#They just gotta.... do that huh? Can't be normal gotta be gay

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam Reid, Jacob Anderson, Bailey Bass and Kalyne Coleman at AMC's "Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire" New York Photo Call at IFC Center on September 27, 2022

compilation via HaronidMuse

original videos via jenburnzie (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

Him letting his intrusive thoughts take the wheel for a moment. the way sam was ready to go with it lmao 'In public? Bet' 🤧

Also Jacob seems to have said "in front of Sampire." I wonder if Jacob and cast and crew call him that often 🤭🤭

[inkskinned]

don't worry, they're joking! they're always joking when it would be something, like bigoted. because i'm not a bigot, obviously, i just vote for bigots - well, they're not bigots either, you can't really call someone a bigot just because they have religious views. this is the land of the free, and it's a christian nation, after all. you can pretend otherwise but let's just be real here; all our values are really based on the bible. anyway, i know you liberals get your panties in a twist - can i say that, or are you gonna cancel me, haha, #metoo - about every little joke he said and every little dramatic political view. oh, fascist this and fascist that. you are online too much, you love the word fascist because it's big and you're just paranoid about things.

well, no, i don't, like, read the policies. i have a life. and so what if they wrote - stop it, it's not a manifesto, okay? he eventually backed off from that - oh the vice president? who cares about that guy, that isn't real power. you're being dramatic, they're just spitballing. everyone makes big claims when they're out there campaigning. he just means he personally wouldn't get gay married. you want him to divorce his wife and get gay married? anyway, even if they cancelled gay marriage - it wouldn't happen, okay? nobody i know really cares about that - it'd be states-rights like those abortions you love so much. and you live in a blue state. you live in like the gay capital of the world. i don't know why it'd be so bad for you, you're borrowing trouble there.

and besides, you're missing the point of his campaign! you people want to be victims so bad you completely ignore what we're really voting for. there are tons of good things that happened because of his name and his policies - the economy, for one. oh stop, just because i can't tell you what a tariff is off the top of my head doesn't mean i don't have eyes. and stuff was better under him! well, yeah, anything good is his work, obviously. what? no, all the bad stuff was biden. and probably also obama. what do you even care about this, anyway? it's not going to effect you. it's four years.

oh my god, not the climate change argument again, i'm not getting into that. i don't care about it. if my house is beachfront that's great news for me. and we don't really know what's causing it. no, i saw you forwarded me those articles and i just laughed. what, do you think i have time to sit on my ass and read shit? huh? well, no, i like reading the babylon bee. they actually had a great article about all you climate freaks. and in the meantime, what do you want me to do? i'm not paying 4 dollars for gas. liberals love to talk about solutions but never pay for the solutions. what do you mean blocked because of congress. you gotta stop with the conspiracy shit.

no, my side doesn't have real conspiracy theories. the vaccine thing is a real thing. besides, you yourself don't like big pharma. just because i have an opinion, suddenly now you think big pharma is great? and this is serious, okay? your mom's friend's coworker has a kid that died from a heart event. i don't want you getting any more vaccines. i regret that you got them as a kid, i'd redo them. what do you mean you'd vaccinate your own kids? are you finally thinking of having some? you know i want grandkids - oh stop, i've never pressured you, i'm just saying that if you're going to get gay married, you might as well give me some normal grandkids to love.

stop, you know what i meant. what? no, he's not going to take away your right to adopt. besides, you could always use a sperm donor, haha, i know your high school ex would love to - jesus! okay! no need to snap. i'm just saying that you don't need to be married to have a kid. the only real benefit to marriage is taxes, haha. it won't change anything. oh my god, no, there won't be a rise in hate crimes. well, it's not his fault what people do in his name! he eventually spoke out against that, anyway.

what do you mean he supported them? i didn't hear him say that. oh. well, yeah, he said it, but like, he's clearly joking.

[himbosandhardwear]

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

"What?" He responds.

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

"I guess," Eddie agrees.

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

"How gross?"

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

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

"Ah fuck, I knew it."

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

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

"......no."

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

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

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

"Uh...."

"Never mind. It's stupid."

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

"Oh, okay."

They stare at their feet.

"Is this weird? It feels weird."

"I'm gay, Steve."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

Steve frowns in confusion.

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

The line between his eyes doesn't lessen.

"I'm a bottom."

Still, somehow, he doesn't get it.

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

His mouth makes a little 'O'.

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

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

"And you like it?" He blurts out.

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

"Yup."

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

"Well, yeah, why would you?"

"Hey, I'm pretty open minded!"

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

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

Fuck.

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

"We should fuck."

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Random Things Overheard On Site

Ah, my coworkers. The weird, wacky, wonderful folks who keep the wheels turning. They're a real cast of oddballs, but no one normal ever works at the Foundation, excluding Doctor Glass, of course. Dude's totally got his head on straight, and welded in place. The rest of us... yeah, we're all nuts. Even Site Command has a few loose screws, in Jack Bright's case it's every last blessed one of them. Hold on to your hope, abandon sanity all those who enter here.

On 049:

"Sure, he can kill you with a touch, but at least he'll apologize as it happens, and unlike some people, his hands are clean."

On 076-2:

"Wow. Uh... where were you keeping that axe, buddy?" A pause. "Huh. After training, mind checking over a few weapon designs? I'm doing a new character in D&D."

On the Foundation, to the new hires:

"No, you don't have to be crazy to work here. Clef and Bright will train you in that."

At target practice:

"Come on, ladies! I've seen senior citizens shoot better their first time playing Call of Duty. Eyes on the target, fingers on the trigger. Let's try this once more, with accuracy."

On 053, playing with 682:

"Aw... it's actually really cute how 682 lets her draw flowers all over him."

"Yeah. Remember the 'ballet lessons' last week? Who knew they even made tutus in his size?"

"Not me. Uh, any chance of photos?"

"Sorry, Benji... kinda dropped my camera in the scaly jerk's acid bath."

On 073:

"He's smart, funny, sweet, a total Arabic fox... why not ask him out, Sarah?"

"One. He's an anomaly, and off the approved list. Two, even if I were allowed to date him, isn't he gay?"

"Oh. Yeah. Got a brother?"

On Doctor Gears:

"Can't stop, gotta get the coffee to the Doc."

"He's out? Shit. Caffeine emergency, out of the way people! Do not block the intern, he has Gears' coffee."

On some anomalous weaponry Agent Strelnikof found:

"It took the door out. And the door behind it. And the door behind that door. And half the target range. I think the Insurgency would sooner meet 682 than face one of these guns. And I think both Doctor Clef and I are in love. With the gun."

During a Keter Breach:

"Do you HAVE to follow the anomaly while blasting 'Gangster's Paradise' by Coolio?"

"You'd prefer 'How I Can Just Kill a Man' by Rage Against the Machine?"

"I'd prefer it if you just did your job, Doctor Bright!"

On 079:

"Not sure who's more annoying... the Old Man AI or the homicidal bitch in 'System Shock'"

"Shodan doesn't have 079's sense of humor."

"And neither of them trump the Red Queen in the Andersonverse 'Resident Evil' movies in terms of creepiness."

"Kid AIs are the worst. And she is a creepy little psycho."

During training with 076-2:

"You threw a sword at my head, Abel!"

"But... did you die?"

And... finally, some Multiverse hijinks. A bit of background here: one of the reality warpers pulled a villain, well HE said he was a villain, from a place called Central City in the other universe. He has some ice powers, but... it wasn't Mr. Snart. Nope, we got an incompetent wannabe cryomancer with a stupid name. And... Iris being Iris, she told him off.

"Chillblaine? You call yourself... Chillblaine? Do you even know what a chillblain is? It's a flu symptom. What are ya gonna do, asshole, sneeze on us? Worse, it sounds like a rich spoiled white uni bro trying to get his jerkwad buddy to calm the fuck down. 'Chill, Blaine. She ain't worth it, bro.' Fuck off until you come up with something we can take seriously." Dude looks like he's gonna cry. I look over, and the rest of the team, even Big Brother, are trying not to laugh at this loser. I have no idea who the hell this Flash dude is, but he's got one pathetic nemesis here. Fifty bucks says he couldn't even steal a wallet.

[foulbearobservation]

hey hi hello coming to your ask box direct from my real life occupation as an adult bc I saw that gifset of camila-iS hE stEALING praYERS FrOm GOD-no-last-name and lost it in the break room.

honourable mention on the “camila is a fake nun” evidence list should go to that scene is S1 where Lilith has just come back from hell and is all banged up in Dr Salvius’s totally dubious medical facility (don’t get me started) and Beatrice and camila are like “damn girl death sure didn’t stick huh” and camila crosses herself like she’s voguing - the level of drama in the movement was entirely incompatible with her being a serious nun and I am incapable of seeing otherwise.

ALSO I saw the “camila bi-panics with Ava” thoughts (LOVE by the way and PLEASE let us witness Ava explain to bea why she’s losing her shit over her phone) and I raise you the aftermath of mother superion getting that “hi so I’m maybe into Lilith? Thoughts? (And prayers?)” text from cam and just drinking scotch staring into the middle distance contemplating the stats of all her nuns actually being gay

(bonus points if all her totally normal and not at all charged “heated philosophical debates” with dr salvius begin to circle in her thoughts while playing the jaws theme)

Wow sorry this became an essay bestie being Responsible exacerbates the mental illness yknow how it is 😔

hello sorry to make u lose it in the break room 😭 in my defense I'm usually losing my shit in my office so at least I get to inflict the pain on others now lmfao

HELP I always think catholics look a little silly when they're doing the sign of the cross but now I gotta go back and rewatch those scenes because they're filled with So Much camilith

ALSO not this being the thing that makes mother superion want to renounce her vows like she gets that fun update from camila and goes. fuck I need a drink. FUCK I'm a nun I can't drink. fuck I have a homoerotic friendship with local scientist. FUCK.

mother superion absolutely does not get paid enough for this like she's SO TIRED

[phallicide]

(Retrospectively, I realized I misinterpreted the prompt slightly. Oh well. Spider cuddles are best cuddles.)

