#bitch not that’s your internalised homophobia

[senseofnewness]

hate, set and match

pairing : tashi duncan x female rival!reader

rating : explicit

word count : 3.3k

contains : smut 18+, bullying, name-calling, violence, fingering, homophobic slurs, internalised homophobia

summary : Before Tashi Duncan became the Duncanator, she was just a little bitch. Yet, she was YOUR little bitch.

Until that fateful summer of 2006, Tashi Duncan had barely existed in your world. 

You were both members of the same tennis club, but your paths rarely crossed. You, a year her senior, were deep into your law studies at Harvard, while Tashi was on the cusp of joining the Stanford team and competing in the Junior US Open. For you, tennis was merely a pastime. For Tashi, it was everything. 

That summer, however, she became the unexpected source of your frustrations, and suddenly, Tashi Duncan was impossible to ignore.

It all began on that one particular day when Tashi Duncan had ratted you out to the coach for smoking weed under the bleachers. She had claimed the smell was ‘bothering her’ and preventing her from concentrating. Deep down, you knew it was just an excuse to cover up her shit performance on the court.

Tashi was the club's golden girl, but you couldn't help but see all her flaws. While she was undoubtedly strategic and agile, she lacked power and aggressiveness. Her serves were weak, half-hearted attempts at dominance. There was no drive, no passion behind them, even though you knew she had it in her.

Her little act of betrayal earned you a week-long suspension from the club. And oh god, you were pissed off. Tennis was your summer sanctuary, a refuge from the weight of your family's name and the looming expectations of your future at the family law firm. On the court, all you had to do was hit the ball. And she had taken that away from you.

●

When you returned that week, a burning desire to settle the score consumed you. You wanted her to pay for what she had done.

One advantage of having the tennis prodigy as your adversary was her frequent absences for tournaments. This gave you ample opportunity to rummage through her locker. As you opened the door, her scent filled the air. A blend of cheap detergent and her overpowering girlish perfume. Your eyes landed on her racket, and a devilish smile crept across your face. She would soon learn what it felt like to be unable to play. Grabbing her spare racket, you meticulously cut through all the cross strings with pliers. Next, your gaze fell upon one of her tennis outfits, the one that accentuated her figure and made her look like a slut, showing just enough ass and thighs. With your signature lipstick retrieved from your purse, you boldly wrote SNITCH across the chest. You wanted her to know without a doubt that it was you.

●

It took several days for your scheming to come to light. Rumors swirled about her triumphant return to the club, but it was when you caught her, head bowed, scrubbing her tennis skirt in the sink with soap and water, that you knew she had realized you were now a threat.

"If you think I'm going to let you reign supreme here just because everyone worships you, you're in for a ride, bitch." You told her, your tone icy and menacing. She met your gaze in the mirror's reflection, her eyes red and brimming with unshed tears, though she refused to let them fall. Tashi Duncan didn't cry, she was too strong for that.

"Your parents must be so proud to have raised a victim like you." You continued, aiming to provoke her, and it was working. "All their hard-earned money wasted on putting a little skank like you in this club. I pity them." You sneered. It was a cruel jab, even by your standards.

"Keep my parents out of your filthy mouth, you whore." She shot back through clenched teeth. "Or what." You teased, stepping forward with your hands on your hips. Though you were only slightly taller than her, in that moment, it felt as though you were towering over her.

Tashi's fist struck first, catching your jaw with a force that sent you reeling. Staggering backward, you felt the impact of her next blow as it split your lip open, flooding your mouth with the taste of blood. Adrenaline surged through you, fueling a desperate grasp for control as you seized Tashi's hair and delivered a retaliatory punch squarely to her eye.

Amid the chaos, the coach's commanding voice cut through the air, demanding an immediate end to the fight. Strong hands intervened, forcibly separating you and Tashi, both of you breathing heavily and glaring at each other with intense animosity. Your split lip throbbed painfully while Tashi sported a bruised and swelling eye.

As you stood apart, restrained by the coach's firm grip, a bitter satisfaction washed over you. "Oh no, poor girl." You taunted, restrained but defiant. "Your parents are going to be so disappointed in you." The coach's hold tightened, preventing any further escalation.

