#all the Starks are at least bi

[dotthings]

You know who I feel sad for right now is Misha, because I think he wanted to be able to speak much much earlier than he was able to about Cas’s confession. We know he drafted an essay about Cas’s coming out…and then wound up not publishing it. Misha deserved to be able to talk about it in interviews the way Oliver Stark is able to about Buck. Misha mentioned it on zoom calls, briefly. And then it seems like he got yanked back by the PR machine and the nature of Cas’s confession wasn’t discussed on any SPN PR materials and for a time Misha was restricted on what he could say on CE Con stages.

At first, back then, for a few glorious days, I thought the stigma about queer Cas, about Destiel, had been lifted, finally, and then WB/CW brought the restrictions back down via PR. Oh you can have your confession scene, SPN, but corporate will control the narrative on how it’s spoken about or not.

We saw this thaw over time. (Anyone who claims otherwise or that Misha was always able to be open about it, is lying). Now Misha can speak openly about it and that shift began around the time when Chaos Machine really set up shop and changed a few con policies. So I’m happy for Misha that he can speak only about Cas being queer and what the confession means and Cas coming out, but he still has yet to be able to speak in depth about it in major PR. The openness about it comes out on con stage. At first it was non-CE Cons. Then finally he was more able to speak freely on CE Con stages.

Which leads me to another point, which is that, in fact, any of us who thought Cas was supposed to be in the series finale? We were right all along. The PR Misha filmed meant to mislead and misdirect about his last episode…PR misdirect to cover up so it could be a surprise, which makes sense and is sometimes how PR is run. Remember that the production shutdowns of the pandemic happened during the first days of filming 15.19. We found out eventually Dean and Cas were planned to be seen at the Roadhouse bar in Heaven together.

When they filmed 15.18 everyone thought Cas would at least cameo in 15.20. During the filming of 15.18 nobody directly involved knew how far Cas would be shoved out of the story, the actors didn’t know, the writer didn’t know, the director didn’t know, how far 15.20 would be stripped back, no one knew how reduced even mere mentions would be in 15.20.

I’ve talked about this before but a reminder how screwed the spn creatives who worked on 15.18 were, how screwed over the actors were.

You were right. If you thought that there was going to be at least some satisfaction and closure and Cas was going to have one more appearance before the end and it wouldn’t be able to be loud open canon, but something that implied mutual canon Destiel.

We were right. We were right all along.

Antis on twitter dot com can keep scratching and clawing and harassing and gaslighting and spewing phobic comments, denying what Jensen’s views are and dening that corporate censorship is real and that bi Dean is canonical via queer coding and queer Cas is now loud open canon and Destiel is mutual, via canon queer coding. Won’t change what happened here or that the intent was so, so much better and more than what 15.20 delivered, and the reason it fell apart was the production shutdown gave some parties high up too much time to think and then interfere and cut Cas out.

There is no more room to indulge media illiteracy and malicious denialism and trolling from antis.

[bibluebutterfly]

It is truthfully so impressive to watch how we've watched Stolas grow as a seemingly asshole character to a genuine person who truly does want the best for the person we love. (HEADS UP: This is LONG)

Now, and we're only going to lightly touch on this because the Pilot isn't cannon, but it still contributed to the public opinion on Stolas. In other words, he was borderline predatory in a way that made EVERYONE uncomfortable. (It makes sense though since he was innitially supposed to be the villain. Which thank goodness that was changed because we already see enough bisexual predators in media as it is. Yes, I'm headcannoning that Pilot Stolas was bi.)

Then we get official episode 1. Stolas is... not much better. Although to his credit, he's not as bad or as creepish. The unfair power dynamic is very there, and he definitely talks down to Blitz, but at least he waits until Blitz agrees before getting to the pilot level of sexual.

And then we kind of just keep this up until episode 7. Stolas is VERY sexual and VERY horny with Blitz, and you either like it or you don't. It was consensual, nobody forced anything, and even Blitz says that he doesn't fuss about banging Stolas, but that power imbalance is very much there.

Stolas is calling him by pet names like "my little imp" and is baby talking him, which really comes off like his fetish is sleeping with the lower class. Again, you either like Stolas at this point or you don't.

HOWEVER, despite all his baby talk and just generally inappropriate behavior, we are shown very early on that Stolas has a loving side, mainly in the form of his daughter. "You Will Be Okay" was the thing that got most people from hating him to actually liking him. It was the thing that separated him from just being a horny owl.

Then Ozzies. Hooo boy. This is where we finally get to see Stolas apart from Blitz's POV and as it turns out... he's kind of a pathetic dork more than anything else. We see him go very low. Like the man is alone in his big house eating cereal for breakfast in his bathrobe and watching telenovelas. It's hard to go lower than that. More importantly, it's a stark contrast from how we saw him just one episode ago.

Not just that, but when he's asked out on the date he is genuinely so excited and awkward that you just can't help but feel bad for the guy.

And then we have Hells healthiest couple have their dick moment which leads to Stolas covering his face, validating every and anything Blitz had feared, which lead to him calling out Stolas which leads to them both crying at home.

AND THEN WE GET THE THING THAT MAKES EVERYONE EITHER LOVE STOLAS OR THINK THAT HE'S RUINED.... THE CIRCUS.

Yeah, so it turns out the arranged marriage theory was true, and that Stella has been verbally abusive for who knows how long. But the real kicker is how much it explains Stolas's behavior from season 1. As it turns out, Blitz coming on so strong that night resulted in Stolas trying (badly) to copy that energy. And it turns out that when Blitz told him to stop that first night, he still ended up tying Stolas up and banging him. So... understandable. It turns out that Stolas never wanted to be malicious with his intentions, but genuinely thought that the arrangement was something that they both wanted.

But at the same time, he realizes that misunderstanding or no, a part of him did recognize that Blitz wasn't as happy as he was, and that he can't gaslight himself into thinking otherwise anymore.

Now the big thing about season 2 we all need to talk about, is how hard and fast it took Stolas off the regal and powerful pedestal that I think we all subconsciously put him on. Whatever mystery and darkness that surrounded him in season 1 went completely out the window in season 2. But personally I believe that this fits as season 1 was mostly told from Blitz's POV while season 2 takes place in Stolas's when he's there.

Stolas does not see himself as something regal and powerful. Stolas, as it turns out, is a romantic as well as a MASSIVE dork. Like he's disney princess levels of dorkiness. The man even gets his own slapstick moment for crying out loud.

But aside from that, he's highly intelligent and a genuinely good person who will put others before him if he can recognize the benefit.

Also, while we're on the topic, I don't think that Stolas is as powerful as we or Blitz were led to believe. Like yes, he's got immense power to those who have none.

But at the same time, put him next to Asmodeus, and this demon who seemed so strong before is actually tiny in comparison. Especially when noted that Ozzie was still holding back in this scene.

Now we have the "Look My Way" MV. By now, any dark mystery is gone, we know who Stolas is, but what we didn't expect to see was how blatantly Stolas realized his mistakes and took responsibility. This whole season we saw him be sad over his relationship with Blitz, but we never expected him to realize just how badly he messed up.

But he did. And it was glorious. And again, we realize how much he truly cares for Blitz, this isn't just him saying "I care about him" then doing nothing. This is him realizing he cares about Blitz, and wanting to do something to make it right. Even if that means Blitz will never want to see him again.

Anyway. If you made it this far, I'm impressed. As I've said before, I'm proud of the owl boy and how far he's come as a character. Tell me if you think I missed anything.

[lizzy019]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a beach day smut with johnny please! where he is obsessed with reader/ they are both obsessed with each other..so they both oggle each other in their swim attire..

thank u! c:

HAHAHAHA YES YES YES yES it's not rlly smut but it's kinda dirty :)) no s3x!! this is also with fem!reader

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Beach days were always fun; the dressing in pretty bikinis, the tanning, playing around with friends and even swimming! But it felt different when you had someone's eyes on you.

Sure, you and Johnny have been dating for a good while now, but it felt strange how he eyed you like candy. Now, you couldn't exactly complain, having a pretty pair of eyes on you made you feel like you were the damn star on the beach. You in your pretty frilly bikini, exposing so much skin...

Johnny had never considered himself a perverse man, he liked women in a way that highlighted their personality, how they held themselves and how they conveyed emotions. But damn, if he didn't want to lay his hands on you and fucking take you right then and there.

But then you asked that damn question that he knew was coming, yet it still rattled him.

"Can you put sunscreen on my back? I don't wanna burn..." You asked him so calmly, so serenely that he almost broke.

But without reluctance, Johnny nodded and got close to you and grabbed the bottle of sunblock in your hand. A cold glob was applied to your back, and you jumped a little before laughing in embarrassment for your reaction.

But you melted into his touch, shoulders unclenching and back relaxing as you let his somewhat chilly hands rub the cream into your skin. You sighed in contentment, Johnny was convinced that was the softest sigh he'd ever damn heard from you.

His hands felt nice on you, his thin and nimble fingers worked diligently to get the sunscreen all on your shoulders, the plains of your back, even just at the nape of your neck... it was thoughtful.

But you were losing your goddamn mind.

Johnny– with his upper body exposed to your hungry eyes– was behind you. You could literally just hop onto his lap and grind on him, it was so close to achieving.

No, you were in public. That would be weird, insanely weird.

Johnny was quick to finish up, giving the soft skin of your now creamed shoulder a soft kiss. You giggled shyly, but relished in the tender action. He was so sweet!

"You look so... pretty, sugar. Did y'come lookin' all done up f'me?" Johnny inquired innocently, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the beach that was a few metres ahead.

You felt as if you were caught red-handed as bis arms looped around your waist. Well, duh! Why wouldn't you try to look good for someone you loved so much? That went against your morals.

"Well, 'course I did!" You replied pridefully, chest puffed up sarcastically before you giggled and eased back. But then, you asked rather shyly, "...Do you like it, then?"

Johnny almost laughed at the stark contrast you could pull off. Cocky one minute, worrisome the next.

"Why wouldn't I? Look atchu... so pretty, sugar." Johnny murmured the words, but somehow his words spoke volumes to you. That made you feel a lot better than you initially had.

You grinned, innocently at first, but your expression shifted as your hand dug into his thigh. It slowly crept upward, and Johnny knew darn well what you were trying to get at. But did he stop you? No, not yet at least.

Your hand met his soft crotch, the texture of his swimwear cold as your hand loosely felt for the shape of his cock. That's when his hand swatted yours away, like a tease. He was teasing you.

"Nuh-uh. Not until we get back. We're at a beach, the sand is dirty, too many people... we'll do it at your place. My parents'll get mad at me." He murmured, but pressed a few light and loving kisses to the skin of your shoulder.