"You can't walk on the ceiling." I craned my neck upward toward Rachel as I re-explained to her for the umpteenth time that day. "If you're going to be coming to my family reunion, you have to be where people can see you. Humans get freaked out by spiders, sure, but especially if they come out of nowhere!"

The spider clicked her mandibles at me as she descended on a slick, wet strand of silk. "It's unfair!" She alighted on the floor and turned around to look at me. "I'm a spider, I was meant to walk on the ceiling. I don't want to get kicked or stepped on." I rolled my eyes. "For the last time, babe. You are staying where people can see you until I've managed to explain to everyone why my girlfriend is a spider."

Her eyes twinkled. "Is that not normal?" she muttered, knowing I would take the bait. "For humans to date spiders?" I took a deep breath, and with every amount of restraint I could muster said "No. It was one thing for them to accept I was gay. Some of them still haven't. This, though? I think Nana's going to have a fucking heart attack."

"Because I'm a spider or because you're dating a woman? Or is it because you're doing both? Or maybe it's because of the witch's curse? All three?" I chuckled, and motioned for her to slow down as I ran the curler through my hair. "Sometimes old people are just allergic to change." We had to leave in about fifteen minutes. I wanted to get there early so that I'd have some people there who'd seen Rachel before the main group did. Having to explain this to everyone singlehandedly was a tall order, after all, and I wanted help. Uncle Larry would probably get it. Uncle Mike, too, but not his wife. Cathy has arachnophobia, and George...

"Babe."

I turned my neck quickly toward her. "Huh? What's up?"

Rachel motioned for me to bend down. She crawled onto my back and hugged me with seven legs, saving one to stroke my hair with. "I can see it in your eyes. You're catastrophizing again. Arachnophizing? Whatever the word is, I don't fucking remember. You're worried and I can see it." I put a hand on her head and gave her a gentle pat, making sure not to hit her eyes. "I'm just worried I'll have to do all the talking. Our situation isn't... common. I'm worried they won't listen to you, or worse, they won't see you as a person and will try to hurt you somehow. Most people are afraid of spiders. There's no telling-"

I was interrupted by one of Rachel's legs being pressed into my lips in a shushing gesture. "Babe. It's okay. It's gonna be ok. If they give us shit, they can be idiots and we can go to dinner ourselves. I'm going because I wanna spend time with you! Who cares what they think?" My girlfriend leapt off my back and onto the floor again. The force was almost enough to make me drop my curling iron. "Watch it!" I half-laughed as I regained my balance. "We've gotta leave soon. You mind starting the car? It's a bit chilly."

As Rachel left the room to go start the car, I took a deep breath. My makeup was pretty much perfect, my hair was just about done, and my outfit would ordinarily be a show-stopper.

Despite all of that, the thing I wanted most in that very moment was to be in sweatpants watching Initial D with eight loving arms wrapped around me at once.

"Fuck expectations. We've got this." I said to my reflection, and turned toward the front door.

She’s been your best friend for years, she’s funny and intelligent, and has great legs and gorgeous eyes (and you’ve told her this too). She’s also a sapient spider the size of a mastiff and really can’t understand why that’s the sticking point to a relationship with her.

[fugazitn]

Shadow the Hedgehog

Hello all, I will say that I will stop cursing god cuz he/she/they fucking won. I've woken up the last 3 days with a 101 fever which is really bad for me specifically cuz my normal resting temp is 97 degrees (im cold blooded). So it is scary that you can be fine one day and then fighting for your life the next. I suppose since I never croaked I should be thankful for the chance to survive. I will not be, no fucking way I needed to wake up on Monday and be struggling to eat applesauce or even drink water. Meanwhile in my minds eye im like if i move faster than a centimeter a second im guaranteed to pass out and if i eat the wrong thing I knew it was coming back up. This is some terrible design, I plan on voting, I only want like 2 people to die (for good and valid reasons) and i never say bullshit like well my mother is gay or nothing I just take the bullet for when I fuck up in life so I expect boosted immune system or some shit when this is all over. Would I type up all of this just cuz im probably too sick to stream and want to talk to you all and think that I likely don't have the stamina to go back and forth within the discord? ..Yes but also I was already becoming slightly ill day by day and then I got a covid shot and a flu shot on saturday and to be Tian, that was the beginning of the end. I get it now. Naw I was mad illogical my whole sick episode. I was taking the style out of my hair because I just was having mad headaches due to the shit being mad heavy but I kept getting flashes of sakura cutting her hair with the Kunai. Being sick is some devilish work I tell ya. They even tried to put sakura against me like this gotta be what was happening in the old testament which had niggas tweaking trying to kill their own sons and was zapping bellies and making the pregnant. To experience some bullshit and to gain sympathy for those from a bygone era means that I am human. The really really really really funny part about all of this is that i finished my stream of shadow generations on sat and I didn't feel at 100% but i was at a cool 70% and like everyday after that I start at 25% and then slowly get to 60% by the end of the day. Shadow was created to help find a way to cure Maria how di he chaos control my sickness?? There's probably something deeper within this that can suggest being delulu is the solulu perhaps is a thing to look into. Ever since then i've been too sick to even ignore it therefore its impossible for me to get the delusional buffs. Dude like as I tried to work today, (I only was able to do a half day cuz naw), my body just decided to sweat like every 5 mins on a timer and it was so weird cuz it wasn't hot and it actively made my situation worse. I could feel the stamina leaving my body. The just Lock In Mantra was being combatted by involuntary actions coincided with imagery of crumbling self control. I have faith in my body when healthy but I am human like the rest of you. A faith easily tainted, a nightmare unharmoniously awoken from. I say all of this to say is that shadow is the most raw character ever to exist and if you get vaccines while sick it is extremely likely you will become and antivaxxer because I didn't think we made suffering like that no more to be completely honest. There's so many halloween things going on but im sick and I don't wanna spread it. I can't even take my cans up front I should probably be thinking about other things huh?

[moriihana]

we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || one: an extremely determined cat

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won't leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: nugget literally will not leave dabi alone, dabi calls him gay, you threaten to dump stolen soup on his head.

content: fluff, angst

word count: 1170 words

*previously known as "we can't fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)"; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they're just being overall menaces

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“Oi, little mouse.” Dabi’s voice roused you from your nap. “Your fuckin’ cat got into my apartment again.”

It’d been four months since Dabi moved into the apartment complex, and Nugget fucking loved the guy—his quirk was fire-based, and he constantly ran several degrees warmer than the normal human. The little fucker was always sneaking out of the apartment to sniff out Dabi and latch onto him like a leech.

“Listen man, I’ve tried to keep him in the apartment. He’s a damn escape artist. Y’know I tried barricading the fuckin’ door? He got around it! Don’t ask me how, I’ve no fuckin’ clue!” You groaned, sitting up. 

Dabi placed Nugget onto the floor, watching the little shit trot happily over to you. “Stick him in a cabinet or somethin’, I dunno.”

“I am not sticking my cat in a cabinet!”

“Is there a closet?”

“Are you calling my cat gay?”

“Could be. Never leaves me alone.” Dabi leaned against the doorframe, grinning lazily.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Insufferable, you are.”

“Yet you let me stay here,” he countered.

“I don’t think I could make you leave, my guy. You’re like… several times stronger than me. Probably.”

“Oh, I’m definitely stronger than you, little mouse.” With that and a wink, Dabi waved and walked off.

You grumbled to yourself, giving Nugget a couple pats on the head. “What am I going to do with you, hm?” You shook your head and smiled. “Clever little thing.” Nugget bumped his head up against them a couple times, then went and curled up next to Boo's side.

Two days later, Dabi showed up in your doorway again, holding Nugget out in front of him. His hair was wet from just getting out of the shower. You raised an eyebrow at him from your spot in the kitchen, looking between his bored expression and Nugget. “This is getting ridiculous. Your cat broke into my bathroom. You sure he ain't gay, little mouse? Cus he seems determined to see my—”

“Please don't say your dick. I really don't need that mental image in my head,” you cut him off, willing away the heat in your cheeks before Dabi noticed. Judging by the smirk that curled at his lips, he definitely noticed.

“You sure about that, little mouse?” He drawled, setting Nugget down and stepping closer to you. You laughed nervously, your face growing warmer.

“Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy.” Fuck. Definitely didn't mean to say that.

“Pretty boy, huh?” Dabi huffed out a laugh. He fixed his gaze on you. You shrugged a little helplessly. “You really are an odd one, little mouse.” He turned on his heel and headed out the doorway with a wave. “I'll see you around.”

Once you were certain Dabi was out of earshot, you groaned loudly. “Fuck. I really need to think before I speak.” You looked at Nugget and sighed, shaking your head. “Why can't you just stay in the apartment like Boo does? You're gonna be the death of me, Nug.” The little bastard just purred, wrapping himself around your leg a few times before going and curling up in a sunny spot.

You shook your head again, then turned and searched through your cabinets for some food. “...shit. Okay. I'm out of food. Guess I gotta go find some. Fuck.” You ground your teeth together and turned back to Boo and Nugget.

“Alright, you two. I have to go out. Nugget,” you pointed your finger at the circle of fur, “you better stay here. Boo, keep an eye on your brother. I don't think I can see Dabi again today without spontaneously combusting. Of all the people who had to find this place, it had to be a pretty boy with an attractive personality.” You ran a hand over your face and grabbed your cane and backpack, heading out the doorway. As soon as you were gone, Nugget got up from his spot on the floor and trotted right out. Boo did absolutely nothing to stop him. Oh well.

You came back a few hours past sunset to find Dabi sitting on your mattress with Nugget in his lap. He had his head tilted back, seeming to be asleep.

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Came by to hand him off and saw you weren't here, thought I'd stick around to make sure ya got back from wherever in one piece,” Dabi mumbled drowsily, patting Nugget's head once before dropping his hand back down.