Deep down, jealousy flickered within you as you watched Tashi leave the room, tears finally streaming down her face. Her family's support and concern were envious, a stark contrast to the indifferent distance of your own. They would notice her pain while yours would likely go unnoticed. Tashi's parents believed she was worth better than that, while your own expected nothing less from you.

●

The punishment this time around seemed less severe than your first offense. Perhaps it was because Tashi Duncan, with all her talent, was involved, and losing her from the club, even temporarily, would be a significant blow. Now, you were both compelled to team up and train together every day in an effort to ease the conflict until the end of the season.

"I can't believe I'm stuck playing with a loser like you." You complained as you stretched on the court, eyeing Tashi on the other side as she counted the balls. "Shut up." She muttered, her eyes still showing the lingering effects of your recent altercation. "You really need to work on those backhands." You couldn't resist needling her. "Even my grandma plays better than you."

"What's wrong with my backhands?" Tashi retorted, her eyes flashing with defiance. “They lack fire.” You replied, meeting her glare with calm determination. “We all know you love tennis, but you’re not showing us how much it means to you.” Were you really trying to help Tashi Duncan? Sometimes your brain worked in mysterious ways and even you didn’t understand your own motives. “It’s worked well enough so far.” She shot back with a confident shrug, a proud smile curling her lips. “That's because you’ve never played against someone who’s willing to risk it all.” You said, stepping to the baseline and preparing to serve. 

The ball flew across the net, a blur of speed and precision. Tashi lunged, her racket connecting with a sharp crack. The back-and-forth began, each stroke echoing with intensity as you both fought for dominance. But as the game progressed, it became clear that something was shifting. Tashi’s shots, though technically flawless, lacked the raw intensity needed to overpower you. Your serves were relentless, your returns fierce and calculated. A drop shot brought her scrambling to the net, and a powerful backhand sent her scrambling to the baseline. She was losing ground, point by point, her earlier confidence fading. With a final, decisive serve, you clinched the match. Tashi stood there, breathless and stunned, her racket dangling at her side. "COME ON!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in triumph. Her startled reaction to your outburst drew a derisive snort from you.

●

Three weeks into being partners with Tashi, you could already see her grasping the essentials. Perhaps it was the influence of playing against you, but her serves now carried a ferocity unlike anything she had shown before. Lately, you two were spending most of your time together. A part of you was driven to mold her into a true champion, perhaps even living vicariously through her. You had shared all your tricks and techniques with her, ensuring she wielded them with precision. The hours spent together were beginning to blur the lines, to the point where outsiders might have mistaken your growing bond for something more than just a competitive partnership.

"Move already, I need to shower." You shouted through the shower curtain. "I'm not done." Tashi yelled back defiantly. You sighed and kicked the curtain open, revealing a naked Tashi trying to cover herself with her hands. She was exasperatingly beautiful, resembling Botticelli's The Birth of Venus. She quickly turned around, her long, wet hair falling down her back in an irritatingly perfect cascade.

"Is your ass so big that it takes you half an hour to wash it?" You remarked, eyeing her body. Her bottom was infuriatingly flawless, drawing your gaze. She turned back, hands now covering her bottom, fully exposed to you. Her petite breasts adorned her chest with a graceful symmetry, accentuating her figure. Your gaze traced the curve from her erect nipples down to the dark curls between her legs. She remained silent, allowing your gaze to sear every inch of her flesh.

With your eyes fixed on her, you pressed the soap dispenser and began lathering your body with the liquid. As you slid your hand between your legs, using the soap as a pretext to touch yourself and ease the tingling sensation in your core, you realized it wasn't sufficient. You yearned to touch her, to explore her body, to discover if she felt the same burning heat inside as you did.

Your hand moved towards her, slipping between her legs, your fingers caressing her folds. Her skin was smooth and moist. Slowly, you eased your index finger inside her, simultaneously rubbing her sensitive nub with your thumb. Your touch sent shivers up Tashi's spine, causing her to arch her back and press further into the caresses. She clutched tightly at your shoulders, bracing herself as you continued to explore her depth.

You were in total control of Tashi Duncan, free to indulge in whatever pleased you. In that moment, with her eyes closed in bliss, you sensed her unwavering trust. As you continued to tease her clit, you gently inserted a second finger inside her. The sounds she made were unlike the powerful grunts she emitted during matches. Instead, they were breathy, high-pitched, and… divine.