You sighed as he did so, your head lulling back to expose the flesh a little more. But Johnny didn't continue, he simply watched the water wave and flap over the shore before retreating and doing everything all over again.

This was a nice way to spend a beach day, his pretty darling all bundled in his arms looking all perfect, while the warmth of the sun cascaded his terracotta skin. Yeah... this was nice. He'd prefer this over a day in the lot.

[lilacsandpetals]

Frozen Blossoms Pt. 2

Last part here.

Next part here.

Bi-Han x F! reader

Tags and notes: Arranged marriage AU, SFW, exploring emotions. Pre-MK1/MK1 AU

TW: Slightly violent thoughts, toxic behavior.

You waited for him that morning, he never came. 

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You had picked up a mundane routine from there. The day would start with you waking up alone, seeing BI-Han in passing while you learned how to fulfill your own duties in your new role. You would come across him again at the dinner table with his family, feigning the act of a bashful newlywed. You would catch Tomas and Kuai Liang exchanging a glance with one another, meanwhile, Bi-Han would remain as serious as ever. Then you would retire to your bedroom, and spend some time reading before falling asleep alone. Bi-Han came to bed sometime after you would fall asleep, at least you assumed so. 

It was lonely.

You barely saw your husband, how did he expect this marriage to work? Today, was no different as you sat on the bench of the training area. You had already had some lessons on the administrative work of your future role this morning, and then you had been taught additional lessons of self-defense training. That proved more difficult on your body than anticipated, but thankfully today’s instruction was over. You were to do as you pleased until your evening meal. Sighing and standing to your feet, your eyes found their way to the garden nearby, you had seen it many times but were yet to check it out; so you figured spending some time there couldn’t hurt. 

The light breeze graced your skin while you entered the path spanning through the garden. The array of flowers was beautiful; pink roses, azaleas, blossoms, peonies, the list went on. You stopped by a tree teeming with blossoms and leaned back against it. Some of the petals danced with the wind as they blew away. A couple fell onto your hair and you carefully picked them off. 

You twirled the petals between your fingers, it was soft and delicate. You liked the change of environment. The vibrance of the garden was a stark contrast to the architecture surrounding it. Suddenly the sound of footsteps broke you out of your trance. 

“Wife.”

You looked up and Bi-Han gave you a curt nod. You gave him a small smile back. 

His hair was slightly tossed, and his breathing was a tad heavier than usual. Maybe he had been off training elsewhere? Or maybe he came back from some sort of mission? You wouldn’t know.

You didn’t know what to say, It was so difficult to communicate and you hated it. You had been married a few weeks ago and you still knew close to nothing about him. 

Bi-Han eyed you up and down before speaking. You couldn’t distinguish if he was eyeing you as if you were an adversary, prey, or something in between. “You… like those flowers?”

“I do.” You looked at the blossom petals in your hand before looking at him. “Are you taking a break? I don’t think I’ve seen you come by the garden before.”

He does find himself in the garden on occasion, but he finds no need to tell you that. “No, I only came to inquire about what you were doing here. I thought you had lessons to attend to.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up from the tree. You thought he had come to spend time with you, not check on you as if you were some child. “I’ve finished what was required of me today.” 

“Then I’ll leave you be.” 

You didn’t want him to leave, you craved a sense of connection with him. Maybe if you had a decent opportunity to talk to him it could spark something between you two. So you didn’t think about what he might say before reaching out and grabbing his arm. 

Bi-Han froze. You had barely touched him at all in the past weeks. Other than your hand brushing his at the dinner table every so often, he only recalled the way your delicate hands rested in his rough, calloused ones at the wedding ceremony. 

Your hands were soft, smaller than his. Foolishly, he sometimes wondered what it would be like to intertwine his fingers with yours.  

He slowly turned his face to look down at you. “What is it?”

“May I go with you?”

“No.” 

You shot him a confused look, “Why?”

“I am busy with things that don’t concern you.”

“I’m your wife, whatever concerns you, concerns me as well.”

Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, part of him wanted you to leave. He didn’t need a distraction. Yet a small part of him wanted you to accompany him, he wanted your interest, your attention. His conflicting feelings drove him mad these past weeks. He buried himself in his work and training, attempting to keep the thought of you at bay. You were still obstructing his focus even when you weren’t present. It enraged him that you had snaked your way into his mind. 

He would think of how peaceful you looked when you slept; your hair tousled, your lips slightly parted, and your expression serene. You slept in complete comfort as if you had no worries in the world. He thought about how you would still happily engage with the clan despite your own reservations, how you would speak and listen intently to whoever you came across. He thought about how you spoke with an aura of gentle concern. Your entire being seemed like the antithesis to him. He hated that he found it intriguing. 

Emotional attachments were never a plus. Yes, he had care for his brothers and his father, but that was already enough. He would take on the role of Grandmaster soon, and the necessity of logical rationale outweighed emotional interference. He need not invite anyone else in his heart, lest he grow weak like his father. 

The day his mother died, his father had broken down. He wallowed in his sorrows for far too long. Bi-Han watched the esteemed Grandmaster delve into that of a pathetic mess. 

Bi-Han missed his mother as well, he missed her dearly. But he never allowed anyone to see that sort of weakness from him. He was not opposed to comforting his younger brother, but he himself grieved alone, away from anyone else who might see his pitiful state, lest that be used against him. 

His mother had wanted him to be strong, not weak-minded. He was disappointing her and himself the more he found himself musing over you. 

Bi-Han took hold of your hand, more gently than you expected, and lifted it off of his arm. He held onto your hand for a moment too long before letting it go. “You are my wife in title, but that is all. Fulfill your own duties as I do mine.” 

Your hand returned to your side, and you let him go. 

He reminded you of a stubborn brat. 

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You left him be that day and went about your usual routine until you retired to your bedroom. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, and a few of the other clan mates had left in a hurry. Apparently, something urgent had come up and you were promptly rushed off to your room.

You hated to admit it, but you were nervous. You hoped that nothing serious happened. It had been hours and you were still pacing your bedroom. You hoped your in-laws were without injury. 

You hoped your husband was okay. 

You know you two barely interacted, but still, you worried. 

‘What was taking so long?’

Your question is answered when the door flies open. Your room is dimly lit and Bi-Han stands in the doorway, panting and stomping over to a dresser that he kept his clothing in. He rummaged through it, tossing some supplies onto your bed. 

At that point, you’re snapped out of your stupor. “What happened??” You worriedly exclaim and rush to his side. 

He sighs deeply. He supposes it’s fine to disclose the ordeal since you do live here. “We had some intruders try to break into a few locations on the outskirts of the complex. They were skilled.” He kept it short and sweet. He wouldn’t disclose that the main concern was a suspicion the intruders may have been from Outworld. You and your clan were yet to know about that.

He slowly sits on the bed and grabs a bottle of some sort. 

“Let me help,” you say and reach out your hands towards his arm and the bottle. 

He instinctively leans back when you approach. 

That got on your nerves at this point. You had stayed up worrying for him, waiting for him to come back safely, and now you just wanted to help him feel better, and he resisted you even now. “You act as if I’m an enemy, I’m just trying to help you!” you snapped.

Bi-Han rolls his eyes “I would have killed you by now if you had been a threat to me.”

You grit your teeth, that wasn’t the point. “How charming,” you spat back.

At that, he snatches his arm away again. “I’m able to take care of myself. Leave.” 

He could be intimidating, yet you chose to stand your ground. You crossed your arms. “In case you forgot we both share this bedroom, I will not be leaving.”  

Bi-Han shot you an exasperated look. You were insufferable. “Then be quiet.” 

You raised an eyebrow, a retort hanging on the tip of your tongue, but he wasn’t even worth that. You closed your mouth and sat down on your side of the bed. He could take care of himself then. 

You were silent. You could hear him groaning in pain as he tried to clean the wound. Why was he so against your help? What had you done to him to make him be so cruel? You keep your face turned away but maintain a calm tone of voice “I am only trying to help you.” 

The desire for your help was there, but he’d be damned if he allowed it to happen. He was able to manage his own wounds, he’s been doing it since his mother passed away. But his resolve is tested when you dare to reach out your hand anyway. 

You’re testing your luck, but it’s the best you can do when things are so strained with him. You don’t speak but keep your grip on his arm firm. Something stops him from pulling away again, and you thank a higher power for getting him to calm down for once. He is tense, you can tell by how his arm is flexed and his shoulders slightly stiff. You dab some alcohol to the wound and unintentionally wince when you hear him grunt. “Sorry, sorry,” you mumble softly. The gash in his arm is deep, you can’t help but wonder who caused it, but you know better than to barrage him with questions now. You carefully wrap a bandage around his arm and step back, expecting some sense of gratitude from him, but you’re met with the exact opposite as he storms off out of the room. 

Frustration begins to bubble up within you, why was he so childish? It’s as if for every step forward you took, you ended up taking three steps back. You were trying your best to get closer, but if he wanted to act ridiculous then you’d leave him be. 

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The training grounds were empty at this hour. Dimly lit and silent besides the sound of fists messily colliding with leather. Bi-Han hit the training bag again and again. Why did you have to interfere? Why did you have to make him feel the way that he did? He felt like he didn’t have control over something as simple as his own thoughts. You made him feel conflicted, uncomfortable at the desire you clawed out of him. 

He should have pulled away, but he let you tend to his wounds. And how lovely you looked while you did. He didn’t know when he started to focus on you in that manner. You looked so concentrated. A few strands of your hair hung in your face as you applied alcohol to the injury; he wondered what would happen if he reached out to tuck the strands behind your ear. You leaned forward and craned your neck slightly to the side as you bandaged his arm. Your neck appeared smooth and slender to him. He wanted to wrap his hand around your throat, he could crush it if he wanted to. Would he stop thinking of you then? 

A dull ache began to bloom on his knuckles. He would often cover his hands with ice by now, had his skin started to become irritated. Tonight he didn’t bother. He was desperate to feel something, anything else. The training bag began to wear out as the skin of his knuckles began to split open and bleed.

Footsteps began to emerge in his peripheral hearing, prompting him to halt his assault on the inanimate victim.  

“Bi-Han?” Kuai Liang asked confused. 

“What?!” he snapped.

“Are you not tired? Y/N must be waiting.”

“That’s none of your concern” Bi-Han scowled. 

Kuai Liang sighed. He had hoped marriage would melt his brother’s harsh demeanor, at least a bit. 

“Maybe. I don’t know what transpired between you two, but what use does sulking here have?”

Bi-Han clenched his jaw. His younger brother always knew how to get on his nerves. “Stop interfering with matters you know nothing about.” 

“Fine, I may not know what has caused you to come all the way out here, but I’d at least advise you to act rational.”