You raised an eyebrow, walking to your kitchen and setting your backpack down. “Worried about me, pretty boy?” You asked teasingly as you began to retrieve the food you stole, deciding to keep the nickname for him. Dug my grave, might as well lie in it. 

Dabi cracked an eye open, watching you pull out a water bottle and take a drink from it. “Your company ain't half bad, doll. I'd hate to see your pretty face all banged up.” He snickered when you choked on your sip of water.

“Doll—?” You sputtered, thumping a fist against your chest. Dabi had the most shit-eating grin you had ever seen curling at his lips and pulling at his staples. 

“Yep.” His grin grew wider at your surprised expression, laughter rumbling out of his chest. You stared at him.

“You're also going to be the death of me. You and Nugget are going to put me in an early grave. Boo's the only one on my side here.”

“Awh, don’t be like that, little mouse,” Dabi said, closing his eyes again. “I wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to you.” He sounded like he was falling asleep. 

You chose to ignore that last part, instead focusing on the fact that he was falling asleep on your mattress. “Hey, don’t go falling asleep on my bed! I have to sleep there!” 

The man faked a loud, obnoxious snore. 

“Dabi!” You abandoned your task of putting away the stolen food, glaring at him. You narrowed your eyes when he didn’t respond. “Pretty boy, if you don’t move off my mattress, I will dump canned soup on your head.”

“Harsh, doll.” Dabi relocated Nugget from his lap, grinning at your scowl. “Lucky for you, I don’t want soup in my hair.” He got up and stretched his arms above his head. You made a point to ignore the fact his shirt rode up and showed some of his stomach.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes, then eyed the canned soup. “You got food in your apartment? I’ve got enough to last a couple of days, and you look awfully bony, pretty boy.”

Dabi seemed to hesitate, before nodding and swiping two cans off the counter. “I guess the least you can do after your cat keeps tormenting me is give me some shitty canned soup.”

“Nugget does not torment you,” you laughed. “Now go, before I take my shitty canned soup back.” 

“You would never,” Dabi shot back, heading out the door. “Later, little mouse.”

[nanowired-lover]

1. Are you named after anyone? Nah, except Pink, bc you can think of the character Pink from The Wall, but actually it's just the color. Tho my deadname is based on a girl my dad admired as a kid.

2. When was the last time you cried? Uuuuh last week too but I was on the verge of tears today

3. Do you have kids? No, and not planning to. But if we ever get the idea, it's gonna be adoption.

4. What sports do you play/have played? I think I did a bit of dance as a kid, and 2 years of Viet Vo Dao as a kid too. Then I did fencing ? But the classes were quickly shitty.

5. Do you use sarcasm? A bit ? But not much bc I can't set my tone right lmao

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone? Weirdly, their smile ! I have a bit of face blindness I think, so I have a hard time recognizing ppl until they smile somehow. Oh and social bias too now 😬

7. Eye color? Weezer Blue 🔵👄🔵 (kidding a bit darker tho)

8. Scary movies or happy endings? My chicken ass is easily scared lmfao. I love the horrific aesthetic tho but horror medias are complicated for me too handle im so saaaad 😭😭 So I'll say happy ending even tho I don't care, I just need it to be well-written

9. Any talents? Like prev, talent is a (very probably capitalist) social construct, it's practice and studying.

10. Where were you born? PARIS 75 QUARTIER DE BOURGEOIS !!! So yeah France moment

11. Hobbies? God. Huh. I draw ? I create shit, I DIY everything that I can. I play video games and I dance for myself. Oh and I'm gay for my gf and my friends. And I'm normal about things that I like.

12. Any pets? No, but I want a bird 😭 and I'm stealing my gf's cat mentally.

13. Height? 152 cm and i WILL convert it to feet bc it's so funny to me that i'm exactly 5ft. Also I'm 10cm taller on my ID bc when I was filling up the paper for it, my dad said jokingly "come on make urself taller" and I did and it W O R K E D

14. Favorite school subject? In high school, Spanish was the BEST for me. Then now Technology ! Mostly bc in graphic design, it's about color theory and how PCs work, and the teacher is the coolest

15. Dream job? Honestly idk, like my dad said, my dream job is no job. But if I gotta do something, it's graphic designer/communication manager in the alternative music industry. Bro I'd DIE of joy if I get to make weird shit

Sorry I talk way too much in those things lmfao

@glitterparpaing @owencharly and again anyone too, im just too tired to tag ppl

Tagged by my dearest @zapatism

1. Are you named after anyone? - Queen Guinevere from King Arthur, played by Lena Headey in Merlin (1998), my mom was a big fan.

2. When was the last time you cried? - Tuesday, had a panic attack

3. Do you have kids? - no, but if I survive till I'm 30 and I'm financially stable enough, I might adopt one

4. What sports do you play/have you played? - I was training karate until recently, never really got far in the belt colours, I played football, volley and basketball in school against other classes sometimes, never really been my thing to be athletic tho

5. Do you use sarcasm? - yes but I don't understand it.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? - their clothes.

7. Eye color? - brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? - both

9. Any talents? - I don't believe in talent only hard work (read this with the voice of a old grumpy man)

10. Where were you born? - Brazil

11. Hobbies? - Idk anymore, I've lost all joy in life since I became an adult, reading perhaps?

12. Any pets? - so... so many cats...

13. Height? -5'7" / 1,69m

14. Favorite school subject? - History

15. Dream job? - I would say I don't dream of labour, but I do want to be a writer since I was a little kid so...

I tag @splinksplat @hholandies @braziliancryptid @gravedangerahead @do-not-answer @fangirlsovertoomanythings

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Thoughts on Batman Arkham Origins

Main Story

Opening is nice

Black Mask before Jason? That's interesting

Killer Croc helping Black Mask was a surprise

I don't think Roman threatening Waylon is good idea

It feels like Roman's normal voice is higher and he tries to make it deeper when intimidating people

Well at least Batman didn't let Croc die

I'm going to add some new characters

Also Bane wasn't originally in Gotham?

Of course, it was Nigma behind the towers, it's funny that Batman guessed his name

Can Batman stop choking people?

Gotta admit Electrocutioner has a style.

Aight nevermind that was hilariously lame lmao

Tracey is kinda cute

Yo Candy 👀

Falcone wanting his son back is somehow heartwarming

Hi Slade, didn't see you since Teen Titans

His fight actually looks interesting, the wacking is kinda funny

Love how confused he is by Batman

Penguin is a sleaz in this version

Anarky is like "We live in society"; nice voice though

No one's believes Roman is dead but its a nice mystery;

Ooh, first time he heard of the Joker

I find it cool that Anarky was impressed Batman saved those places; didn't expect him to be called a kid, how old is he?

The thing is, he is right in what he is saying, but it's the way he wants to solve these problems it the issue

Him wanting Batman to mentor him my heart! Baby, no, please just learn from your mistakes

Batman was right to beat these cops

Hey Barbara! Interestingly, Jim didn't like Batman at the beginning

When it was said there was piece of white clothing I knew it was Roman

Ok didn't expect the guy to force a Roman hand in killing his girlfriend, that was evil

The way that Joker is once again the main villain should be annoying, especially with the premise they set up, but I think they did it in a good way; it's honesty cool since it's the first time Batman had heard of him

The Mad Hatters bunnies 💀

The fucking sir bit lol, I would love to annoy him; his reason for controlling people is very interesting

Of course he fucking choked him

Wonderland looks cool

"Drained a bit of that willpower of yours" He just went through a fucking door, calm down

He really traumatized her huh?

The girl is laughing, definitely Joker gas

Wait, that's Joker in costume?! Holy shit he is amazing voice acting

And he just beat the shit out of the Roman!

(Since it was Joker from the beginning I can't use it for characterization? )

Is Shiva with Al Ghoul?

Of course Roman has heart problems because of his anger lol

He looks kinda nice tied up

FOR FUCK SAKE BRUCE STOP BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF LYING MAN

Copperhead scared the shit out of me

Ok that was torture, Batman wanted to torture a guy. BTAS would be so angry at his other self

Wait, is her venom is like a fear toxin?

Alfred's speech was sad.

The guilt goes hard in this

The problem with Deadshot is apparently dude is an imposter? I don't know how to characterize him.

Never mind, he wasn't in the game long enough.

Joker still doing BM impression is hot

Electrocutioner just playing a video game, dude really is asking to die

The guy who voices Joker does an excellent job, why were people complaining about him?

Yep expected it

Firefly looks cool

Bane is badass

Batman was allowed to beat Jokers ass

The Bane pose is seriously iconic

Of course Joker laughs when falling to death

Joker not understanding why Batman saved is very nice

Joker to Blackgate? That's gonna be interesting

Wait it's Harley?! But they meet in Arkham

The imagination is seriously weird but fits

Joker saying Batman changed his life is… interesting

Oh, his Red Hood backstory

Oh it's pretty gay not gonna lie

Wait, she thought he was talking about her while he was talking about Batman lmao

Alfred is trying to be a good father, fuck off Bruce

The Nigmas passwords are amazing

The cop just going 'Yup' kills me

Bane knowing who Batman is a nice twist

I get why Gordon doesn't trust Batman but he is helping with bombs, come on man

Aww they started to like each other

Alfred use the shotgun

I know he won't die because he is in other games but it's sad seeing Bruce actually be desperate

Looks like gloves were a good idea

"Don't drink and drive, you'll kill someone " "Yeah yeah what are you in for?" "Manslaughter " that got a chuckle out of me

He already has Harley around his finger, don't like how they changed how they met but at least her voice isn't so annoying

Why the fuck does Joker wants to die so badly?

"Maybe you shouldn't move?" Shoots them; Good job Jim!

Gordon is a good man

And that's how he earned respect from Jim, good job Bat; also it's nice for him to ask for help where the fuck did go in the future?

I love how Gordon just fucking hits sniper with a bat

It's fun; although Barbara should have looked up to her dad and just have Bat as inspiration for her suit but eh

Are they teasing Suicide Squad?