You were now exploring her with your fingers, your index and middle fingers skillfully positioned to stimulate the sensitive area behind her clit, while you continued to fondle it externally. You moved your fingers skillfully inside her, while Tashi practically rode your hand, her hips matching the rhythm of your strokes.

A loud moan escaped her lips as you felt her pulse around your fingers. She opened her eyes, locking her gaze with yours. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you.

When Tashi leaned in for a kiss, you instinctively stepped back, letting go of her. "What are you doing? I'm not a dyke." You blurted out. Touching Tashi Duncan was one thing, but allowing her to touch you was entirely different. You withdrew your hand from her warmth and hurried out of the cabin, soap still frothing on your skin.

●

The next day, everyone knew about Tashi Duncan's attempt to corner you in the shower to kiss you. You had made sure of it. Of course, you conveniently omitted the part where your fingers were up her cunt. It was just a detail, after all.

"Why the fuck did you tell everyone?" Tashi stormed onto the court while you were stretching before practice, her anger palpable. "Isn't that what you are? A lesbo?" You retorted casually, shrugging. Tashi snatched her racket and began pelting balls at you. "Talk." She spoke with each strike. “About.” Strike. "Yourself." Another ball hurled with force. She served aggressively, finally diving into the game.

You swiftly grabbed your racket and attempted to return her last shot. Tashi unleashed her fury with every swing of her racket. You matched her shot for shot, but your words cut deeper than the game itself. "Carpet muncher." You sneered after a particularly fierce rally, trying to get under her skin.

Tashi's eyes flashed with rage as she dashed to return the ball, her movements swift and purposeful. The game became a relentless exchange of powerful strokes, each strike echoing the frustration between you. "Vageterian." You taunted again, your words dripping with disdain as you lunged for a drop shot. Tashi gritted her teeth, her focus unbroken as she chased down the ball. "You seem to know a lot about that for someone so straight." She remarked as she stood still in front of you, a playful edge to her voice. "What can I say, I'm an ally.” You retorted, raising your fist in mock solidarity. Tashi couldn't help bursting out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, the one who had initiated physical contact earlier, and now spent the morning calling her slurs only to proclaim yourself an ally. Her laughter was contagious, and despite your efforts to resist, you found yourself joining in. Both of you laughed so hard, clutching your bellies, that the sound reverberated through the building

●

You were both seated on the bleachers, watching another team play. Despite the earlier laughter, the atmosphere between you had reverted to its usual dynamic : that of adversaries. Taking a sip from your water bottle, you offered a measured comment. "You did better this time, but you're not quite pro material yet." A part of you considered apologizing for the name-calling, knowing it had provoked a charged response from her. Yet, you hesitated. Apologies were unfamiliar territory for you, you had never offered one before, unsure of how to admit fault when it mattered.

"I'm going to Stanford anyway." Tashi replied, her tone determined. "You're not going pro?" You asked incredulously. Another talent wasted. She shook her head and took a bite of her protein bar. "Of course not." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "You're incapable of making wise career decisions.” You jabbed your finger at her.  “Let me tell you, all you’re gonna do is end up as someone's wife, playing tennis at the country club." The words echoed strangely like the future you had envisioned for yourself. "What about you?" Tashi shot back. "Tennis is just for fun." You retorted dismissively. "A real future awaits me." You paused, then added with a hint of superiority. "It would be embarrassing to make a living out of something even a dog can do : running after a ball."

●

When Tashi had come back from the championship victorious, everyone had welcomed her like a hero. Everyone except you.

It would have been out of character to go out of your way to congratulate her. You had watched the match on TV and observed Tashi's transformation into a woman. Yet, a lingering sensation persisted that Tashi Duncan had embodied you on that court. From the powerful strikes to the loud scream, she had become you. You, if you weren’t afraid of stepping out of your comfort zone. You, if you had the courage to reveal your true self to your parents.

You waited for a moment alone on the court with Tashi to broach the subject of the match. The first few points played out with a tense exchange between you, each shot meticulously calculated and executed. "Saw you destroyed Mueller. For once, I wasn't totally ashamed of you." You admitted between serves. She responded with a smile, one of those smiles that simultaneously took your breath away and fueled your resentment toward her even further.