Bi-Han wanted to snap back at his brother but held his tongue. How was he being irrational? He was stomping out any chance of falling for such a trap by burying these irrational thoughts. When he didn’t respond. His brother continued his tirade. “Y/N married you out of a duty to her own family and tradition. Just as you have. Do you think she finds this easy?”

Bi-Han grit his teeth. “How would I know?” 

“You’d know if you spoke to her. You both took a vow to be tied to one another for eternity. At least become familiar with her.” Kuai Liang sighed. His brother had always been on the serious side, and his stoic nature only skyrocketed after their mother’s passing. They had always been close and as time passed he often found it hard to connect with his brother like this. 

Bi-Han didn’t respond for a moment, but he wondered if his brother ever dealt with such distractions. Yet an accusatory statement left his mouth instead, “You are not married, you wouldn’t understand what I’m dealing with.” 

“No, but I have someone I wish to marry.” 

At that, Bi-Han’s head snapped towards his sibling. Since when did he have a ‘special someone’? “Why would you even consider such a thing? I did it out of necessity to take on the role of Grandmaster. Why welcome a distraction into your life if your first priority is loyalty to the Lin Keui?”

Kuai Liang gave him a confused look before letting out a laugh that Bi-Han considered offensive. 

“What’s so funny?” He scowled. 

“Nothing. It’s just, why would I ever consider my lover a distraction? She motivates me to do better for her but also the clan.” Kuai Liang explained and stepped closer. 

Bi-Han couldn’t wrap his head around it. “I suppose your relationship is unique.” 

“How so?” 

“My wife distracts me, I can’t focus, she makes me feel weak.”

Kuai Liang crossed his arms and leaned back towards the wall. “What has she explicitly done to distract or harm you.” 

“She occupies my thoughts constantly”  Bi-Han stated in an irked tone of voice. 

Kuai Liang had to shield the look of stupor that threatened to show itself. “So she has done nothing to intentionally harm you.” Bi-Han didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to. He supposed his brother did have a slight point. She had not intentionally done anything to weaken him. As far as he knew anyway.

“You’re considering her in a negative light, that’s why she serves as a distraction. You ought to use the thought of her to drive your ambitions.” 

Kuai Liang stepped forward and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder before his brother could counter. “She married you, she is Lin Kuei now. What she does will be for your betterment and the betterment of the clan. Don’t overthink it.” 

Before Bi-Han can counter him, Kuai Liang is practically dashing out of the door. He can hear his brother yelling at him in the distance but that’s all he can offer in words of advice right now. He is tired and his bed is practically calling to him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t worry for him. He was so closed off, and although he never said it, he often found Bi-Han’s behavior short-tempered and erratic. He would never show signs of weakness to any outsider and practically no one was privy to his thoughts or habits when he was distressed. Even their father had turned somewhat of a blind eye to Bi-Han’s behavior. Not that he thought their father had intentionally done so, especially when Bi-Han curated such a strong demeanor for the world around him. Their mother’s passing had hurt their father to a great degree and so he was dealing as best he could behind closed doors, and Bi-Han’s evolution into growing colder was gradual. He and Tomas grew up with Bi-Han, they could tell when he would be plagued with insecurities or troubles. 

He knows Bi-Han didn’t want this marriage, he knows that his older brother keeps a high guard up. But he also knows that Bi-Han aches for something that he can't quite pinpoint just yet.

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You wake up to Bi-Han missing from his side of the bed again. You frown, you had hoped that last night would have shown your desire to grow closer. You switch the side you’re lying on and pause. You reach out your hand to brush your fingers gently against the petals of the flowers that lay at your bedside. The flowers are familiar and the fragrance is calming. The bouquet itself is small, tied together with a simple twine, but it makes you smile nonetheless.

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Thanks for reading 💙

[mazzystar24]

Breaks my heart how evil they are to them. I know they're grown men and can handle it and all but they shouldn't have to! Oliver has been so respectful and put so much care into playing buck. He's always been honest about this story being about BUCK, not tommy, and that nobody should be ringing wedding bells

The fact that even the 911 account isn't posting anything because bt fans flood things with hate... and we know oliver sees this shit, he even shut down his comments and DMs. It makes me so fucking sad. We're so close to exploring this beautiful story we've been waiting for and they ruin it over someone who was hired for 4 episodes??

No same the level of care and respect that Oliver has had has been unreal

I say this as a bisexual

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a presumably straight actor handle a queer storyline with this level of respect and understanding

And unlike their fav he hasn’t done it for fame or money or popularity

He has stood up for buck and buck’s bisexuality in cases he didn’t have to

He didn’t have to correct that reporter he didn’t have to make statements in his Instagram calling out bigots he didn’t have to show all this love understanding and excitement for bucks bi arc but he did it even when it’s put him in the firing line and he’s done it with words so well crafted you can tell he fully understands his character and also what bisexuality means to his character

Ik I make jokes but I’m not saying this in a parasocial way- truth is we never know what these actors or famous people are really like- but we still have to recognise good behaviour and the way he has handled this storyline does not elicit the hate and claims of biphobia against him in the least and it’s honestly sad that he has done everything right and is still receiving this from assholes who genuinely do not care or understand what biphobia is

Just because they can’t distinct what the story has been telling them AT EVERY FUCKING TURN and how Oliver tried over and over not to get their hopes up AT EVERY FUCKING TURN and what they built up in their head sometimes with the help of a man after their money. It’s ridiculous

Like not only did he have to turn off comments and DMs he also made a response apparently and probably second guessed himself and deleted it:

And everything he said both here and the interview I stand by, good bi rep doesn’t have to be only fucking if they’re your committed partner y’all are over correcting

Also the claims of biphobia - y’all learn nothing about not assuming sexualities or making these claims huh?

Well at least they’re consistent- when threatened they pretend anything and everything is somehow homophobia cos I (a bisexual ) have been called homophobic so many times by bt fans it’s insane

Rant over cos this is super long but they better leave Oliver stark alone cos that man genuinely doesn’t deserve this shite

[salbei-141]

My girl (Wanda x reader)

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warnings: 18+, fluff, comfort, friends to lovers, trauma, death, love confession, etc.

a/n: woah, first post of the year...almost 5 months into the year...wbk a schedule doesn't exist here.

So, there were a few things that made me realise I was bi and Elizabeth Olsen was one of them - can you blame me? So I propose this!

Also, y'all please if I get any lore incorrect do not come for me, I haven't watched Marvel in a while, and nor can I be bothered to rewatch them either, SUE ME.

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You and Wanda were best friends and had grown up together in Sokovia - your home country destroyed by the supposed American hero Tony Stark himself. You remember it as clear as day - being huddled between Wanda and Pietro. None of you moved, still as day, and terrified - it was a kind of fear you'd hope you'd never have to experience again. You remember the cries of Wanda as you held onto each other - you were just children at the time, it was a diabolical event to be forced to endure.

To this day you were unsure of what happened to your parents - you could only assume the same had happened to them as had happened to the Maximoff's parents, but you couldn't say for definite, and it weirdly gave you some sort of peace not knowing the brutality of how they had died - although you'd hoped it was quick and succinct in nature.

You were all in your 20s now, and yet not a year had gone by since that day where you'd forgotten the trauma of it all - it weighed upon your shoulders day in and day out like a parasite. What followed the bombing wasn't any better…you were mutants - or at least that's how some people had described you. You felt stronger now though - it felt freeing almost, there was little to fear now. However, nothing could save you from the memories…you, Wanda and Pietro still fell victim to your childhood trauma - especially Wanda.

"Wanda?" you walked into her room tentatively after hearing the soft sounds of her cries - it tore your heart into two, knowing the pain she was in, and more so that she was enduring it alone was hurting you in an indescribable manner that you always felt upon seeing her in any severity of distress.

She was led on her bed curled up like a child clutching onto a teddy you'd got for her Christmas several years ago - it warmed your heart that she still held it so closely and for comfort. You watched as her head turned slightly - her eyes were red and slightly puffy, but she said nothing to you as you stood at the door.

You closed her door silently and moved towards her tentatively as you sat on the side of her bed staring down at her with soft eyes. Moving your hand, you gently carded your fingers through her auburn locks, watching as tears silently rolled down her reddened cheeks.

You remained sat at the edge of her bed, and gently beckoned her into your arms, "Come here, I got you". Instead, she pulled you further onto her bed, so the both of you could get comfortable before she then sunk into the comfort of your arms as she continued to cry into your chest. You moved slightly to adjust to a more comfortable position with her in your arms, and felt as her grip tightened, "I'm not going anywhere…I'll never leave you Wanda". She looked up at you with desperate eyes, "Never?". "Never", you confirmed and kissed her on the forehead as you pulled her against your chest again, holding her with a conviction that you'd only ever designate to her.

You don't know how long had gone by, but Wanda still lay in your arms, having calmed down now. You had been gently running your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, feeling as she'd occasionally shiver from your touch.

"Y/N?"

She looked up from your chest with those round, soft eyes that made you cave to her every request.

"Hm?"

You looked back down meeting her gaze, watching as she searched your eyes.

"Thank you."

Tucking a strand of her hair that had fallen across her face back behind her ear, you smiled softly, speaking in a whisper almost, "I'd do anything for you".

"I know", and she stared at you just adoringly as you had been staring at her - neither of you quite aware of the emotions that had transgressed the platonic relationship you both maintained - fearful of losing one another over the looming prospect of an unrequited love. How naive you both were.

You let your hand linger on the side of her face - never having drawn back once her hair had been tucked. Your fingers delicately caressed her cheek - feeling the way it warmed under your touch.

You watched intently as her eyes flickered between your eyes and lips. Should you? You didn't know, scared to ruin things and lose your best friend, but she was also the woman you'd grown to love - she was more than your friend, and she knew that too - you'd both been yearning for this for years – too naïve to notice one another’s loving gazes.

"please", her voice was quiet, meek almost, but you could hear the plead in her voice.

Her eyes looked into your own – begging for your attention, and that's when you'd had enough, you leaned forward – teasingly stopping just before her lips.

“Promise me…promise me we won’t go back to just friends after this…please Wanda”, you searched her eyes for any doubt, and you couldn’t identify anything – her pupils were dilated as she stared into your eyes.

Wanda closed the gap between the both of you, catching you off guard while you’d awaited an answer, but this was the best way she could’ve answered you. Her lips were soft and you were quick to respond to her. You could still taste the remnants of salt from her tears, which had been long forgotten as the both of you were entrenched in one another.

It was euphoric - the way her lips moved along with yours - it was better than any dream you'd ever had about her; the days you’d deafly listen to her as she’d speak in front of you, only for you to have been too busy watching the way her lips moved as she spoke, before turning into a grin as she’d realise you’d been in a word of your own.