Initiation DLC

It's nice seeing what League was like and what they teached but it just fighting, boring.

Cold, Cold Heart

Now THIS, this is what I'm talking about

Love the opening, the speech was so fake

Didn't expected Penguin to mix

The fact that Bruce actually has respect for Ferris will make learning the truth pretty fun

The new suit looks goofy

Lmao the callback to future roof dropping with the Diller

The realization in Bat voice when he finds out what happened, perfect

Why did Freeze freeze Nora in her dress? She looks beautiful but it doesn't seem practical

She looks beautiful

Overall

Enjoyed it, might actually be my favorite game (and since I know few plot points from Knight it might stay that way).

[ask-teamplayer]

Other than Ronin who already answered this, what’s everyone’s favorite subject?

FATE: You're looking at mostly ELA kids, here. Me, Enzo, Seth, Cora, Vera- I think I can speak for all of those assholes, but yeah. We were always the best in English. Though Cora also really likes history. You can probably tell.

SETH: i mean im not really all that interested in anything!! i like cooking and playing keyboard, i get options for stuff like that in the future but right now its just,,, eh?

SETH: but if it were anything i guess it would be english! i dont get the kids who hate reading books to be honest, i actually like reading classics! gotta broaden my mind :B

ENZO: pretty on the mark yeah but i used to prefer gym for a while cause like physical dude

ENZO: but i dont think my actual swordfighting skills account for anything when im playing volleyball with annoying mean girls who keep giggling instead of playing the game

ENZO: or when i get hit in the face with a rubber ball which has actually happened a LOT

ENZO: to be honest i think im the only kid that hasnt died during the mile except nahla cause former track kid

SETH: I HATE THE MILE.

FATE: Can't imagine how the mile would be with people with boobs. I am so sorry. I'm lucky I didn't evolve.

FATE: It is horrible though. It should be considered actual torture - dammit, I know excessive amounts of cardio isn't actually healthy for kids who don't do it all the time! I don't want to break my muscles.

FATE: I'm not looking forward to gym next semester.

LILY: i loooove biology! math and ela, too, but bio is my favorite

LILY: or general science! i love taking care of plants, i actually have like fourty at home! they all have names!

LILY: like why do you think i evolved into a leafeon? honestly i think growing plants in third grade awoke something in me.

LILY: its really fun, but i do have trouble focusing on stuff sometimes. im kinda daydreamy hehe. i really need to get my grades up :( maybe ill see if i can join one of vera and fates study sessions. working next to other people i actually like and commentating in a funny way helps me do it faster.

FATE: You're always welcome. I wouldn't invite someone like Darin or Nahla, but I know you're actually smart and like working and aren't going to piss me off.

DARIN: i hate school :(((

DARIN: i dont like anything :((

DARIN: maybe i should get into sports thatd get me into college no problem itd be so much fuckin easier than this

CORA: You do have it in you, Darin. I believe there's untapped potential in academics.

CORA: I've seen the way you talk about anime and shows you like. There's an actual brain up there, as much as you work to prove otherwise. I'm very proud.

DARIN: AY WHAT THE FUCK CHIEF

NAHLA: WOOOOW, You're allll nerds, huh?

NAHLA: Yeah, I'm in the camp with the traitor, sorry! I don't really like anything, but gym's cool! I like track and stuff, and I do like hitting annoying girls in the face with balls! Coolkid's just a coward and cant bring himself to hurt anyone. Pffft.

NAHLA: No worry! I'll do all the hitting for you guys. Someone has to!

CORA: Oh, Nahla, baby dear, may you hit Wade first? He's been getting on my nerves in second period lately...

NAHLA: Anything for you, honey sugar sweetie baby crystal dreamy dear! <3

NAHLA: Regardless of our totally real romance I just need an excuse to punch him anyway. Or throw balls at him in general.

ENZO: BALLS you say

RONIN: okay posts over before enzo makes another dick joke and cora and nahla start gay fucking on the table. im a little oversensitive right now, fate screaming is just going to make me kill someone. maybe in like an hour guys, wrap it up.

VERA: I also take a lot of art classes

VERA: I would like to get better at traditional because I would like have to have less reliance on stabilizer use

VERA: And doing things like ceramics is fun

RONIN: see? when i need someone to be normal on a stupidly derailed ask, i ALWAYS know youve got me.

RONIN: thanks, v.

VERA: The sentiment is appreciated but when have I not "got you" in your words

RONIN: never, v. never.

[magickastiel]

day one of @tootiredmotel's 500 follower celebration!

✨ prompt one: blue | tattoo | "I can't believe you" ✨

_

Dean can’t stop looking at it.

Even as Castiel Novak talks in a dry, amused tone about the time Sam broke the printer and got in an argument with everyone in IT Support. Even as Sam retaliates by regaling them with the story of Castiel rudely spitting out black pudding entirely on reflex when breakfasting with British clients. Even as Bobby pours them all drinks and settles them in the living room.

Castiel Novak has a tattoo.

It’s not an earth-shattering revelation by any means, but every time Dean tries to focus on something else, his eyes are drawn back to Novak’s ankle. He’s wearing loafers with no socks on (usually douchey, Dean thinks, but he pulls it off annoyingly well) so he’s got a good view.

It’s a sprig of lavender, elegantly designed with flowing lines and just a hint of colour.

It’s a nice, pleasing design to look at.

But Dean’s damaged mind is wailing a warning alarm that shakes his eardrums. It’s too soft, too feminine, too...obvious.

Castiel Novak is gay.

Sam knows that, Bobby knows that. Dean definitely knows that.

So, a small tattoo of a flower really isn’t breaking any boundaries here.

Dean shakes himself and drags himself back to the conversation. He even manages to laugh along while Bobby tells them about his and Rufus’ latest escapade and chips in a comment or two. Castiel seems to relax into the couch and shifts, crossing one leg over the other. Dean doesn’t look.

He’s doing fine until Sam speaks. Because of course he does.

“Dude, didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Oh.” Castiel looks down at his ankle like he’s never seen it before. “Yes. It’s...lavender.” He laughs and sets both feet back on the floor. “Obviously.”

Sam keeps talking because apparently Dean’s didn’t raise him to mind his own business. “Did you get it because it’s a queer symbol?”

Dean chokes on his whiskey and his throat burns almost as hot as his face. “I-is it?!”

“It is actually.” Those blue eyes focus on him for the second time since he came through the door and he feels pinned in the chair. “You...didn’t know that?”

“No! Why would I know that?” Dean answers far too quickly.

There’s a pause. Bobby drinks from his own glass a little too loudly. Sam’s eyes dart between them with far too many questions on the tip of his tongue.

Dean’s face burns hotter than his throat. “So, that’s why you got lavender then? ‘Cuz it’s gay?”

Sam huffs. Bobby sighs.

Castiel Novak just looks amused again. It’s an irritatingly good look on him.

“No, that was just a perfect coincidence.”

He takes another sip of his whiskey before delivering the killer blow.

“I chose lavender because the first boy I ever kissed once gave me a bunch of wild lavender.” He smiles and Dean feels like someone paused his lungs. “It didn’t work out, of course – just a fling. But it was a very life affirming time. I wanted something to remind me of that whenever I felt like it wasn’t worth fighting to be myself.”

“Huh, cool.” Sam says and Bobby shrugs like it’s incredibly normal to have a gay guy sat on his couch in a thousand dollar suit with a girly tattoo on his ankle.

Sam drains his glass, stretches and stands. “I think we better head off. Gotta look over the papers before the meeting in the morning.”

“Yes, of course.” Castiel finishes his whiskey and sets the glass carefully on the table.

“You sure you won’t stay here?” Bobby asks Sam but is still polite enough to glance at Castiel to make him feel included. “Wouldn’t be any trouble to make the space - ”

“Nah, it’s ok.” Sam claps him on the shoulder. “The firm booked us two suites for as long as we need.”

“And my family are notoriously difficult to get money out of, so we should make the most of it.” Castiel smiles and shakes Bobby’s hand. “Thank you for your hospitality. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a better chilli.”

Bobby puffs up with pride. “Anytime. So long as you’re doing good by Sam, you’re alright with me. And good to meet an old friend of Dean’s.”

“Yes.” He turns and Dean’s engulfed in blue again. “It’s good to see you again, Dean. Perhaps we’ll be seeing a bit more of each other while I’m here.”

It’s a perfectly innocent thing to say. No one bats an eyelid at it. Dean sweats under his flannel.

He reaches out to shake Castiel’s hand and is taken back fifteen years.

He remembers the sharp chill in the dusk air, he remembers the annoying pimple on his chin, he remembers his hand quivering around slender green stems. He remembers the heady scent in the air as he passed a bunch of wild lavender to a blushing seventeen year old Castiel Novak.

“Y-yeah.” Words stick in his throat, like they always do. “Yeah, maybe.”

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all of these are from the same story but hopefully they make sense alone too 💖

read the other parts: one | two | three |

[pjisskullourful]

GAY ENOUGH WINS!

complete first scene here ya go:

He was grinning as he turned to you. "Dumb blonde."

"Huh?"

"Dumb blonde." He said the words slower.

"Yeah, I heard you, but I'm gonna need more information. Are you just saying random words, or is this an idea for a song, are you saying this on purpose? I get that you're trying to communicate with me, but what you're trying to communicate is a mystery to me." You asked.

"That boy in there, we have got to turn him into a dumb blonde."

"You're right, he's looking too wise right now. But how do you propose we do that?" You asked.

"Fuck him absolutely senseless. We sex his damn brains out, give him everything we've got until there is literally nothing left in his brain." He said. "We'll make him the dumbest blonde that the world has ever known."

"A braindead blonde." You added.

He had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, so you're in?"

"Well I want to, obviously. Give me any excuse to jump his bones." You said. "But we were gonna go to that after party with the others, what about that?"

He curled some strands of your hair behind your ear. "I think we would have more fun here. You can tell me if you think I'm wrong."

You licked your lips. "The dress that I bought to wear is actually super uncomfortable."