Tashi's shots sliced through the air with precision, keeping you on the move as you scrambled to return them. Your own strokes carried power but lacked the finesse that came so naturally to Tashi. Despite the lingering animosity between you, you couldn't help but admire her skill. "Focus on your footwork." You found yourself advising her reflexively, unable to resist offering a correction.

●

Practicing with Tashi had become a rare event. The US Open Junior champion had moved on to bigger and better things, leaving behind sessions with you. When you finally caught a sight of her, clad in a miniskirt and a white tank top that hinted at the shape of her nipples, it had been a week and a half since you last saw her.

"I heard you're seeing that Zweig kid." You blurted out in the middle of a match, a sly grin crossing your face. Tashi's name was constantly on the lips of the girls on the team, and every detail of her life was scrutinized. And to be quite honest, you found yourself paying extra attention to the whispers whenever her name came up. "Big dick, right?" The teasing edge in your voice was unmistakable, and you sensed her irritation mounting as her serves grew more erratic. "Already had him last season." You added casually, recalling the brief but intense fling. "Picking my leftovers? That's embarrassing, even for you, Duncan." Your words were calculated to provoke a reaction, hoping to ignite the same fiery rage she had shown against Mueller. In reality, Patrick wasn't exactly your leftovers. Your parents and Patrick's parents were friends from the country club, and a brief but passionate romance had blossomed between you. However, there was no love story between you, it was just a fleeting moment. But deep down, you couldn't help but think that Patrick Zweig was probably the type of guy you would be married to someday. Handsome, rich, fan of tennis and most importantly, approved by the family.

Tashi's face hardened, her grip tightening on her racket. "I don't need your crumbs." She shot back, her voice steely. You smirked, noting the flicker of anger in her eyes. "If you say so." You served again, the ball darting over the net with precision. Tashi returned it with a fierce forehand, the sound echoing across the court. The exchange intensified, but it was clear you had the upper hand. Your shots were relentless, each one a deliberate move designed to exploit her weaknesses. As the practice match continued, Tashi's frustration grew. She fought tenaciously, her movements becoming more aggressive, but she couldn't break through your defenses. You were winning, and she knew it.

With a final, powerful serve, you sealed the game. Tashi's return was wild, the ball flying out of bounds. She stood there, panting, her face flushed with exertion and frustration. With a sharp motion, she threw her racket across the court, her eyes blazing. You smirked, watching her closely. She was getting there. With a bit more practice, she might one day beat you.

●

By mid-September, summer had faded into memory, indicating the time for both of you to part ways. Your final game together was charged with intensity, the court resonating with the rhythmic thud of balls and the shuffle of sneakers. Each point was diligently played, characterized by precise serves and swift returns. Despite your usual determination to defeat Tashi, this time you consciously allowed her to claim victory with a final cross-court winner. It was a deliberate gesture, a parting gift from you to her. You wanted her to know she was the best player. That no one was better than her. "It was nice playing with you one last time." You said, offering your hand to her. She accepted the handshake, but as you withdrew, your thumb brushed the back of her hand for a lingering moment. She might not recall you as the only girl she could never defeat on the court. Instead, she would remember you as the first one who made her come. "Break a leg."

♠♣♥♦

a/n : Just a little story to put me back into the writing mood. Hope you like it. Really sorry about the use of slurs. I usually avoid it but reader is so closeted and the worst.

[jevilowo]

Tf2 Sexuality Headcanons

because at the end of the day I am but a basic bitch

Scout: repressed bisexual. If I ever get around to making that tf2 fangame, he must fight the physical manifestation of his internalised homophobia and he promptly begins flirting with half the guys on the team.

Soldier: if you asked him, he'd say his true love is AMERICA (eagle sfx). He's into anyone really, no preference

Pyro: doesn't think about labels. Love is love and by love they mean ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Demo: confidently bi but usually too drunk to really think about it either way

Heavy: bisexual, preference for men (COUGH Medic) but as we see in POKER NIGHT he has a thing for red haired women too

Engie: there's no way he's not gay, and probably somewhere on the ace spectrum too (vibes)

Medic: look me in the eyes and tell me that isn't the most homosexual man you have seen in your stupid baka life.

Sniper: like 95% gay (5% straight) but has no game with men. Completely oblivious whenever a dude flirts with him. Has two ex wives and the Administrator will probably become his third one.