You let your hand drift from her face down her arm – feeling the way her skin goose-bumped as your supple touch passed over the exposed skin of her arm until you rested it on her waist as she kept herself steady with her hands wrapped in your shirt.

A soft moan reverberated in her throat as you lightly gripped her waist more – a smirk plastering your face as you continued kissing her.

The both of you slowly pulled away fluttering yours open. Nothing was said as you both smiled at each other before falling into a fit of giggles as she buried her face in your chest and you in the nape of her neck.

“We’re idiots”, she mumbled against you, as she gently lifted her face to meet yours again – both laying against her pillows with little space separating you.

“I love you”, you couldn’t hold it in any longer as it blurted out of you. She knew you meant it – you’d never looked so serious about anything as you did now.

She leaned forward pressing her lips to yours again, “I love you too…I love you so much Y/N”.

You both stared into each other’s eyes – soft gazes lingering as you gently stroked her waist with your thumb.

“Now you can really never leave me”, she smiled at you – referencing your earlier comment back to you.

“I never planned on it anyway”, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, bringing her close to your chest as her arms wrapped around you. "My girl", you whispered into her ear hearing her hum in content as you proceeded to lay in each other’s hold in silence with the occasional kiss – the reality a surreal eutopia that you’d both thought unlikely.

[canisalbus]

I hope this isn’t unwelcome but here are a few of my personal Vascete modern AU headcanons:

As a child, Vasco was usually voted as a team captain when playing sports with other kids. Not necessarily because of his sporting ability, but rather because of his leadership qualities and general agreeableness and ease with others.

Machete always uses perfect grammar when he texts, but can take a while to respond. Vasco often responds instantly but with less attention to grammar. Machete texts in unbroken paragraphs (when he has a lot to say) but Vasco’s texts come through in small, sporadic flurries.

Machete is very familiar with hospitals, particularly so in his childhood due to his various medical issues. As a result he actually finds their cleanliness, and the politeness of the doctors, comforting. These experiences also made him more patient than he might otherwise have been.

Vasco donates blood and is on an organ donor registry.

Machete always carries hand sanitiser around and is constantly offering it to Vasco, who always carries hand cream around, and is constantly offering it to Machete.

Both are well-versed in music and have refined musical tastes.

Vasco hums wholeheartedly whilst doing the dishes - a chore Machete likes to avoid where possible. Vasco knows this, so he pretends he doesn’t mind doing them.

Machete often has a headache and Vasco’s usual first response to this is to ask Machete if he’s had enough water today. He’s often right.

Vasco scarcely thinks of the other paths his life could have taken. Though he knows pain, he feels very fortunate for all the good he’s been dealt in life, and attributes his good luck mostly to happy accidents. Machete on the other hand has unexpected moments of stark awareness of all the possible forks in his road. It’s a sudden deja vu that creeps up on him when he’s alone, almost as if he can remember all of his and Vasco’s past/ potential lives together. The feeling vanishes just as soon as it arrives.

Hot dang anon I LOVE these. Unwelcome UNWELCOME? You come to my house and present me with thoughtful interpretations of my characters, I feel nourished.

I can definitely see Vasco being a popular choice for a team captain. He's physically active but not ultra sporty, and even though he can get excited and carried away, he's never been that competitive (he's got that 'I just hope both teams have fun' sort of vibe that people tend to like).

The texting bit is terribly cute. Vasco rapid firing message after message vs Machete intermittently slapping half an essay in the chat.

Machete is hypochondriac and his threshold for seeking threatment is low, especially if he's experiencing anything he's not already familiar with. To my understanding Italy has a good quality universal public healthcare, but he typically chooses to go with private sector anyway and has been investing in pricey health insurance for years (probably way more extensive than what is necessary or reasonable).

I also thought of Vasco as a habitual blood donor. He wouldn't like it per se (medical surroundings unnerve him), but I think he might just get a kick out of being a good boy and potentially helping people. (I know gay, bi and msm men used to be banned from donating (or at least severely restricted) but it looks like many countries have revised their criteria significantly in recent years and there's a good chance he'd be eligible these days.)

The hand sanitizer/hand cream combo is so good. It made me chuckle. (Are you a hand sanitizer person or a hand cream person?)

Their respective tastes in music and cinema have more overlap than you might initially think, and they keep aligning closer and closer over time.

Machete wouldn't like doing dishes. Having to touch wet food (weird texture + unhygienic) is bad times all around. But he genuinely enjoys a little bit of vacuuming, dusting, laundry and general tidying and organizing. He doesn't leave that much for Vasco to do, just the occasional visibly messy jobs that squick him out more than he cares to admit.

That's very considerate of him. That's a very considerate thing to do to anyone in general. Dehydration and low blood sugar can really sour your mood and you wouldn't even notice they were the reason you're feeling so bad all of a sudden. (When I'm having a difficult day I try to remember to ask myself whether things are truly collapsing or am I potentially just a little too thirsty and hungry and unaware of it. Usually it's the latter).

Ah yes, Machete and the horrors. Vasco might be aware of the horrors as well, but perhaps he possesses the specific kind of galaxy brain that is near immune to this particular flavor of existential dread.

[petew21-blog]

The False King in the North

The Red wedding, where the Boltons and Freys murdered their guests left the North without a true king. The Lannisters planned to set Roose Bolton as the new Warden of the North. But most of the houses in the north were loyal to the Starks. This created an issue that prevented Roose to expand his territory. But his bastard, Ramsay Snow, had other plans. A plan, if successful, Roose would definitely benefit from. Only if Ramsay succeeds.

Meanwhile in the Dreadfort

Theon Greyjoy was tied to the Bolton cross again. It was a routine that Ramsay had.  Torture his victims. He was cruel to anything alive. But mostly to the ones that prevented him from something. Theon held Winterfell for a while, but thanks to the betrayal of his men, Ramsay could now own Theon. And having Theon was definitely going to be a great leverage in future deals. Especially since Ramsay already changed him into something else. Theon was now Reek. A loyal servant to Ramsay. Afraid of being tortured again, always loyal and serving his master.

Ramsay: "Reek!“

Theon: LYes, master?“

Ramsay: "Have you heard already about the great wedding? Your friend, Robb Stark lost his head during the celebrations, they say“ Ramsay laughed out loud and watched  Theon’s unknowing face.

Ramsay: "Oh, right. You still don’t get it. Your friend, Rob bis dead. Along with the rest of the Starks. You’re free Theon! What do you say?!“

Theon wanted to cry. He loved Robb as his brother. He loved every Stark child as their sibling. But now it was his survival or death. Ramsay called him by his own name. If he would respond to it, he would be tortured again.

Theon: "I am Reek, Master. I am your servant.“

Ramsay: "Good. Since we got that out of the way, there is a great task for you. Me and my father have a problem with reclaiming the north. Some of the houses are, let’s say not understanding our views. We need someone to go persuade them. And I think you are the best man for the job.“

Roose entered the hall. "Are you mad? This THING won’t win us anything.“

Ramsay: "Did you bring his head? Robb’s?“

Roose:“Yes, but do what you must and then we have to send it to Joffrey to Kings Landing. And show HIM to me after you finish.“

Ramsay turned to Theon and smiled while pulling Robb’s head by the hair. He set the head on the table facing Theon. Theon looked away in tears.

Ramsay: “Reek, say hi to your new face. Yes, this will be your new face. At least it won’t be anyone unknown to you. Haha. You’ll be my own Robb Stark. You will persuade all the other families to give up. Understood?“

It hurt Theon to look at Robb’s dead head. His friend was dead. His head right in front of him. And the monster that tormented him wanted to… what was he going to do? Stitch Robb’s face on his own?

Ramsay:“Reeek. I asked you a question. Did you understand?“

Theon:“Yes… master.“

Ramsay laughed and clapped his hands. „Good, now, let’s get your face prepped. We have some other people coming over and we have to be ready.“

Theon screamed as the sharp knife cut through his skin. He felt the blood pouring from his face. He saw some other people arriving to the room. They looked like a group of charlatans. Theon felt as Ramsay pulled on the remaining piece of skin on his face. Theon felt light headed. And everything suddenly turned black.

Ramsay:“Don’t faint, Reek. We’re not done y…“

Theon woke up in bed. In bed for the first time in months. He opened his eyes to see a girl servant, washing his face. He moved away from her

Servant:“I am sorry, sir. I was ordered to take care of your wounds“

Theon:“I am no a sir. I am Reek.“

Servant:“No, sir. You are…“

Ramsay entered the room with a loud shouting: „Enough! Leave our honourable guest. We have  a lot to talk about.“

The servant left the room and Ramsay invited Roose to enter as well. Roose:“Ramsay! We were supposed to send the head to the Kings Landing!“

Ramsay:“Haven’t you heard? They have a king‘s murder to worry about. They won’t care about any bloody head. I made a better use of it.“

Roose got closer to Theon. "I must say you and the others have done a magnificent job. It’s like if he was alive.“

Ramsay:“Thank you father. I believe we are going to use Reek for our benefits wisely.“

Roose left the room and Ramsay turned to Reek:“I suggest you get it over with and go look at yourself in the mirror. They used a bit of magic, so there might be some getting used to. Hahaha“He left with his creepy laugh, locking the door behind him.

Theon didn’t understand what was happening. He got up to look in the mirror like Ramsay told him. A wave of cold washed over Theon as he saw his reflection. It wasn’t his anymore. Instead of his old face, there was now Robb. Ramsay cut off Theon’s face and replaced it with Robb’s. But there must have been something else in the play, as Theon got closer, he noticed other parts of his body being different. There were some minor cut wounds, but they almost healed by now.

Theon took his hand to his face and started crying. He was mourning his brother and now he will spend the rest of his life looking back at him in the mirror.

Ramsay came back the second day and took Theon outside. „We have some important explaining to do, Reek. Even with your new face, you are still Reek. You are only loyal to me, you listen to only my orders. Understood?“

Theon:“Yes, master.“

Ramsay:“I order you to pretend to be Robb Stark. You will go persuade with me your old vassals. Only when the two of us are alone, you will respond to Reek. Whenever we will be with other men, you will respond to Robb. Understood?“

Theon:“Yes, master.“

Ramsay:“And after you convince them, you will declare ME the true ruler of the north. Not my father. Understood?“

Theon was silent for a while. Declaring Ramsay would be the ultimate betrayal to his home, to Ned Stark, to Robb. He has to avenge them

Ramsay:“Understood?!?“

Theon:“Yes, master.“ He responded now more confident than before, ready to get back his old home. He wasn’t there to save Robb, but he can pretend to be him and win his old home back from the usurpers.