"Do you know what would be more comfortable than that? Wearing absolutely nothing." He said.

"You're so right."

"This is good, I can plan out things that I wanna do to him and that can keep me from thinking about how nervous I am." He said.

You put your hands on his bare arms, holding his biceps. "You're nervous, how come? You know you can do this, you did this last year and it went perfectly, you were amazing, just like you're gonna be tonight, baby."

"Thank you." He said, his smile wasn't entirely convincing.

"What are you nervous about?" You asked.

"The whole thing. Yeah, we did it last year, but it's not like the people who are gonna be in that room are any less important than they were last year." He said.

"But you're important too. You know how to perform this song. The second that you're on that stage, it's gonna be yours." You said. "I'm not worried for you guys, at all."

"You don't wanna be nervous with me?" He asked.

"Nope." You said simply. "And no matter what happens- you're gonna come back here and we're gonna fuck our boyfriend's brains out. No matter how nervous or stressed you are, that's how your night is ending, guaranteed. So distract yourself with your dirty whore thoughts.

"We're not telling him anything about this, right?"

"No, no, this has gotta be a surprise." He said.

"Secret." You grinned and you mimed zipping your lips shut.

Once back inside the hotel room, you were called over by Ethan. You had to make sure your smile didn't give you away, trying to act normal as you crossed the floor.

"Yes, bubba?" You asked.

"I can't remember, what was the name of that place where we had the really great food last night, the French place?" He asked. "She's trying to set up a date but she doesn't know where to take her."

"Oh…" You went into this conversation with the makeup artist, knowing that you have time later to come back to your depraved plans for Ethan. You laid your hand on his shoulder, just taking part in the smalltalk.

hi, i’m in love with your damianoxreaderxethan series😍 since the VMAs I can’t stop thinking about that moment on the pink carpet where Ethan looked at Damiano’s chest then turned and Damiano looked at Ethan. Imagine, like, the thoughts that would be running in reader’s mind just looking at that video sitting on the couch and then, like, touching herself and sending a video to them. I mean, just a thought maybe not even a real request but…I honestly can’t stop thinking about it.

psst lemme tell you a lil secret: im in love with it too!

i really really like this idea. infact i like it somuch that i have compiled a lot of notes & some paragraphs of the opening. i love the throuple somuch that i take any excuse to write about them so i could easily dive into this& dedicate my spare time to it

however, that would possibly slow down this months chapter of stained sheets, so yall gotta let me know which you'd rather read first, some throuple smut or chapter 24 of stained sheets

‼️also also ALSO if yall have any ideas of positions you want the throuple to do, let me know! cos i havent quite decided that part yet so give me some smutty inspo‼️

anyways, heres my lil beginning

"Do blondes have more fun?" You asked of Ethan, getting him alone as the makeup artist walked away to set up more things on the countertop.

Before he could answer, Damiano had come over, standing next to you. "No, blondes have more cum."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Charming."

The two of them were getting ready for the Video Music Awards, Måneskin's second year of attending and performing. It had been decided that Ethan would wear a long blonde wig, along with Damiano's freshly bleached hair, they were all going to be blonde for the night.

There was still time before they had to leave the hotel. You wouldn't be accompanying them to the awards show, once their makeup was done and they were fully styled, you would be spending the night with the other members of their travelling team. But there was still fun to be had in this lead up to the event. You had watched the VMAs with them many times, now you were going to be seeing them at the VMAs. It wasn't just an average day at work for them, this was one of the things you had dreamt of with them and there was excitement in the air of your hotel suite.

For now the nerves weren't getting to them too much. All they had to do was stay still and have makeup applied, no more rushing to rehearsals or sound checks, they could slow down, there was time to breathe. There was time for Ethan to really look in the mirror and decide how he liked this different hair colour. The wig was pinned down securely and the lace was glued to his forehead.

"I've been a blonde longer than you, so I'm the authority here." Damiano said.

You hadn't been able to take your eyes off of Ethan yet. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." He said, his fingers playing through the light strands. "I really think I'm pulling it off."

"You definitely are. But it's pretty hard to find something you look bad wearing." Damiano said.

"I don't know what it is about it, but it's bringing out this kind of androgynous quality. It's always there, it's just in you." You said. "But with this wig on, it's all I can see. You're giving me more genderfuck than usual and it's quite stunning."

Sassily, Ethan flipped the hair back from one shoulder. "Oh, so I'm stunning now? I'm bringing stunning to the VMAs, well somebody has to."

"Yas baby, feel your oats." Damiano encouraged.

You were interrupted by the makeup artist requesting Ethan at the other side of the room. Before leaving the two of you behind, he tossed the long blonde hair in your direction, getting both of you to laugh. He sat down in the chair and the artist was quite quickly applying products to his face.

Before you could decide what you were going to do next, Damiano had grabbed your elbow. He made a gesture for you to head even further away from Ethan, over to the doors that led to the balcony. You walked with him, he slid the doors open and you followed him outside. He didn't start talking until the doors were securely shut again, any conversation from inside blocked out.

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[rolandtowen]

three times Zuko comes into the Jasmine Dragon coffee shop, and one time Sokka leaves with him. Set in the Neurodiverse Zukka AU, but can read as a standalone.

*banging pots and pans together* "Come over here and get yall Neurodiverse Zukka!"

Read it on Ao3 or under the cut!

TW: discussions of skin picking and implied child abuse

i.

When Sokka pulls into the parking lot of the Jasmine Dragon, he is unsurprisingly the first car there. Being a freshman in town means getting the worst pick of shifts at local businesses. Sokka was hired on to work the opening shift, which means he wakes up at the ungodly hour of 5am to open the shop before the first round of sleep-deprived college students comes in. The pay isn't bad, Mr. Iroh is an incredibly fair man,

The bell on the door jingles on his way in, and he flips several light switches on, watching as the coffee shop slowly comes to life. He busies himself with getting the beans for the day grinding, pulling his first shot and dialing in the expresso. When he takes a sip, the espresso is spot on for the day, which is a relief. Having to make adjustments as customers start filing in is a nightmare.

Today's brew is floral and citrusy, so he decides to make himself and iced lavender latte - with oat milk, of course, because he's gotta do it for the gays - and he spends the next 20 minutes setting out pastries and fiddling with the display cases, making everything look perfect.

At 6am sharp, Sokka unlocks the front door and flips their sign to open, before retreating behind the bar to nurse his latte. Not even five minutes later, the door bell jingles, and Sokka sees a flash of dark hair, face obscured by a pile of textbooks and binders. The figure runs into one table, and then another, and Sokka is rushing out from behind the counter. He gets there just before textbooks go toppling everywhere, his hands taking a firm hold of the top bundle. As he pulls the books into his arms, he sees the face behind them.

Breathtaking golden eyes.

And.. a massive burn scar.

"Hi!" Sokka says, "I'm the barista on shift today - my name's Sokka." He would reach his hand for the other man to shake, but for the stack of textbooks in them.

Golden Eyes smiles.

"I'm Zuko, Zuko Sozin," he says, setting his remaining textbooks on the table by his side. Sokka follows suit.

"Hey, I think I've seen you before - are you taking Piandao's Intro to Biology class?"

"Uh, yeah - yeah! You sit a few rows in front of me." Zuko laughs. "Your doodles are uh, something alright."

Sokka knocks him good-naturedly on the shoulder. "I gotta keep my hands busy for my brain to focus." He looks down at the stack of books on the table. "What on earth are you studying, to have that many books?"

"Uh, Biology and Chemistry double-major, Pre-Med track." Sokka's eyes widen. "It's really not that much! I got a bunch of stuff out of the way with AP credits."

Sokka raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, it is a lot - but I'm really passionate about it. I want to be a doctor."

"Well, Dr. Sozin, what can I get started for you today?"

"Can I get a iced matcha, with a lot of honey?"

Sokka raises his other eyebrow. "A doctor with a sweet tooth?"

"Kind of?"

"Don't worry, I won't rat you out to your dentist. An iced matcha with extra honey?" Zuko nods and Sokka smiles. "You got it, doc."

ii.

Sokka falls into a routine at the Jasmine Dragon. He opens the shop every morning, and every morning of the fall semester so far, Zuko Sozin comes in at precisely 6:05am. Zuko will order an iced matcha with honey, and sits at a table by the window with his laptop and at least two textbooks open at all times. Then, at 11:50am - Sokka guess he has a class that starts at noon - Zuko leaves the shop, always making sure to throw his spare change into Sokka's tip jar.

He's so beautiful.

On a slow day, Sokka comes out from behind the safety of the counter and works up the courage to ask Zuko if he can study with him. Zuko looks shocked at first, but his lips quirk up in a smile as he gestures for Sokka to sit in the chair across from him, moving his textbooks to make room for Sokka's one book and laptop.

"What are you studying, Sokka?" Zuko appears to be genuinely interested.

"Oh, uh, social work, with a concentration in mental health." Sokka waits for Zuko to laugh at him. It never comes. He looks up at him over their laptops.

"That's really cool."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! I mean, some pre-med majors can be really pretentious, really dismissive of mental illness, but um - not me. I don't really have that luxury." Zuko laughs, as though at a joke with himself. "What's the Intro to Biology for, then?"

"Not all of us got our common core out of the way with AP credits, like some nerd I know." Zuko smiles at that, and looks back down at his laptop screen.

Sokka pulls his keys from his pocket and starts fidgeting with the stim toy he keeps on his keychain as he reads through his latest assignment for his Mental Illness and Society class. He bought it on Etsy, relieved to find a neurodivergent-owned shop after scrolling through a lot of stores that just seemed to be hopping on the 'trend' of selling fidget toys. He flips to the next page in his textbook, popping the buttons back and forth in a steady rhythm. He remembers Zuko's sitting across from him and stops abruptly.

"Is this annoying? Do you want me to stop?"

Zuko just cocks his head. "Why would I get a say in what you do? It's kind of your shop, right?"