Spy: bisexual and greyromantic. As fun as shipping is, in my heart of hearts I believe he is dedicated to his one true love Scout's Ma

Bonus:

Ms Pauling: lesbian, duh. Any lingering traces of heterosexuality were flushed out of her system upon meeting Scout

Administrator: same sort of shit as Sniper, 95% patron saint of toxic yuri and 5% enraptured by weird australian men

Scout's Ma: likes to impregnate beautiful transmen and calls it a sexuality. Doesn't like labels.

Merasmus: thinks sex is below him (6000 year old virgin on purpose), but doesn't stop her from writing his strange and sexual fanfictions. Also divorced Soldier like four times. Gender isn't real.

[agent-leighreid]

BAU TEAM MEMBERS...

...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU

-Part one of two

-f!reader

-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.

-Y/n (Your name)

-Y/l/n (Your last name)

-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)

-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.

EMILY PRENTISS

"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"

"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.

"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.

"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.

"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.

I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.

"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.

"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.

Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.

"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.

"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "

A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.

"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.

Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.

Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..

Number 1, it's my job

And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.

"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.

I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.

(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)

I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.

I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.

A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.

Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.

The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.

"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.

My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.

"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.

"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.

I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.

I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.

I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.

She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.

"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.

The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.

"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.

Play it cool, Y/n.

"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.

The bartender slid me the lemonade.

"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.

The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.

"Let me get this for you." she smiled.

I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.

"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.

"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.

"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."

I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.

"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.

I didn't respond, but held my gaze.

"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."

My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.

"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.

She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.

"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.

EMILY'S POV

"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.

"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.

"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.

"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.

"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.

I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.

"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.

I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.

She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.

The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.

I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.

"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.

"I saw it, go." he responded.

"Already at the door."

Y/N'S POV

I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.

"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.

I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.

She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.

The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.

She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"

"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.

"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.

I watched her leave, standing at the bar.

Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.

She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.

My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.

"Crush it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.

Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.

"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"

"Reid.." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.

Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.

"Oh.."

AARON HOTCHNER

Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.

Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.

Did I care? That's another story.

I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.

"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.

"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.

"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.

He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.

"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.

"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.

"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.

We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?

"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.

"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.

"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.

"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.

I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.

"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.

I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.

He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.

I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.

"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.

I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.

"Listen man i-"

I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.

He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.

"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.

"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.

"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.

"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.

He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.

As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.

"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.

"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.

"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.

"I am." he said.

I kept my gaze fixed.

He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."

(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)

This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.

“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”

By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.

He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.

"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.

He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.

"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.

Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.

"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.

"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.

"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.

"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.

I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.

He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"

"Aaron." I interrupted him.

"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.

His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.

SPENCER REID

"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.

"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.

"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"

"Spence." I cut him off smiling.

"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.

"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.

"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.

I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.

I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.

"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.

I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.

She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.

"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.

"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.

"Oh please" I said, waving her off.

"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.

I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.

"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."

"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.

I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."

Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.

The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.

"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.

"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.

"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.

Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.

Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.

My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.

Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.

"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.

SPENCER'S POV

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.

That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.

Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.

"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.

"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.

Y/N'S POV

"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.

I put mine in, as did Spencer.

"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.

"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.

I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.

I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.

I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.

"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.

"Call." said the others at the table.

The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.

I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.

I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.

"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.

I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.

Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.

I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.

The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.

Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.

The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.

"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.

"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.

I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.

Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.

He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.

"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.

The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.

Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.

I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.

"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.

He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.

"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.

I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.

SPENCER'S POV

We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.

"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.

"I did.."

We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.

"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.

"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.

I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.

[flintnsocks]

thinking about how kai anderson is canonically queer. he likes men. unlabelled my ass you like dick (actually unlabelled people ilysm but this dude has chronic internalised homophobia okay (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞)

diversity win! the crazy bitch terrorising your local community will fuck a guy to make him join his cult!

i hate him but i also want to pick his brain apart. thanks

[idontplaytrack]

Heyyy can I request something pride related?

