whole date without crying.

“I swear I meant for this to be a normal date,” he said thickly.

Sam outright laughed at that and shook his head. “Man, your healing is about you. You don’t need my or anyone else’s stamp of approval. Don’t worry if it takes a long time, or if it’s ugly sometimes. This is about you, brother, not anyone else.”

“I think I like you,” Steve admitted quietly, feeling a little lighter having put the feeling into words, without having the pressure of the date turning out okay still there.

Sam grinned. “That’s good. Now drink your hot chocolate and eat your brownies.”

Steve grinned despite himself.

“Yes sir.”

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Never Feel Alone:

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