"Um, to be polite?" Sokka laughs. "And you would be surprised how many customers I get who think they get to tell me what to do." His eyes settle on the half drunk latte in front of him. "It's not really my shop either, I just work the early morning shifts so Mr. Iroh can sleep in. If you ever get to stay past noon sometime, you'll see him come in. You can't miss him, short guy, talks in riddles. He's older, a war vet I think - I just get that impression from some of the stories he tells me. But anyway, did you want me to stop fidgeting?" Sokka looks back up to meet those golden eyes.

Zuko glitches for a second. "Oh! No, no, go for it - if it helps you to study, I'm all for it."

Sokka smiles, and looking at the way Zuko keeps picking at his cuticles gives him an idea. He digs into his backpack and pulls out another stim toy, an acupressure ring. ""Do you want to try this instead of maiming your hands?"

Zuko hesitantly holds out a hand and Sokka drops it into his palm. "You don't have to."

Sokka scoffs. "I know I don't have to - I want to. Come on, I wear it on my thumb sometimes -" and suddenly he's taking Zuko's hands into his and getting very close to Zuko's face. Zuko can smell espresso on his clothes and Sokka's hands are so warm against his. Calloused, sure, but warm. He holds Zuko's right hand gently, pressing the spiky ring onto his thumb. "And you can rub it back and forth with your pointer finger and it gives you that kind of prickly sensation that you get from skin picking, just without the skin picking." Sokka pulls his hands away and Zuko immediately misses them. "Give it a shot, tell me what you think."

Zuko tentatively rolls the ring over his thumb. Huh. The cute barista's right, the acupressure gives him that same prickly, scratchy feeling that picking at his nails and cuticles does. "Wow," he says, "I think you've converted me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then keep it, I've got a thousand more where that came from, ADHD perks."

Zuko instinctively opens his mouth to protest but the words die in his throat.

"You, you have ADHD?" He stops rolling the ring across his thumb.

"Yup." Sokka's lips popped on the 'p', and he turned to the next page in his textbook. "And I'm pretty sure you've got some spicy stuff happening your brain, too. But you don't have to tell me."

"How are you so open about it?"

Sokka's hand stills around the fidget. "My parents never treated me like I was deficient in any way - my brain just works differently, which means I have trouble with some 'normal' stuff. But I also strengths in areas that others don't have naturally. Accommodations aren't anything to be ashamed of."

"Sounds nice." All of the levity drops out of Zuko's voice.

Sokka levels a look at Zuko. He lets his eyes flit to the right side of Zuko's face and the scar there. He's seen it so many times, and the burns look so concentrated, almost... intentional. His stomach churns at the thought. The scar's old... and Zuko's at college now, he has to be safe - he has to be.

"Like I said, you don't have to tell me." Sokka's hand starts to fidget with the buttons again. "But I have it on good authority that I am a good listener."

"I'll... I'll keep that in mind." Zuko looks down at his hands, fingers rolling the ring back and forth against his thumb. "Thank you."

"Anytime, doc."

iii.

Somehow, fumbling through their collective social awkwardness, they manage to swap numbers.

At the end of the fall semester, Sokka texts Zuko for the first time.

S: hey, im gonna be a few minutes later. don't worry, im still coming.

Z: okay. thank you.

When Sokka finally pulls into the parking lot fifteen minutes late, he sees Zuko waiting outside the door, sitting on a bench, head buried in one of his chemistry textbooks.

"Hey," he puts his keys in the door. "You can just come in while I open, it won't take too long."

Zuko follows him inside, and he closes the door against the chill.

"You didn't have to text me," Zuko says, like it's a question.

"I wanted to," Sokka starts flipping on light switches. "I know you've got your routine, and I didn't want to stress you out when it got messed up."

"Why would that matter to you?"

"Um, I don't want you to be stressed? I kind of care about you."

"You... you care about me?" Zuko stands in the middle of the coffee shop, unmoving.

Sokka smiles. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Why?"

"I think we could be friends?"

"Oh." Zuko's face falls for a second - what Sokka has come to understand is his 'processing' face - and he looks back up a second later. "I think we could be friends too."

"Friendship with a barista has great perks, you know." Sokka laughs as he starts up the grinder. "Although the perks of a social worker friend aren't too bad either."

"How's that going? With your first semester ending?" Zuko sits on a stool at the bar and watches Sokka putter around behind it.

"Well, I'm going to pass Intro to Biology, not for lack of trying on Piandao's part - I swear he's trying to weed out all the humanities kids. It isn't even a weed out course!" He polishes an espresso glass furiously. "How are you doing?"

Zuko chokes. "Oh, I'm - I'm fine, you know it's a hard class and all -"

"You're getting an A, aren't you?" Sokka squints at him from behind a bag of coffee beans. "Curve breaker," he scoffs.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I'm, what did you call it? A 'burnt-out gifted kid with people pleasing tendencies'." Zuko crosses his arms and huffs at the memory of that conversation. Sokka had read him like a picture book. And it was not fair for one person to be that good at emotions.

"You are correct, I did indeed call you that." Sokka pulls the first shot of the morning. "And it looks like I was right."

"You know what you said the other week, about being a good listener?"

"Sure do," Sokka takes a sip of the espresso, swishing it around in his mouth before spitting it out. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, if we're going to be... friends, I just think you'd want to know that - I'm autistic." Zuko stares at Sokka searching his face for any cues about what the next words out of his mouth will be, waiting for the facade of friendship to drop. He furiously rolls the acupressure ring up and down his thumb.

"Okay, that's great!"

"...what."

Zuko's hands freeze and he squeezes the ring against his skin, feeling the pressure increase.

"That's great, I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me that. I kind of guessed your parents weren't as accommodating as mine?"

Zuko laughs something sour. "No, no they were not." He looks up in surprise as Sokka puts an iced matcha, extra honey, in front of him. "You're right though, I do feel safe here. I feel safe with you." Zuko looks down at the acupressure ring on his thumb, softening his grip. "You could have totally ignored me, but you didn't. Or you could've been mean about my quirks - but you weren't. Why?"

"Well, for starters, you tip well." Sokka smiles and leans across the counter, bracketing Zuko's elbows in with his own. "But you're also a really great guy - you're passionate, you want to make people's lives better, and you're also like, really beautiful."

Zuko feels his cheeks flush. "You really think that?" His fingers still against the fidget again, but he doesn't feel the need to press it into his skin. He's captivated by Sokka's words. Surely, Sokka couldn't actually mean -

"Oh, yeah. Every bit." Sokka brushes his hand against one of Zuko's, the one with the fidget ring. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yes, please, yes." After weeks, Sokka's hand is back in his, and Zuko thinks he's going to implode. "Can, can you hold both of my hands? With both of your hands?"

"Of course," Sokka's positively beaming, grabbing Zuko's hands and running his thumbs across his knuckles. "Now you're absolutely allowed to say no to my next question, and there are no hard feelings."

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Fuck yes."

The iced matcha is forgotten.

+ i

Sokka's feet hurt like hell. Mr. Iroh had called in him to work a double on Friday, and since he doesn't have any classes on Fridays, he foolishly agreed.

It won't seem so foolish once you see the paycheck, he reminds himself. He and Zuko have a deal. Zuko pays for his medical school with his job shelving books at the University library, and Sokka pays for their tiny apartment by caffeinating all of the other broke college kids in town. By some miracle, they seem to be able to make it work. Zuko graduated into the medical college a year early, which helps with tuition costs, and of course his brilliant boyfriend got all kinds of scholarships.

Sokka is indescribably proud of him.

The door bell jangles just as Sokka is wiping the crumbs off the last cafe table. "Hey, we're starting to close up for the night, so it'd better be a to-go order," he calls over his shoulder.

"Even for me?"

"Zuko!" Sokka drops his cloth immediately and spins around, pulling Zuko into a hug. Zuko taps the small of his back when he's ready to let go, and Sokka lets him go, beaming. "You came to visit me at work?"

"More like I picked up your favorite soup dumplings from Haru's across the street and thought we could walk home together?" Zuko shrugs, gesturing to the brown paper bag in his arms. "How's that sound to you?"

"Baby, that's just what I needed today." Sokka picks up his cleaning supplies. "Okay, I just need to put all of this away and then we can lock up and go home, how's that?"

"Great," Zuko smiles at him. "I may have also picked up some more Doctor Who DVDs from the library," he smirks.

"Oh, you trickster!" Sokka yells from the kitchen, before appearing again. "You used my one weakness, pork soup dumplings, against me in order to get your nerdy way."

"Oh, big talk coming from the guy who watches astronomy documentaries for fun," Zuko laughs as Sokka leads him out of the shop, switching off the lights and locking the door behind him. "If it were up to you, we'd be watching Cosmos all weekend, and I can only take so much of Neil deGrasse Tyson explaining the peculiarities of the moon."

"Hey, the moon is cool!"

"You are correct, the moon is very cool. It's freezing, because it's a rock. In space. With no atmosphere. Or life." Zuko deadpans, earning a light punch on the shoulder from Sokka.

"Fine, you get Doctor Who tonight, but Saturday is going to be all PBS Nova, baby. Brace yourself." Sokka takes Zuko's free hand into his as they start the walk home.

"Well, as long as you're there, I'm happy."

Notes:

fidgets in this work were inspired by those from shop StimBox

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 6

[Season 4; Season 5] Man, this season... an emotional rollercoaster

Episode 3:

Cas admits he and Dean "share a more profound bond." (15:35) uuuhmm okay

"You think I came because you called?" (16:31) cut to "I always come when you call" later on in E21

"When a claim is laid on a living sould, it leaves a mark, a brand." ... like a handprint maybe? (22:33) Cas basically called dibs on Dean and admits it

Dean, I get it, Cas looks hot when he fights, but you don't have to look at him like this (24:42)

The amount of eye-fucking in this scene (25:56) almost 30 seconds (of Dean checking out Cas) of Old married coupleTM moments. Dean is worried about Cas dying again by the hands of an archangel. He just got attacked and wants to go out. But Cas has to go save the universe from a holy war. Basically a wife asking her soldier husband not to leave for the war.