Janis x reader

+the friend group (the plastics, Cady, Damian, and Aaron is optional)

FLUFF PLEASE

They all go to pride together like a few years post canon

Where you are

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(ft. Damian + The Plastics)

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, a teensy bit of internalised homophobia

A few years into the future, the gang’s all together to celebrate pride

“Come on, people! We are going to be late, y’all.” Damian yells, “Out of the house, let’s go!”

“We’re literally about to leave the house.” Regina huffs, “Move.”

“We’re not going to be late.” Janis sighs, “It doesn’t matter what time we get there anyway. It’s an all-day thing.”

“Yes, Janis. It is an all-day thing. And I would very much like to be there all day.” Damian sassed.

Given the size of the group, you all split into two cars. You stayed with Janis in your own car, Gretchen and Damian sat in the back. Cady, Karen and Regina took her Jeep. But, it wasn’t like the blonde gave the gang much time to think about who took which car and pretty much once again rushed everyone into the vehicles. “My god, y/n. Stop staring at Janis like that.” Damian grumbles.

“What?” You scoffed, glaring at him jokingly.

“She can look at me if she wants to look at me. What’s the problem?” Janis chortled.

“The problem is, y’all are horny as fuck. And I’m always the one stuck with y’all’s antics and PDA.”

“Oh, please.” Janis continued, “What you do see, is nothing.”

“Believe me, I know, bitch. I walked in on y’all senior year of high school and I haven’t recovered from it.”

“That’ll teach you to leave us the hell alone.” Janis couldn’t help it but laugh.

“Your makeup looks so good, Jan.” You ignored Damian.

“Aw, thank you baby.” Janis grins. It was nothing extravagant, just the colours of the lesbian pride flag as eye makeup. Her outfit was one she’d wear on the regular— little silly but all in good fun. You and Janis were both wearing ‘I ❤️ My Girlfriend’ t-shirts that Regina got you both as a joke. Let’s just say she did not expect either of you to be so unfazed about wearing it. Especially you. Janis was out and proud. But you, you struggled with it…letting people know about your sexuality. Due to many reasons, so when the gang saw you happily put on that shirt, they were proud of you.

Once there, the bunch of you found a spot to gather at while waiting for the actual parade to start. But in the meantime, it did not take Janis all that long to get recognised by a few of the parade-goers. Janis had prepared pins for the occasion and if they asked for one, they sure as hell got one. You stood a little off to the side, watching her. But soon, she grabs you by the waist to have you beside her instead. You didn’t resist and just let it happen, since you were feeling very comfortable considering where you were. The music was loud, people were dancing, singing along, chatting and laughing. But yet, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Though you knew that your ears would definitely be ringing for awhile afterwards.

“Want a drink?” Regina asks while approaching you and Janis. You didn’t even notice that she’d went to mingle elsewhere.

“We’ll go get one ourselves. Where’d you get yours?” Janis scrunched up her face seeing Regina offer to share the can.

“Is it good?” You ask.

“Oh, it’s great.” She nods, “I got it right there. That stall with the green plastic sheet on their table.”

“Cool.” Janis took you by the hand and walked up to said stall to purchase the drinks. The weather was pretty warm, and humid, actually so a drink was definitely necessary.

————

Now at a quieter section of the event, Janis asks, “You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, opening the can to take a swig of the beverage. “Why’re you asking?”

“Because the weather’s crazy today and I wanna make sure you’re not gonna pass out from a heatstroke.” She tells you, holding you closer to herself as she led you to a bench.

“I’m okay. The people are really nice and everything looks like such a vibe but I’ve just never been to Pride and feel a little overstimulated to be honest.” You admit.

“Let’s just sit here for a bit, then.” She smiled, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Look at them.”

You followed her gaze which lands on Damian and Regina laughing with each other, Regina taking selfies with Damian and then Cady, Gretchen and Karen. “Is she tipsy or suddenly nice?” You bite back a laugh.

“Definitely tipsy.” Janis exhales harshly in amusement— she didn’t even chuckle. Then, the two of you just chatted for a little while, looking back at it…you weren’t even sure what the conversation was about exactly, but there was this:

“I know I’ve got my own shit to come to terms with, but I love you, and that’s the one thing I have never been unsure about my whole life. No matter where you are, as long as I’m with you, I’m so fucking happy.”