Another anonymous request from inbox

Set in Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire: After the red wedding, house Bolton uses some sort of magic to mind control Theon and transform him into Robb Stark. They make him show himself and have him declare the Boltons the true rulers of the north.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tizniz and @sibylsleaves

thanks darlins <3

here's some of my big bang fic which i can start sharing now yayyy! ive lovingly dubbed it my eddie + wanting fic

For the first time since Eddie buried himself in Buck’s neck like a child, he turns away from the other man in shame.

Buck makes some kind of noise, a little hurt whine that makes Eddie’s heart shrivel up in his chest, but Buck doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t try to get Eddie to look at him again. He just gets up from the table and pads softly to the kitchen then comes back with a full glass of water which he sets down in front of Eddie.

Eddie swallows thickly and smacks his lips a little, suddenly so terribly aware of the dryness of his mouth. This small act–the tender care of it and the show of how well Buck knows him–is enough to get Eddie to lift his weary eyes and gather enough strength to twist his expression into a question.

“Drink,” Buck says quietly, gesturing to the glass with a wave of his finger. “Crying like that–I know how thirsty it can make you.”

He doesn’t know how Buck does it. How does he say something so simple but so meaningful? How does he acknowledge what he witnessed without making Eddie feel horrible or pathetic while also letting Eddie know that he’s not alone?

If there were any tears left in him, they would tumble out now, probably in even bigger sobs, all catastrophic and heaving, but there’s none, so Eddie just nods and picks up the glass.

The stark, brisk cold smoothness of the water against his dry, tattered mouth is so good. Eddie drinks and drinks and drinks, large gulps that make his lungs burn because he can barely breathe.

“Slow,” Buck admonishes.

Eddie obeys, grateful for the care but more so for the orders, because at the very least that’s something he can do, he can follow orders and at the end of the day he just wants someone to tell him what to do so he doesn’t have to decide, so he doesn’t have the option of fucking up.

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[my-introverted-self]

I have some conflicting feelings about Oliver Stark right now. Not regarding his portrayal of the character (he’s doing a great job) but 1) his views of said character, his journey, growth and potential, 2) the ways he chooses to express and word those views.

Disclaimer: I admit these feelings of mine may be a bit misguided/overexaggerated at the moment for obvious reasons. Just ranting about what irks me. No hatred or accusations towards Oliver.

What rubs me the wrong way about all his interviews after 8x06 is his pure excitement, joy and strong desire for Buck to explore his bisexuality in fun ways with total disregard of how it came to be and what he already experienced (yeah I’m talking about his first queer relationship). He seems to be absolutely thrilled to immediately move onto the next fun (that’s the reoccurring theme) adventures. No genuine interest, engagement, reflection, empathy or gratitude regarding bucktommy arc during or after.

Since s7 there was a lot of talk about Buck figuring himself out after discovering he’s bi and it was said repeatedly loud and clear that it’s about Buck only. I get that Buck is the main and it’s no doubt his very personal journey that doesn’t need to be diminished to or overshadowed by someone else. But why was it so important for OS to completely isolate the story from Tommy (first queer LI) in his narrative, while other characters’ significance to the story (mostly their support) was mentioned regularly? Why his speculations and wishes for exploration couldn’t be interwoven into bucktommy arc? Why Tommy was never considered as means to/guidance/support/contradiction for the desired exploration (be it self-exploration, romantic/sexual/relationship dynamics, being part of the community, experiencing struggles etc)? I’m not talking about OS influencing the script, promoting the ship, going out of his way to defend it or speak out on any issues. I’m talking about opening up to opportunities of current canon relationship in terms of its impact on character development and not disregarding the whole thing as if it didn’t exist or mattered.

I guess I’m just confused what bi exploration and development exactly OS wants for Buck? Why could it only be done with single Buck? Why didn’t we see anything like that to this point and now it’s the logical next step as if Tommy was a nuisance the whole time (wasn’t important in bi realization and didn’t allow for fun adventures to take place during the arc). Why now OS rhetoric changes from distant and indifferent to anticipating and excited? He was so “honoured and humbled” with bi arc and talked about importance and intention of handling it with care, but now it’s just a fumbled relationship with no importance to it, quick recovery time and free way for bi Buck to sex it up both ways. That’s the development? I’m upset and baffled…

! Not blaming him for the actual plot (hoping he didn’t have anything to do with how it turned out), only thrown off by his perspective (at least the way it was perceived by me).

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

He also gave us a heads up about episode 5 he literally said you all gonna hate it and spoiled it even Tim spoiled it and I was like Omg??? Because you go back to their interviews previous the episode they both spoiled it they just knew we will hate it but at least it had buddie but like it was weird cause we all saw that evidently Eddie and Tommy were not friends tbh for me because Eddie is good at clocking people even if he didn’t clocked Tommy I think after Buck told him yeah he is gay Eddie thought ohhh shit he tried to date me before Buck and decided to keep it quiet because it’s awful but it was giving that vibe and even the break up makes you think ohh he so knows Buck wanted Eddie all along and that Eddie wants Buck as well and he only dated Buck for nothing and they cut a lot of scenes of Tommy HAHAHA and I’m like thank you Tim even tho idk if yall remember that L*u was telling people on cameo the kiss was Eddie and Tommy and that man went and say that and also said Ryan asked for not to do that plot and then like someone also from the directors kind of say it was his say that it wasn’t between Eddie and Tommy because Eddie is a complex character and it made more sense that Buck was ok instantly with being queer and then Tim went and say the plan all along was to make Buck bi but they didn’t know with who so to the delulus saying shit about how cute BT is and how meant to be they still are Tim literally said we almost didn’t even make him be with Tommy also can we point out how Buck really wanted to not date people from calls because he knows they always end wrong and he literally dated someone basically from a call because he meet Tommy that way kinda ish saving bathena so like I see a pattern then and I love how Tim really said shut up to the delulus trash talking Eddie Diaz/Ryan Guzman like both are people’s princess the fact even in season 4 when he wasn’t friends with anyone because of defending his ex wife everyone was mad that Tim was killing off Eddie the fact they all were like are you seriously killing Eddie and we all know Oliver stark was the first one to text Tim like that man hated Ryan but his love for Eddie was superior and now look at them they really imitate art and went in a divorce era in real life

Thanks nonny. This makes me feel all kinds of ways. I love Oliver for saying those things. I can’t imagine if Tim had actually killed off Ryan/Eddie in 4x14. That would’ve SUCKED BIG TIME!

And then we wouldn’t have ever had the Buckley-Diaz family back ever.

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 54

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE

Author’s note: Slight TRIGGER WARNING for this chapter. Nothing explicit though.

SOTR SPOILER ALERT!!

Did you guys read the new Sunrise on the reaping chapter 1 excerpt? Excited and/or freaked out? 😉 What did you think of the new details and the new canon names?

We won’t get a Leonore Donner for Maysilee’s sister but at least we got Lenore Dove for Haymitch’s girl, so that’s close enough. 😊 You might notice there’s a tiny none-spoiling easter egg from SOTR in this chapter. See if you find it. 😉 END OF SOTR SPOILER!

I also wanted to remind you of the edit I did like a year ago: Haymitch only slept with two people in his life in this fic. His girl and Effie Trinket. So, no drunken Capitol hookups with strangers during the Games for our beloved mentor. This builds on what Haymitch told Katniss during Finnick’s propo in Mockingjay, about F being sold while H wasn’t.

I will be reading SOTR with my heart in my throat for yet another reason, because what if Haymitch lied about it? There’s a very real possibility that he did, but hell it never even crossed my mind before (kudos to @effieotto for bringing that headcanon into light on Tumblr recently) but still, this 2012-born and 2015-published story will follow what Haymitch said in the trilogy. It’s too much to go back and change it now, again.

Chapter 54, All we used to be

“Have you slept with a lot of men?”

The honesty behind the question was so Haymitch. Effie had to admit she appreciated his direct ways. His ability to ask something deeply personal without any trace of judgement. Direct, yet compassionate. A rare gift in a world filled with sharp tongues and no mercy.

Seated comfortably against the pillow fort she’d made of the bed, Effie reached for her cup of milk. Warm milk with spices.

Save for the woolen blanket and the soft, knitted socks – all “borrowed” from Haymitch’s guestroom – she was stark naked.

Fingers curled around the handle of the mug as she contemplated her answer.

“Yes … and no.” She warmed her hand against the china. Sought comfort in its gentle heat since she didn’t have Haymitch’s body at her disposal. Only his voice over the phone. “I mean, by district standards, I guess so. But if you ask someone like Plutarch or Flavius or Fulvia Cardew, they’ll tell you I’m a complete bore.”

“Ever been with a woman?”

“Um … once or twice.”

“You and Annabel?”

“No”, laughed Effie. “Although it was her stories that made me want to try. A lot of people in the Capitol are bi. Or pan. Cressida for instance. But Annabel, she’s been into women exclusively, from the get-go. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who loves lady parts as much as she does. She’s always been very vocal about it too, so naturally I was curious. And it was nice. No question about it. Women are gorgeous. I don’t fancy myself 100 % straight, but I’m afraid I do love men too much, for some reason. And those earth-rattling orgasms Annabel spoke about, I only ever experienced them with you.”

“Oh, you poor girl”, Haymitch yawned. “If I’m the best you’ve ever had, I feel sorry for ya. I really do.”

They were several days into April now. The air crisp with the freshness of spring. At daybreak – in just a few short hours – a delicate blush of pink and lavender would spread across the Capitol skyline, chased by the golden warmth of the sun.

The lingering touch of winter was still present, but it was like the breeze grew more playful than harsh this time of year. Snowmelt from the mountains fed the rivers and streams and there were budding leaves everywhere.

Yes, Effie loved springtime! Always had. She only wished Haymitch had been here to share it all.

Or better yet, that she and the twins could visit him.

A proper stay in District 12. For Amy and Ian’s birthday at the very latest.

Their second.

She would have liked to go as early as May. For Katniss. Effie positively itched to plan the girl something special for her big big big day.

But she wasn’t so clueless that she didn’t realize it would be a thankless job. Pearls before swine, honestly. Katniss would just run for the hills, well the woods. Her and Buttercup. They’d hide out there for all of May 8.

And Haymitch said Katniss and Peeta were thinking about going to District 4 anyway. They hadn’t seen Mrs. Everdeen in ages. Nor Annie, Johanna and Finn.

But even without a party, Effie had bought her a gift at least. One Katniss might actually value.

Seeds. For her and Peeta’s vegetable garden. Several neat packets, ready to use. Carrot seeds. Seeds for tomatoes. Peas, radish, lettuce. Boxes of spices too, for cooking. Cans of condensed milk and some fine, organic ground cocoa. So that the girl may brew a pot of the hot chocolate she loved so much.

All district brands. Nothing that said Capitol. She didn’t want to upset the girl on her own birthday.