[(26:28-26:30) Dean was totally looking at the BOOTY]

NOW FOR THE JUICY STUFF: Cas and Balthazar obviously had a history. More than brothers or war buddies. We could parallel them to Dean and Lisa: both old flames coming back after a long time and all.

Also, Balthazar can sense something is going on between Cas and Dean. It's so clear he can (35:26). ICWAW, we would assume Balthazar was an ex, getting jealous over Cas' new love interest

Episode 6:

"You asked me to be here, and I came", OH what about the whole 'I don't come because you call' thing? (13:40)

How domestic is this moment. Cas pouring Dean a drink, trying to comfort him (14:03). He hates seeing Dean like this, and hates even more the fact he can't do anything about it

Cas knows Dean is hurt enough already, and doesn't want to get him involved with a war that's not his to fight (14:20), but still wants to help

Episode 7:

Second time Cas starts stripping in front of Dean and he just stares (2:32)

Look, all I'm saying is... they really don't have to stand THAT CLOSE to each other (4:07)

Episode 9:

[Not a destiel moment but Dean struggling to say the words "gay guy" is too fucking funny to me (33:45)]

Episode 10:

Dean, will you not check out the angel in front of your brother, please? (11:54)

Dean is visibly uncomfortable at Cas watching porn practically NEXT to him, and having a BONER practically next to him. Understandable, but still... kinda gay (15:58) Look at Dean's face, my God (16:07)

[I'm screaming Dean looks like he's wondering what it'd be like to kiss Cas (25:29)]

"CAS?!" (26:23) the way Dean gets progressively more worried about Cas fading/being taken away and shit, kills me

[Cas is so fucking confused as to why Dean would suggest he'd let him have an hour alone with Meg (39:25), either that or he's embarrassed he might've actually wanted to. Meg and Castiel were cute together]

"If there's anything we can do-" "There isn't. I wish circumstances were different. *stares at Dean with puppy eyes* Much of the time, I'd rather be here." (39:46)

Also, Dean stares at Cas for 15 seconds, but averts his eyes when saying "We're your friends"? (40:01) Denial? Something's off. ICWAW, this would indicate tension, unspoken feelings

Just... the way Dean looks at Cas, and when he flies away (40:17) HIS EYES

Episode 11:

Balth jokingly calls Cas Sam's 'boyfriend', and Sam reacts normally, letting it fly over his head. When later in episode 17, Balth calls Cas "the angel in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you", Dean gets pissy. Just like later in 10x5. Touchy much? (13:48)

Balth admits he doesn't like Dean, and that "screwing him would delight me", but calls the one brother who threatened to crisp his wings, a "capable young man" (14:46). Jealous much? ICWAW we would read some sort of romantic rivalry between those two.

Episode 14:

This face... where have I seen this face before?

Oh yes, here

Dean looks at Lisa, the so called "love of his life", the same way he looks at Cas. Fuck my life

Episode 15:

"Cas" (Misha) starts stripping and Dean... stares... again (9:23)

"Well, Cas... now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." (39:53) Is it a saying? Or a reference to Dean being Michael's Sword? As in "He is gonna be the death of you"? And Balth looks at Cas THAT WAY?! (40:01) You can't tell me there was nothing between these two. Kill me now

Fucking stop being an old bitching married coupleTM already (40:25) you are hurting me

Episode 17:

Balth 'jokes' about Cas being in love with Dean (18:48) ICWAW we would read this as an ex being petty about the new love interest and teasing said love interest about it

Wow, jealous much, Dean? Again, ICWAW, this would totally be seen as jealousy for your crush's ex (27:30). And Dean, you're staring at Cas' lips again (27:37)

[Sam: "So, you killed 50,000 people for us?" Cas: *looks at Dean* "... No, I didn't... They were never born." (37:49) This is so stupid, but... sure, Cas... sure. That's what you ment.]

Cas makes a small speech about fighting for freedom, choosing your fate and all, while looking at Dean (38:55). OKAY SUBTEXT!!!

[As soon as Dean mentions boobs, Cas is gone (39:36) LOL]

Episode 19:

"It's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy. [...] Cas, get out of my ass!!!" "I was never in... your-" (4:28) and then they stare... Were you having unholy thoughts guys?

"Without your power you're basically just a baby in a trench coat" #MARRIED (10:38), "My friend is very sick." "I have a, uh... painful burning sensation." OH COME ON!!! (11:22)

"You know who whines? Babies. *pats Castiel*" (14:28) I'm sorry, pats him wHERE??!!

Dean saves Cas again (19:38)

The way Cas says "Dean, Dean!" (23:09)... I'm so fucking weak, and look at those EYES! (23:41) kill me now

"The kid... The little kid, he's one of them." "... Unbelievable." "Yeah, I know, Cas. You told me, all right?" (37:48) #MARRIED

Sam and Bobby immediately think Cas might be betraying them (39:31), while Dean won't even immagine the possibility. "This is Cas we're talking about!" (39:52)

Episode 20:

Even tho Dean can sense something is off with Cas, he won't bring himself to admit it. And the eye-car-sex. That. (4:44-4:53)

"You're distracted. [...] Is that all you're holding, huh? See... the stench of that Impala's all over your overcoat, angel." (6:20) this has such sexual undertones. ICWAW, it would be MENT as having sexual undertones. Also Crowley ships it

Dean protects Cas even tho clear evidence is there, and even feels bad about lying to him (12:06). And Cas feels oh so bad about Dean trying to be loyal to him, even when he was starting to suspect (13:18)

Dean still refuses to acknowledge the possibility of Cas' betrayal (19:56). His speech about Cas... I'm weak. "He broke ranks, gone to the mat, cut and bleeding for us, so many frigging times. This is Cas!" (20:10). ICWAW, this would be read as Dean having feelings for Cas, and as those feelings were getting in the way of his best judgment

Cas goes against the King of Hell to save the boys... but Dean first (21:48), and Dean defendes him against Bobby and Sam, apologizing for doubting about him. Cas hates having to break their trust

The look on Dean's face as he realizes Cas had been lying the whole time... BROKEN (23:35-23:49)

Cas doesn't want Dean to have to sacrifice more than he already had for him (25:19), and when Crowley shows up, Cas' first instinct is to look back at Dean protectively (25:30), and does that again before following Crowley (26:17)

Cas wants Dean to be happy, stay retired, even tho he was so longingly looking at him moments earlier (29:09)

"You gotta look at me, man. [...] Look me in the eye and tell me you're not working with Crowley." (32:38) the absolute desperation in both Dean and Cas, how HURT they look. THEIR EYES! Dean looks devastated

"I did it to protect you, I did it to protect all of you!" (33:09) one of the many "you, all of you" no-homo saves Cas pulls while talking to/about Dean

"I had no choice!" "No, you had a choice... You just made the wrong one." (34:21) how fucking hurt Dean looks. "Where were you when I needed to hear it?" THE EYES

"I was there... Where were you? *flashback to Cas looking back at Dean*" I'M DEAD

"It's not too late. Damn it, Cas. We can fix this!" "Run. You have to run, now. RUN!" (35:33) and they do, but Dean looks back at Cas, and the way they look at each other... STOP (35:47-35:52) ICWAW, this whole scene would seem like someone trying to save their loved one, and OH boy, that stare exchange would seem either a silent confession or a reminder of their feelings for the other

Cas visits Dean in the night, even tho they clearly don't trust him and don't want him there, and Dean leaves it be (38:06), and even apologizes for having to angel-proof the house against him

#MARRIED (38:28), "I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you." (38:35) ICWAW... do I even need to point this out?

"Next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest thing I have to family..." the look on Cas' face as Dean says this (39:15) "... that you are like a brother to me." did Cas' eyes just get more glossy? Poor baby. Also, ICWAW, by the way they interact, this statement would feel wrong on so many levels

"You're just a man. I'm an angel." ... why does it feel like Cas is telling that to himself more than to Dean? (39:43) "I'm sorry, Dean." (39:55) Kill me

Cas questions his decisions, asks God for guidance, the moment he understood he hurt Dean. He doesn't want to hurt Dean, but will do what he has to do to if it means he will be safe

Episode 21:

[Not a destiel moment, but "fragile masculinity" much, Dean? (4:20) "I was too busy having sex with women." (why do you feel the need to specify 'women'?)]

This Dean-Balth bickering has such current-former love interest fight vibes (8:52). Come on, ICWAW, this would totally be the case

Here's another Cas/Lisa parallel: how Dean acts here, looking for Ben and Lisa (13:11), and how he acts in S8 while looking for Castiel ("WHERE'S THE ANGEL!?")

Cas saves Dean again (21:46). "I didn't ask for your help." "Well, regardless. You're welcome." #MARRIED

They are both on the verge of tears... "I thought you said that we were like family." (22:22) They hate this situation. They hate not being like always, close, friendly, family

"Dean... I do everything that you ask... I always come when you call. And I am your friend." (22:39) the way he says 'Dean' and how his voice trembles. Dean is basically almost crying now (23:45)

"Dean, I said I'm sorry and I ment it." "Thank you... I wish this changed anything..." "I know.. So do I." (37:45)

[Alright. I do believe Dean really grew to love Lisa during that year they spent together, but I don't buy the "I always loved you, ever since that one hook up on that one weekend we knew each other for" shit. Dean wanted to give a try to the whole 'apple pie life' he'd promised Sam, with a good woman he knew Dean had feelings for.

If he grew to love Lisa over a couple of years after 1 hook up, I'm sure he could do the same thing for Cas after over a decade (he for sure would have already If Cas Were A Woman)]

Episode 22:

["You've always got little old me." "Yes... I'll always have you." (30:26) These two... Come on, they HAD to be ex lovers!]