“That’s all I need to hear, baby.” She smiles brightly, “Take it easy, don’t stress yourself over it. I know you know that you’re safe with me, with us.“

You mirrored her smile, getting the urge to lean in and just kiss her. And so, that’s what you did and though shocked, Janis instantly reciprocated. And then came the squealing. No, not from either one of you— even though Janis was overjoyed to finally be kissed instead of the one kissing.

“Oh, you guys!” Gretchen exclaimed, “I got such a cute photo of that.” You turned away, hiding your head in the crook of Janis’ neck.

“Come on! Let’s go dance!” Karen cut through the silence, pulling you off the bench. You laugh, cheeks still warm but they paid no mind to you blushing. Janis followed closely behind you, hand on the low of your back. “Hell yeah, party time.”

“Woo!” Damian cheered, clinking his can with Janis.

“Could you send me that photo, Gretch?”

“Of course! I was gonna send it to you anyway even if you didn’t ask.” She nods, “There! Done.”

Janis quickly took her phone out to see the photo, but not before she took a glance at you— watching you getting twirled around by Karen. You were happy, giggling…and she was relieved to see you finally letting loose and enjoying yourself without having to worry about what other people thought about you.

“Thanks, Gretch. It’s a great pic.”

The brunette grins, “Don’t mention it. Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Janis shrugs, taking a sip and jogging up to you to dance with you. Gretchen quickly found her way to Karen, too. Regina was eventually dancing with Cady and Damian? He met a guy. (That he could not shut up about afterwards)

But all in all, it was a great day. “Happy pride, my bitches.” Regina declares as you all left the event later that day.

“Not your bitch.” Janis smirked, “I’m her bitch.”

“We know, ‘Imi’ike.” Regina had a similar expression on her face, “You’re so whipped.”

To the blonde’s surprise, she earned a shove from you. “You are too. So in love with Cady.”

“Good point.” Regina shrugs, “But that was a cute little moment at the bench.”

“I know!” The rest of them chimed in.

“Oh, by the way. I know you’ve been giving out those pins you designed.” Regina slows down a little bit to talk to Janis, “Do you have anything left? I…I want one.”

“Oh. Yeah, I have some left. I kept one for each of us.” Janis took her tote bag from you and rummaged through it, grabbing a handful of the pins she saved.

Regina took one from the little pile and told the rest of the group to wait. Eventually, everyone had a pride pin on. And Regina even suggested a photo taken together. “Okay, who’s up for some dinner before we go home?” Regina asks.

“Me!” The group chorused.

You held Janis’ hand tighter on the rest of the walk back to the parking garage, sneaking a kiss to her cheek on the way which made her giggle and kiss you back. “A little affectionate today, aren’t ya?” She teased.

You shrug, “Just felt like kissing my girl.”

Now she was the one blushing, “Not gonna argue with that, baby. I love you.”

“Guys, keep up and keep outta each other’s pants for a while longer.” Damian complains.

“Oop.” Janis cackled, running the short distance to your car hand in hand.

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💭 A/N

Okay, this’ll be the last fic for a couple days at least🫣 gonna stop myself from writing for awhile and just catch a breath. But I’ll be back soon with a pretty good one for Jos👀

[creedock]

Can I ask for some jury headcannons please???

indeed you may

Alastor

-wears heeled shoes to make himself taller

-helps manage the jury's funds despite that absolutely not being in his job description

-i kinda have two separate sexuality/backstory headcanons for him that i frequently switch between lmao

-the first one is that he is a closet gay from a fairly wealthy family. he also has a wife and a child who he does not speak to or even think about a lot. deadbeat dad with INTENSE internalised homophobia.

-alternatively, he is transmasc + bi and also an actual immortal vampire who founded the jury hundreds of years ago as like. a scam that got out of hand. no ones realised its him yet because he keeps faking his death and then popping back up within the organisation.