Effie had herself a final sip of milk and settled the cup on the nightstand.

“Why is that such an odd concept?” she said, in answer to Haymitch’s earlier statement. “You being a great lover?”

“Cause I didn’t know shit before you”, Haymitch said. “You had to teach me everything.”

“That’s how I know, silly”, Effie said. “You were willing to do the work. And I didn’t teach you everything, mind you. Only roughly 80 % of it. Sex isn’t some innate gift. It takes practice. At least you admitted you were clueless. Most men won't. At least not the ones I’ve met. And the more conventionally attractive, the worse they are in bed for some reason. It’s like they don’t have to try as hard. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to polish myself off in the shower after cutting a guy short because he was so bad at it.”

“Picky.”

“100 %. If a man can’t be bothered to find my clit, even when offered a map and compass, I’d rather just get up and make myself a sandwich instead. Much more satisfying. And just so we’re clear”, she added, “you were never bad. ‘Room for improvement’ does not equal ‘awful’. Even when you were so butterfingered it was positively endearing, I loved the things you did to me. And our bed lessons remain some of the best conversations I’ve ever had in my life. ‘For REAL??’” She mimicked his voice, chuckling. “That’s my all time favorite. When I told you the clitoris is twice as sensitive as the head of the penis.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember that.”

“You even got me off without your fingers for aid, our first time. That really floored me. Because up until then, I just barely knew I could come from a guy’s thrusting alone. Then again”, she couldn’t help but tease, “pining for each other, year after year after year, certainly work as a brilliant form of foreplay. All that pent-up sexual energy. And I love that, ever since we became lovers, it’s become a dare of sorts. You wanting to outdo yourself, every time.”

“Mm, you certainly made sure I didn’t excel with any of your fellow neighbors.”

“Come again?”

“Well, did you or did you not cockblock me all throughout the Games?”

The words curled Effie’s lips.

“That I did. And would again. No need to thank me or anything.”

“No, of course not. Who wouldn’t wanna die a fucking nun?”

“You’re no nun!” Effie laughed. “What do you call this? A prayer circle? And let’s be honest here. We both know you didn’t really want to sleep with any of those women. Right?”

“How would I know?” Haymitch said. “I hardly remember ‘em, do I?”

“That’s exactly my point”, Effie retorted. “If you’re so blind drunk you get blackouts, you have no business getting naked with someone in the first place. As I’ve already told you. A hundred times.”

“I really didn’t get any tail back then? Not even once?”

“Correct.”

”How the fuck did you pull that off?”

“Language.”

“I’m like twice your size, Eff. Why didn’t I just … throw you over one shoulder, lock you away in a closet?”

“I’d like to see you try, mister.”

“You called the peacekeepers on her? On me?”

“No. Well, yes. Sometimes. But I knew a better way. A more effective course of action to get you back to the penthouse safely.”

“Alright. Enlighten me then. How’d you do it?”

“Easy”, Effie beamed. “Piece of cake. Whenever you were drunk and confused and some lady drooled over you, getting you drinks and refused to take no for an answer – my no, that was – I just pulled you aside and said, ‘Alright, Haymitch. If you need it that badly, I will sleep with you’.”

“Really?”

“And boy did it light a fire under your butt! I had to hold you by the scruff of the neck, waiting for the elevator, or else you would’ve scrambled those twelve stairs on all fours. My poor sweet. So excited. Every time. You pulled me by the hand, into your room. There you started squeezing me and cover my neck with sloppy swamp kisses, only to stop short when you realized I didn’t reciprocate. ‘You don’t wanna get it on, Eff!’ you whined. ‘I never said I did’, I replied. ‘But I am an escort so …’”

“… ‘so I guess I must accept this as part of my job description’”, Haymitch filled in, remembering. “Damn! How many times did you pull that trick on me, Trinket?”

“Oh, too many to count. Because it worked like a charm. Bulletproof! I knew you could never sleep with someone who didn’t want to sleep with you. No matter how drunk you were. And I also knew that in your current state, you’d never find your way back there again. Not without my help. You were so sulky about your ruined one-nighter anyway, you just collapsed on the bed and passed out and I made sure you didn’t sleep with your shoes on.”

“Well played, sir. Well played.”

“Thank you”, Effie grinned with an elegant bow. But she quickly sobered. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. The thought that someone might take advantage of you while you were passed out drunk – I couldn’t bear it. Had you asked me come morning: ‘Remember that woman last night? What’s her name? Can you get me her number?’ then it would have been another situation entirely. But you never did.”

“Course not.” Haymitch drew a deep sigh. “Alright. Fine. You win, sweetheart. You’re the only piece of Capitol ass I’ve ever really wanted to put my hands on.”

“Oh, God”, Effie grimaced but giggled. “That’s so cute and gross at the same time.”

She gave a light stretch. Glanced at the alarm clock. Goodness, it was so late. Or early. She would fall asleep at the breakfast table.

“Did we …”, Effie said but trailed off.

“What?”

“Well … if you don’t mind me asking … was I your first? I wasn’t, was I?”

“No.”

“Then what did you see in me? Why was I so special?” Feeling the conversation treading onto dangerous ground – lots of emotional mines hidden in the soil - she answered herself quickly. “Well, I am exceptionally attractive. Classy too.”

“Don’t do that”, Haymitch said. Serious now. “That’s not the reason and you know it.”

“I don’t know it.”

Silence. Five seconds. Ten.

“It’s because …” He paused again. And just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer, he said, “Because when I’m with ya, and all my other bullshit calms down, you make me feel like ‘life’ … maybe isn’t just a sentence I have to serve.”

“Oh, Haymitch …”

“Yeah … and you’re super fine. Especially without your clothes on.”

Effie laughed.

“Preaching to the choir, handsome.”

She tugged the blanket tighter around herself. Snuggled in.

“Can you play something? Something lovely, just for me?”

“No”, Haymitch groaned.

“Why not?” she said, unable to hide her disappointment.

“You conk out whenever I play.”

“No, I don’t! Not all the time. And tonight, I am extraordinarily rested.”

”You say that, then two minutes in you’re snoring your little head off.”

“No, no, no. Not if I really really try. I’ll enjoy it, sitting upright in a chair. You can’t fall asleep, sitting upright in a chair. Please, Haymitch. Pretty please, with strawberries on top? I bore you two children. What’s one teeny tiny little song?”

“Oh God”, Haymitch groaned. “How long are you gonna milk that?”

But he indulged her. He always did.

“Fuck the floor’s cold.” The old boards creaked on his way to the nursery – where the grand piano lived. “The things I endure for ya.”

“What happened to the socks I bought you?” Effie asked. “What does it matter if they’re pink? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Pink’s fine. They’re itchy.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Oh, OK.” She could practically hear him roll his eyes.

“Alright, alright. I’ll talk with Hazelle. See if I can order some of the ones she make.”

Wrapped in her blanket, Effie got out of bed too. As promised. Her eyes lingered on the hard chair, by the table under the window, and then she sank into the welcoming embrace of the rocking chair instead, feet tucked in beneath her.

She adored this piece of furniture. Had had it for as long as she could remember because, miraculously, it survived the war.

When she was little, it was her pirate ship in full storm.

As she grew older, she used it for reading. Glamorous fashion by-monthlies, several publications about architecture and her beloved Capitol Girl Magazine.

And later, when she had children of her own – Alex, Amy, Ian – it was the perfect place for nursing. Because if there was one thing her three babies had had in common, it was that they loved the gentle rocking of the chair, when settled to her breast.

While she was still pregnant it was a good place for resting too. Her back. Her swollen ankles.

And then there was Haymitch. All the memories connected to him.

One day, while they were still going out, she made the bad decision of telling him all about her reading habits in that very chair.

“A spot of tea, a blanket, a fresh magazine that I’m the first to ever leaf through. It’s become a holy ritual of sorts.”

Big mistake. You didn’t share such tidbits with Haymitch Abernathy. He never let you live it down.

Because the next day, when she tried to do just that – rocking chair, blanket, tea, magazine – Haymitch stalked in and out of the room at least ten times. Dressed in nothing but a pair of underpants she bought him, with lemon wedges stamped across his butt, and some pretend excuse on his lips.

“Sorry, looking for my razor.”

“Sorry, I reckon this bedspread looks nicer than the old one, yeah?”

“Sorry, my hands are a little dry, I just came for my bottle of lotion.”

“You don’t own a bottle of lotion!” she finally said, fed up. “Get dressed, it’s almost noon!”

“Why? You fuckin’ love this, can’t get enough of it.” He gestured toward his hairy chest, pouchy belly and even hairier legs. Head tilted, he eyed the magazine. “Ooh, is that Capitol Cowturd?”

”Couture!” Effie exclaimed. “Capitol Couture, not … hey, get off! You’re squashing me!”

But she spoke to deaf ears. Haymitch had flopped down on her lap and now made himself comfortable. With one arm around her shoulders, he flipped through the pages with his free hand.

“This magazine’s so relevant”, he said in awe. “Thank God you have a three-year subscription.”

“Don’t make fun”, Effie said and gave his shoulder a playful slap. She squirmed under his weight. Groaned.  “Goodness. Have you been in the cookie jar again? I can’t feel my legs. You will turn them all black and blue. Can you get off me, please?”

“Nope. I like it here.”

“I didn’t even get a kiss”, she pouted. “I always kiss you when I’m on your lap.”

Haymitch grinned and immediately let go of the magazine. Cupped her cheek instead.

But their lips had barely grazed for a second kiss, before his hand darted to her waist and tickled her in the side.

“Stop!” Effie squeaked. A sound that immediately deteriorated into a mad giggle. Haymitch’s fingers flew over her ribs, to all her sensitive spots and Effie smacked his hand away, laughing. “Manners!” The magazine dropped to the floor and she pulled him to his feet, toward the bed. “I’ll show you how to treat a lady properly!"

Haymitch grinned.

“Yeah, you will!"

“OK.” His voice fluttered to her from over the phone. The stool groaned as he settled in front of the piano. Flexed his fingers until the joints popped. “Whatcha wanna hear, sweetheart?”

“Oh, everything you play is delightful”, Effie said. “You pick. Maybe something fitting tonight’s mood?”

“Alright.” A moment’s pause. Effie could just picture him, in the twins’ glade of a nursery, fingers poised over the ivories.

She nestled deeper into the comforting embrace of the chair. It creaked softly with every sway and she closed her eyes.

To enjoy Haymitch’s music to the fullest. Not because she was sleepy.

And Haymitch played. Just for her. By your side. She recognized the song from the radio. Tender and slow, like the opening of a love letter.

The screen of her phone glowed faintly as the melody unfolded. Swelled. Filled the bedroom, and her heart.