"We were family once. I'd have died for you. I almost did a few times (Cas did actually, twice). So if that means anything to you... Please... I've lost Lisa, I've lost Ben, and now I've lost Sam... Don't make me lose you too." (39:55) ICWAW, this would be seen as a straight up CONFESSION

The hurtful look on Dean's face when Cas says "You're not my family, Dean.", and the terror when he thought for a second that Sam might have killed him (40:39)

["You will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord... or I shall destroy you." ... okay, Cas, honey, I get you are tired of waiting, but this is not the right way to get a confession out of Dean (41:20)]

[Season 7>>]

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include...

Requested: [I'm sorry I can't remember who requested this or if this was an anon, I'm sorry!] Hey, could I request some headcanons about dating Beverly? (Also if you could add in the reader having homophobic parents 💕)

Warnings: obviously there will be homophobia, [at the end so people can skip if they need to read safely 😊] specifically from the readers parents so please feel free to skip if need be. And remember my blog is a safe space 💕 oh yeah theres also plenty of grammar/spelling errors i'm sure

A//n: This was WAY longer than I anticipated. I just kept coming up with more stuff and holy crap I love writing Bev x readers???? Please request more Bev Edit: this was in my drafts forever and again as much as i have been trying to get requests out in order, it's been pretty tough but at least this way stuff gets out sooner so here ya go.

Okay

First of all..

Y'all make the CUTEST COUPLE, OKAY?!

Like no joke

You know that cliche about girls stealing their boyfriends hoodies/clothes??

Well that goes for both of you and you both are always swapping clothes cause you both love each other's sense of style

Plus, ya know, it's got that great boyfriend girlfriend smell

It's cheesy and played out, but it's honestly so wholesome, and again, you guys each have an interest in each others senses of styles

If you're bigger than her, and her clothes don't necessarily fit you, pfffttt no big deal, she had a million blankets that smelled like her and then you two got together and now she can only find like,, two. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love stealing your clothes!! They're baggier on her but oH MY GOODNESS DOES SHE LOVE THAT. She just loves being able to completely immerse herself in your stuff. Especially when she isn't feeling safe in her own home and you aren't around, the best thing for her is to wrap herself in her your stuff and be comforted by you. Uggh, its hella sweet

But let's start from the beginning...

Both of you knew about each other from school

You definitely heard the many rumors about "Beaver-ly Marsh"

Not that you participated, but you were always overhearing rumors from gossiping girls and bragging boys in your class

Your school wasn't huge but it wasn't small either

But it was kill or be be killed, and rumors spread like the damn plague

It was inevitable

And it was just a matter of time before you overheard the several rumors of the "slut" who did it with every guy in school.

You'd roll you're eyes at the word and the ridiculous insinuations, knowing the massively overplayed game of telephone that ruled your school was not necessary the most credible source of information

And you were positive there were rumors about you, I mean, it really wasn't possible to go to that school without a rumor going around

Everyone had one

Anyways, you never paid much attention to them, but then you met her...

And oh no.

Immediately, it was:

You already never paid much mind to the rumors, but when you got to know each other??

Nuh uh.

No way

Not Beverly

No no no no, no

She was way too sweet, and shy, and beautiful, and awesome, and funny, annnd oh no the damn butterflies were back and shit she made you feel things

And you??

Bevery had no clue she was into girls until you came along...

You were her gay awakening and her being so used to all those nasty things people said about her and all those boys??

Even though it wasn't true, any of it, she still always expected that eventually one day she'd get her first boyfriend, to love and cuddle with and everything normal

Again, then you came along and her heart was all like

BOOM BOOM BEECH

You both danced around each other a lot. Seeing as you were two precious little gay beans that lived in a conservative town in the 80s, it wasn't exactly the most accepting environment and you guys didn't know if the other was into girls at all

On both sides it was "does she like me or is she just really laid back and friendly???"

It took way too long to figure out you were both into each other

If I'm being completely honest here, y'all were like the female reddie

Two girls who became best friends and always bickered like crazy to hide your feelings

The way you two found out you had feelings for one another was bumpy and awkward but silly and cute nonetheless

It came off in a passing comment that just slipped out

The two of you were having a sleepover like you did every Friday night you were available

and you two were laying on her bedroom floor talking about anything and everything staring at the ceiling

Her radio was playing in the background and the two of you were surrounded by various snacks you had been munching on all throughout the night and the conversation drifted to gossip about your peers at school

It went a little something like this:

Y: "Did you see so and so today??"

B: "Yes!!"

Y: *laughing* "Yeah, what the hell was that?"

B: I have no idea what goes on in her head...

B: but I guess I gotta give her some credit, she's always super confident and I'm like, 90% sure that's what makes her the most desirable girl in the 8th grade"

Y: "I guess that makes sense"

B: "I do wish I had her confidence. Maybe I'd have better luck romantically"

Y: "Oh please, like you need that. You're infinitely more attractive than her"

B: "What?"

Y: *panicked* "What?"

B: *slowly sits up with smug ass smirk on her lips* are you saying you find me... attractive?"

Y: ..."what?" *sweating*

B: *still smirking* "Wait,"

Y: "WhAT?"

B: *stILL smirking* "do you-?"

Y: *full on gay panic* "No!"

B: *smirking and blushing*

B: *lays back down* "well, I think you're pretty attractive yourself, if it's any consolation"

She's still so nervous though so it comes out in a whisper

She's 99 percent certain you just accidentally revealed your crush to her but her heart was p o u n d i n g anyway

What if it just came out wrong and that's why you panicked???

Had she just revealed her crush to you by mistake???

But no

You both were a blushing mess and it did not go unnoticed by either one of you

You're hands kinda accidently brushed and you both just had a heart attack on the spot

But the connection you two had that night

You both just... knew

You guys kinda just... happened

After that you both were aware you liked each other

But it was kind of unspoken

At first

It's not like you guys never talked about it, but you two definitely became more touchy and flirty

Holding hands when no one was looking

Shortly before you guys happened and before that night, she had introduced you to losers and they just totally accepted you as one of their own

You got along especially well with Richie (wonder why)

But Bev wasn't too happy about this particular fact...

Especially after you two got together

She wasn't necessarily jealous, especially cause she already had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings for another loser, but because he took up a lot of her time with you

But then, to her chagrin, Richie found out about you two

the eight of you were hanging out in the clubhouse, and Ben had to make some adjustments so him and the others left momentarily to help him get the resources

Except you, and Bev

You two volunteered to hold down the fort [literally]

aaaaaaand you two wanted to have a few minutes alone together too,

Nothing scandalous or anything like that, but you two didn't get be close around the losers

Then Richie returned way earlier than expected [turns out he was doing more harm than good and they sent him back]

He was just outside the entrance and he overheard you two

"I wish we could tell them,"

"I know. And it's not that I don't think they'll accept us, it's-" *sigh* "I'm just not ready... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay, we can tell them when we're both good and ready."

"Thank you, Y/n."

Richie just kinda stood there thinking about what he just heard

I mean, it made sense, you guys were really close, but then again, that's just how he thought all girls were

But everything else kinda made more sense the more he thought about it

And, it honestly reminded him of him and Eddie

More specifically, how he felt about his best friend

Now naturally this was a very emotional moment, but Richie Tozier being Richie Tozier wasn't about to waltz in there and give some sappy speech about he accepts you guys and he's here for you no matter what

No, no, no

He laid down on the forest floor, sticking his head in the clubhouse scaring the shit out of you two and said

"You guys should really be more quiet, Ben may be a suspiciously good overnight kid architect sensation but he has yet to soundproof this baby"

He then stuck his arm inside the clubhouse, patting the ceiling, shaking a couple spiders loose from his his hand in disgust

"Richie...!"

You two jumped apart and you about nearly shit your pants

"Relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

You both were startled as hell and absolutely disgruntled but the two of you looked at each other, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief

He got up and joined you two in the clubhouse, and began lounging in his usual spot in the hammock, arms behind his head

"So, this means you two are both into girls, huh?"

Once again, you looked at one another and back at him, nodding shyly

He plastered on the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen and nodded his head, his huge eyes squinting slightly from behind his glasses

"niceee"

This of course was followed by simultaneous eye rolls, Bev even threw her gum wrapper at him but you laughed

It was a relieved laugh

Here you were, exposed and unintentionally outed to Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier and sure enough his reaction was "nICE"

It was honestly a relief and kinda hilarious

You guys just kinda broke out into laughter

It was nice moment

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR [PARENTAL] HOMOPHOBIA BELOW***

And for a while, everything was great. That was, until your parents began to take note just how much time you were spending with Bev

They kept an eye on it at first

Then they started asking questions

You knew this day would come one way or another

Hell, you grew up with them after all, you knew what they thought about people like you and it broke your heart

It terrified you

And it's exactly what you heard every night when you tried to fall asleep, their voices speaking to you clear as day; how disgusted they were. They weren't really there of course and it wasn't until you became a loser that you found out what that voice was...

The point is, your deepest fear was being realized so you did what you could do

Lie

And it seemed to work. Briefly

Your mother had come in to check on you two for the fifth time - usually she checked on you two four times since their suspicions - and found you two snuggled up on top of your sleeping bags

Your mother screamed, scaring the crap out of you guys and you jumped apart

Your mother was thrown into hysterics and went to fetch your father, wailing like a damn baby

Needless to say that night was a long one for everyone

And as if things couldn't get any worse, just days later you found out that Beverly had been taken by It

Immediately, every doubt, every fear, every inkling of shame your parents and your community had drilled into you was forgotten and all that mattered was getting her back

You and your friends literally went through hell to get her back

Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal but you all had each other's backs and everyone came out okay

When you left Neibolt, you and Beverly were hand in hand

You couldn't give a flying fck about it, you just fought a shape-shifting demon clown you could face your small minded parents

And more importantly you knew even if your parents didn't support you, you had other people who did that and that was enough

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it's so long and again this is out of order of who requested it so I'm sorry to those of you who had stuff in before this, but I've just been stuck for too long and I needed to get things moving again. Anyways, I hoped you guys like this and again, omg I love writing Beverly!!! I would not be offended if you guys asked for more Bev fics/hc when I open up requests again