Music that told her of what still lay unspoken, in the spaces between their words. Each note a whisper of reassurance. A promise that they were never truly apart.

The rocking chair swayed with a soothing rhythm. A cradle of comfort. Drowsiness settled over Effie as her breathing grew slow and steady.

Before long, she let out a contented sigh. Surrendered to the gentle pull of sleep – where dreams were peaceful and free of fear.

The wick of the last candle, now a mere stub, struggled to keep the flame alive. It panted with a quiet determination, but the shadows crept closer.

And then, with one final, faint flicker the flame surrendered. A wisp of smoke curled gracefully toward the ceiling, before it vanished as well.

Author’s note: Oh, those poor sweethearts, living in a soap bubble of happiness.

By your side is a real song. Performed by Sade. Haymitch’s love serenade is a slower, longer rendition of a piano version I heard on YouTube. “Sade – By Your Side, Piano Cover” by YifanMusic.

The lyrics are absolutely lovely, and very fitting I think, for both Haymitch and Effie’s heart of hearts.

[romanoffsbish]

Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

——

"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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[dairexx]

Daisy Johnson, aka Quake. Probably the most bisexual character besides Tony Stark in the (she's not actually in, shit!) MCU.

And yes, that's a headcanon, I know. But that's why I'm writting this.

Welcome everyone to:

How I imagine Daisy Johnson as a Bi icon Pt 1

(Plus some Skimmons because I couldn't keep my hand).

Ok, so. I think anyone who has seen Aos and is gay has noticed the heavy queerbating in this series, and although I enjoyed these scenes mostly imprinted in comedy without any problem and accept the straight couples, you can't tell me that the bus kids aren't all, at least!, bisexuals (no hate to the canon couples, by the way. I really, really love Fitzsimmons, Philinda and I'm serius when I say that Daisy and Lincoln will haunt me forever).

So yes. They're bi. That's canon to me, and if you have any doubts, you will not get answers here. This is just my personal opinion and thoughts. Besides, most of these headcanons will be about Daisy with women, because we've already had a lot of her with guys on the show. We need Daisy kissing girls, thank you!

That being said, today we'll be focusing on the one and only Quake. But first, just a quick disclaimer: These are purely headcanons based on the Agents of Shield series. I have absolutely no knowledge of Daisy in the comics, and while I plan to change that soon, today is not that day. 🤷‍♂️ Also, this is dedicated to a very specific group of people, so if you don't like it or disagree, that's totally fine (yay!) as long as you don't attack me or anyone else for it (boo).

Now yes, here it is:

1. First encounter with it.

Look, Daisy (or as she was called at the time, Skye), had a very hard life. With SHIELD watching over her from the shadows and her totally unaware of this, believing that no one really wanted her, I can totally see her running off to fool around with boys. She is young, probably too young to experience all those things at the same time (cause, you know, teenagers like to rush and grow up fast), and she does all this stuff, dating guys, sleeping in their cars for a few days, having sex and maybe falling in love with one of them every now and then. But she knows what she's doing, ¿Right? At least she thinks she does.

But then something odd happens to her. I bet it's probably at some kind of bonfire at one of her friends' houses, because yeah they're still teenagers, but Skye always was a bit alternative and that was a clear no for a club. So it's just getting drunk at some house party, breaking or setting something on fire just because, and Skye kissing some guy at some point during the night.

Only no boys really catch her eye, so she just hangs out with her friends. And then this girl comes along, a little older than her but not too much, who's a friend of a friend of a friend, and... you know, she's just there. And she has this cute lip piercing, and her hair, wow, her hair. Skye just wants to run her fingers through it. But at the same time, this girl is nothing special really, like, she's not dressed too flashy, just a tank top under a worn, old shirt. But Skye can't stop looking at her and thinking: Fuck, she's so pretty.

The girl notices, of course. And she realizes that this kid who keeps staring at her might actually be interesting, so at some point she sits down next to her and starts chatting with Skye. It turns out they don't have much in common besides music and clothes, but Skye laughs at all of her jokes and feels an incessant fluttering in the middle of her stomach. She's kind of drunk, so she chalks it up to that. But then the girl drags her into the bathroom and they make out for what seems like hours, and the girl keeps calling Skye adorable and cute, and normally she doesn't really care when guys say things like that about her, but now she's blushing like a 13 year old girl and It doesn't make any sense.

2. How she found she's 🏳️‍🌈

It happens, actually, the next day.

After that it's a blur, but she knows she didn't sleep with her. But when she wakes up she can only question the interaction. I mean, sure, they kissed and she enjoyed it, but that doesn't automatically make her gay or anything. Like, come on now, every girl Skye's ever met has kissed another girl at least once. It doesn't mean anything. Plus, she still likes guys.

She likes the way it feels to kiss them, she likes the thick skin under her fingers and the smell of men's perfume. But now she can't stop thinking about pretty hair, small hands on her waist and soft lips without a poorly trimmed beard, and the damn piercing against her mouth. And remember, Skye was raised in a Catholic environment. How could this be happening to her? It's not possible to her, and now she's freaking out a little.

But then Skye is a kid again, not only that, but suddenly she is Mary Sue Poots and she's at Saint Agnes' again, and the nuns are scaring the little ones with that speech she's always hated. "The wrath of God", they used to say. As if the nuns did not contradict themselves by saying that also God was love.

So yeah, she's a little bit a mess about it. And it probably will be for a few months.

It makes her feel vulnerable, to be honest, and she doesn't like feeling that way. But then!, then something funny happens, because Skye gets really angry. How does Saint Agnes continue to torment her after all this time? Come on!, She is no longer a kid, she is not weak or afriad and she's not Mary anymore. So she does what she does best: She uses her laptop and investigates.

It turns out that God is love. Or at least Skye wants to keep that phrase from her childhood to herself. She also finds a curious word: Bisexual.

She doesn't know if that will even help her, but it's a step somewhere. Besides, the flag is pretty (point for the gays).

3. Jemma Simmons.

Boom, she's 25 now! She's quite an adult, and she's very confident and has already fully accepted her sexuality by this time. Skye is now proud and likes to have a good time regardless of who she is with. She has dated a lot of girls and guys at this point, and has this cute heart-shaped bi flag taped to her laptop and even has a strap now. There's nothing she can be afraid of, she already had her sexual crisis at seventeen, thank you very much.

But then she screws up and somehow ends up at SHIELD. All the shit happens with her ex-boyfriend and rising tide and, wow, now she's actually working here? And for these people? Sick.

And look, maybe it's the fact that she's stuck 24/7 on a plane with a reduced number of people, but she still doesn't mind working for SHIELD, not when there's the pure, lovely Jemma Simmons. Oh, Skye is going to have a great time corrupting her. Hear, Skye's all grown up now. She's become quite the tease and flirt over the last few years, especially once she stopped getting tongue-tied over pretty girls. So of course she didn't waste the chance to flirt with the nerdy, British girl of her age. Never seriously of course. Just to have fun and pass the time.

But the thing is, they've become friends over the past few months, and Skye really enjoys her company despite everything. Plus, Jemma seems to have caught on quickly to Skye's flirtatious nature, so she rebuffed any attempts at anything in the most hilarious and awkward ways. Man, Jemma was hilarious and adorable. Skye loves it

So yeah, they quickly fell into a routine. Skye would sneak into the lab, flirt, and then just bug Simmon to explain whatever he was working on. Or maybe she'd just use her laptop, or phone on silent, and that would be all. And that would be great. Really.

Which was weird. Skye doesn't normally constantly seek out people's attention, she hasn't done it in years and it feels weird. She feels like a child who constantly needs attention and to be seen.

Then she freaks out. Like, really freaks out. And she does what she does best (not computers, the other thing): Bingo!, she starts avoiding Jemma. I mean, who needs friends, right? This is just work. So Skye is suddenly everywhere on the bus except the lab. And Jemma... To be honest, she doesn't notice at first. There's always noise on the bus, there are always missions and things to do, and there's always Fitz finishing her sentences (and sometimes even her thoughts) at her side.

But then, probably several days later, one night (very late at night) Jemma can't help but notice the annoying silence around her. Fitz had just gone to sleep and she feels restless, uncomfortable. Why is it so quiet and she can't concentrate? What is missing? What-?

"Oh", she realizes. Skye.

Jemma suddenly feels very embarrassed. She has done something wrong and she didn't even have the decency to notice that Skye was avoiding her for it. Now conscious, Jemma (being the little ball of anxiety that she is) begins to chase Skye around like a kicked puppy. And what the fuck. Skye has no idea what to do. Is Jemma really hurt by this? I mean, sure, Skye is nice and sociable, but people don't want her like that. That's just how things work. So why? Why does Jemma seem desperate to talk to her and hang out?

"I thought you didn't care," Skye finally confesses, looking at Jemma with more curiosity than pain (although it is there too).

And Jemma can't believe she just said that so easily, so she gets piss off. "Of course I care about you, you daft woman! Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to work without the sound of you typing away on your laptop? Or laughing at something on Twitter? Or—"

And Skye kind of blushes. Just like that, out of nowhere. And she feels her breath hitch before she bursts out laughing, which makes Jemma piss off even more now, and starts ranting about how if Skye had a problem with her, she had to tell her so they could talk about it and fix it, so Jemma could finally go back to work normally.

"You know what my problem is?" Skye, still laughing, asked. Jemma, her cheeks red with annoyance, shook her head. "That you're adorable, Jemma Simmons."

4. When she falls in love.

Okay, so. Skye has been here before, she recognizes the feeling ... And did you see how she was bragging about her game and her strap a few paragraphs ago? Well, Skye, who used to be a mess around pretty girls, turns into one again when she had a crush, or worse, when she falls in love.

So now I hope you can imagine Skye's despair when she realizes she has a crush on Jemma. Because, come on, Skye!, you can't fall for your coworker who happens to be the only other girl your age on a fucking plane. Sure, I mean, Jemma is stunning, not only that, she's super smart and endearing, plus she smiles at everything (literally everything) and she's also kind of super hot when she gets angry, and when she wears her lab coat and doesn't leave the lab for days until she has that messy ponytail and... Oh god, who is she kidding. She's fucked.

But the thing is, she's doing okay for a while, getting back into her routine with Jemma, finding out more things about her (like that she's a terrible liar, that she loves bugs, and that she had scoliosis as a kid). But then she starts to stumble, literally and figuratively. It's like her damn feet can't coordinate every time she hears Jemma's voice, or every time she smiles (have I mentioned that Simmons does that a lot?), or only exists three meters from her. It's pathetic.

And she also completely loses her game. Whereas before she flirted with Jemma as easily as she could breathe, now Skye is a mess of meaningless words, with most of her stuttering ending with "pretty". Because Jemma is pretty, but damn Skye, you can do better than that.

It gets worse when, one night, the younger members of the bus settle down on the couch with some beer cans and start talking about exes. Skye isn't quite sure how they get to this point, but everyone ends up getting a little tipsy and sharing details, even Ward.

Ward has so far admitted that he only had two serious girlfriends who ended up pretty badly due to his job, and that he had several casual encounters before he was sent to this team. Jemma chuckles, still mysterious about which type of guys she's dated despite her bringing up the subject. It's just as Fitz is about to speak and Skye almost leans forward (curious to know what kind of girls he's dated), which Jemma chuckles again and nudges her friend.

"Oh, do you remember Tom? He was so sweet with you."

"Jemma!" Fitz groans, sinking into his seat. "Don't make me remember him. I can't look at robotics the same way I have since then."

Skye blinks owlishly, staring at the man with her mouth open. "You're into dudes?" She hears Ward snort from beside her, as if it's obvious and she ignores him.

Fitz looks at her, almost regaining sobriety when, as an impulse of protection (or maybe his usual sarcasm), asks Skye. "You're not?"

Skye feels her jaw slacken even further, and then she feels Grant's amused gaze on her, but also Jemma's, who is studying her like a mission report sheet and god, she feels stupid. She's already accepted her sexuality, although if she's honest she doesn't remember coming out to anyone but herself.

At the silence, Jemma frowns a little. Protectively, she asks with a slightly pointed look. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What-!? No, no, of course not!" Skye practically yells, completely panicked. "Me too! I mean... Shit, yeah I like guys too, but girls... girls too. I'm bi?"

Jemma's shoulders relax, clearly relieved. Then she asks amused. "Are you asking me?"

Skye groans, sinking into her seat. "No, I'm... I'm bi."

Fitz leans forward, laughing, but still sympathetic as he gives Skye a small pat on the thigh to comfort her. "Thank you for telling us."

Skye just sighs, closing her eyes. "Sure, Fitz."

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Aaand this is where we end up. I'll write the second part soon, probably about what Skye would be like dating Jemma, and also what Skye would be like if she's in love with Bobbi. For now I offer you this honest work, and I say goodbye with the promise of continuing to write things like this with other MCU characters. If you have any character you want, please tell me. Although I have already prepared do something like this with Natasha.

I think this will be like some kind of a section, which I decided to call Marvel Gay Icons.

Anyway, if you've made it this far, wow! Thanks. I hope you enjoyed whatever this is, and also hope to hear from you soon.

Bye until the next time.

With love, Dai.

[siriuslydaz3d]

Home || Peter Quill

Summary: Peter goes home

Warnings: Uhh none, I think?

AN) this is a rewrite of something I did after Endgame! if you enjoy, please let me know! Also yes, there’s a reference to his bisexuality because fuck it, we need bi rep and so many people forget Peter Jason Quill is bisexual. 

Peter looked down at the stack of letters he had been writing for (Y/N). He felt nervous, guilty even for returning after all these years. He hadn’t purposely left, he was abducted. He isn’t even sure if she remembers him. Was it possible?

To (Y/N) August 1989

The oldest letter in the stack, written the year after he was taken. It explained what his life was like now. Telling her about his first year in space. Asking her what it was like in 4th grade. Apologizing for being gone. Promising to see her as soon as he could. An ‘I love you always’ sloppily written at the bottom as he rushed to finish it.

To (Y/N) October 1990

10 year old Peter wished her a happy halloween, asking her what’s popular on Earth. The ramblings of a child excited about being gifted his very own spaceship. He made it a point to tell her it was named after Alyssa Milano. He told her all about Yondu and the ravagers.

He wrote to her at least once a year. His handwriting slowly improved as he aged. He smiled down at the aged stacks of paper, thinking back fondly to his childhood. Peter shuffled through the letters, quickly glancing at the dates on each of them.

To (Y/N) May 2006

To (Y/N) July 2012

To (Y/N) August 2014

To (Y/N) November 2014

He paused on that one. November 2014. He wrote about his relationship with Gamora. He wrote about how he met his biological father, who just happened to be a planet. He wrote about the death of said father, and the death of the father that actually raised him. Yondu. 

To (Y/N) April 2023

The most recent one. He’d written it after they’d all returned. He wrote about the death of Gamora. He wrote about battling Thanos on Titan. He wrote about being back on Earth, about the massive battle in New York. He wrote about Tony Stark’s private funeral. He wrote about wanting to see her.

Peter organized the letters back in the original order. He’d asked Pepper for help, giving her what information he had on his childhood friend in hopes of tracking her down. Pepper had come through with plenty of information. (Y/N) actually lived in New York. She worked from home in IT. She was single. She had survived the blip. He was just down the street from her apartment, nerves taking over as he looked in the direction of her home. He took a deep breath, and continued down the street. Peter chewed on his lip as he knocked on her door. A faint ‘Just a minute!’ could be heard from the otherside, and at that moment, it took everything in him not to run away.

The door opened. “Hi, can I help you?” She spoke, his blood running cold and his throat felt tight. 

“You’re totally not going to believe this, but it’s me, (Y/N).” Peter rushed, causing her to raise her eyebrow. “I’m back. I-I’m Peter. Peter Quill from Missouri.” 

“This isn’t funny. I don’t know how you know about my connection to him-” She started, but Peter was quick to cut her off. 

“When you were in kindergarten, you got in trouble for having a pocket of worms. I got in trouble with you because I ate one of them in class. Nastiest taste in the world, but it amused you.” He chuckled, running his fingers over the envelopes. “If that didn’t convince you, I remember the huge crush you had on Mark Hamill after we watched Star Wars. I bullied you for ages about it.” 

“Peter..” She whispered, hand coming to cover her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him. “It’s been 35 years, where the fuck have you been?” 

Peter stuck the worn pile of envelopes out in front of him. “Funny enough, these probably explain it better than I could. I wrote to you frequently. I’m gonna be completely honest, I wasn't even sure if I was ever coming back. I was convinced I was wasting time, but y’know all the funky shit that happened kinda forced me back.” 

(Y/N) took them and flicked through the pile. “I never stopped looking for you. When they said you disappeared, I went looking everywhere we’d gone. I thought you’d just run away, but rumors began that maybe you’d died and I just.. I knew you weren’t dead.” Her eyes met his face and she smiled. “I’ve missed you, dumbass.” 

Peter stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her as they stood there in an embrace. “I’m sorry for leaving, and again, you won’t believe this but I’ve got a pretty insane reputation in space.” 

The woman pulled away and raised her eyebrow at him. “What? Peter.. You mean outer space right? Like up there?” She asked him, pointing up at the sky. He nodded, a childish grin plastered on his face. 

“Ask me about my reputation.” 

“I’m afraid to know.” She sighed. 

“C’mon.” He cooed, swaying them slightly. “You know you’re curious.” 

“What’s your reputation, Peter?” 

He looked down at her with his signature smirk. “On Terra, I’m just little old Peter Quill. A boring, apparently presumed dead, nobody. In space, I’m the legendary outlaw turned hero of the galaxy known as Star-Lord, lover to all.” He winked, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. 

“Lover to all, huh? How many alien STDs do you have?” She laughed as he groaned. “Do aliens have STDs?” 

“I don’t have any that I know of, and I’m assuming they do. I don’t just go around asking aliens if they do or not!” He replied, as his childhood friend doubled over with laughter. “I missed hearing you laugh.” 

“I missed you, Peter. It’s nice to have you back, even if it’s temporary.” She huffed, looking up at him. “I don���t know how long you’re staying, if you are, but would you like to have dinner with me? I want a chance to properly catch up with you.” 

“Are you asking me on a date?” 

“Never in a million years, space boy.” She spoke, stepping aside and motioning him in. “C’mon, I make a mean ass pot of chili and I’m assuming you haven’t had any in ages.” 

Peter happily stepped inside, shrugging off his coat and tossing in on the closest chair. He looked around her apartment, the walls covered with photos from her life and movie posters he didn’t recognize. A photo of him and her on Halloween hung beside a framed drawing he’d made for her back before he was abducted. 

“Hey, (YN), what the hell is Revenge of the Sith? And why do you have a big ass poster of it?” 

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

It's kind of funny that the tf2 fandom is split into a bunch of different groups, like the stark difference between how more straight male dominated side of the community with r/tf2 only ever ironically post about 'gay buff men' vs how the tumblr/ao3 side of the community sincerely want to fuck these geriatric men

I would honestly split it up even further. Here's my analysis of how different types of people in the tf2 community and how they treat the physicality of the tf2 guys:

r/tf2 type who "ironically" posts about gay buff men and femboy Scout and whatever. Spent seventy real, live, American dollars the Burly Beast "as a joke". If not closeted gay or trans, this type is at least a closeted ally.

r/tf2 type who finds any sexualization of the tf2 men to be viscerally repulsive, even "as a joke." Can be split up even further into "depicts the tf2 guys all as saggy old men for weird comedy purposes" and "depicts the tf2 guys all as muscle-bound Greek gods for weird masculinity purposes". Either way, this is a guy who gets mad at the Gnarliest Garb.

Tf2blr type who is attracted to the tf2 guys, but only if they ascribe to more socially conventional standards of masculine attractiveness. Think, 2014-ish fandom years. Medic is a buff-slim 30-something-lookin ass with the personality of a businessman daddy dom archetype. He's most often straight, but sometimes bi. Other characters, like Sniper and Spy, are also inexplicably muscle-bound daddy doms obsessed with y/n. Everyone else is ignored.

Tf2blr type who is attracted to the tf2 guys, but only through an odd, outdated, "yaoi sin bucket" type of fandom culture standard of masculine attractiveness. Sniper and Spy are thin, curvy, pale, hairless 20-something sexyboys who yaoi out with each other.

Tf2blr type who is attracted to the tf2 guys when presented as saggy old men (or yknow, Tumblr's idea of "old men". No one in tf2 is "geriatric", Medic's like. fifty, maybe sixty). This is the most modern type, and is probably what you, dear reader, are most familiar with. This isn't a type immune of its problems, honestly, I find it susceptible to honestly many of the pitfalls of the previous types (an almost infantilized, misogynistic way of treating characters deemed to be "babygirl", and on the other end of the spectrum, a reactionary, imo homophobic push to Protect The Masculinity of the tf2 guys by insisting that they're BUFF and HAIRY and not fa- I mean "twinks") and its own new issues (conflating a man being a little chubby with "being old". "Demo should have a beer belly because he's Old" actually he probably isn't old and even if he's not, a beer belly is not a "sign of aging", anyone can look like that). Either way, I do appreciate its prevalence now. If it means we can fucking Finally stop drawing Medic tf2 with a six pack I'll die happy