-secret enjoyer of trashy vampire romance novels (writes fanfiction) (would kill anyone who found out immediately)

Lorelei

-has back problems that prevented her from actually being a dancer

-was in a lot of competitions/pageants growing up, kinda has a fucked up sense of self worth

-relies on her curse a lot in her manipulation and stuff, cos without it shes kinda. not a great liar??? like she just has a lot of trouble sounding genuine

-VERY dry and sarcastic sense of humour, can also be quite mean-spirited even if unintentionally

-has cut contact with her entire family, literally the only people she actually speaks to on the regular casually are alastor and diana

-she and alastor have private bitching sessions together where they talk shit about everyone else in the jury. they are besties your honor

Diana

-lesbian lesbian lesbian LESBIAN LESBIAN

-has a specific (all-female) group of jury captains she surrounds herself with. its basically just a massive polycule

-while on duty shes terrifying, very cold and detached, off duty shes actually pretty chill

-her reason for joining the jury isnt that she wants to destroy witches and more that she wants to protect non-magic folk and sees the jury as the best way to do this

-i could see her getting a redemption arc of sorts somewhere down the line where she starts seeing the many faults in the jury and changes her opinion

-she can play the guitar and will sometimes do little performances alongside lorelei by like. campfires and stuff for fun

Lance

-you can pry aussie lance from my cold dead hands

-he and alastor fucking hate each other. literally the only time lance can be remotely subtle about his emotions is when hes making passive aggressive jabs at al.

-surprisingly really good hygeine for a nasty little rat man, still ends up smelling like blood sweat leather and piss half the time anyway

-has to be tied up after large battles so he doesn't immediately loot every corpse in sight (he has severe kleptomania)

-calls people gay as an insult while tenderly kissing bandy on the mouth

-has a habit of developing intense one-sided rivalries with literally everyone he interacts with, eira is the only person to have actually reciprocated this which is why they are. like that.

Bandy

-has never been to clown school, doesn't even have a license to clown

-keeps dyeing his hair to a slightly different shade of ginger despite already being a natural ginger and wearing a hat most of the time, this is purely to fuck with people

-keeps trying to sneak into alastor and lorelei's bitching sessions

-the high juror keeps trying to have him fired, but he just keeps coming back

-actively embezzling funds. where are they going? who knows.

-hes meant to be morally grey, and i think thats how he'll stay. like the idea of a bandy redemption is nice its just. it would be more interesting for him to switch sides at a moments notice, and to instead put the work into redeeming a less morally grey character

Dock

-basically lives in a laboratory in the basement of the jury headquarters. said laboratory is filled with all sorts of medical equipment, preserved gore, and even a couple saw traps

-he also has a pit full of giant man eating leeches with a chair placed precariously over it. why? because he fucking can

-despite his status as a quack, hes actually pretty good at fixing any problems or ills his patients have. the issue is that he never says what he's curing. he could be removing your stomach pains, or he could be removing the part of your brain that controls your sense of self! its a gamble with him

-there are no records of where he's from. no one knows where he comes from, how old he is, or even his real name. any answers he gives are either entirely nonsensical or very contradictory

-under his mask he's either very hairy or very bald

-always insists that he's a pacifist and will obey the hippocratic oath. this is false.

there you go! feel free to fight me on any of these lmao but remember these are just my personal headcanons.

[sasukesun]

I'm talking about that specific post. Seeing naruto being uncomfortable with the fact that sai looked at his dick and is always commenting on it and going "clear sign of internalised homophobia" don't seem a little much to you? But yes, we get it, naruto's the one with internalised homophobia not sasuke, never him.

And it's in your reply to the post.

Yall are in no position to criticise what sn stans spread around when you've all convinced yourselves that sasuke is female coded, the kushina to naruto's minato and has small dainty wrists for reasons we all know

sai hadn’t looked at naruto’s dick in this panel and yet naruto is uncomfortable so why is it so?

i can only pick the context previously to get an explanation. sai didn’t even say anything qualitative about naruto’s dick, he questioned if naruto is really a man therefore if he really has a dick. how is that not questioning one’s masculinity? how is that not bothersome to naruto, who, on a bigger picture, shows signs of internalised homophobia? how toxic masculinity and internalised homophobia are subjects that can’t be written together?

it’s really the same thing to point out things in canon and to twist what’s literally written. i’m sorry if kishimoto puts sasuke narratively on the same position as kushina, i’m sorry kishimoto likes putting sasuke in positions male writers normally put female characters on, such as being sexualised, being desired, being chased etc etc, and still, i don’t think that makes sasuke “female-coded” or a woman, i just think kishimoto gives him feminine traits as well as masculine ones, but i’m not a backboneless bitch that must hide behind anon because i don’t like that canon contradicts my personal self inserty headcanons.

[justrainandcoffee]

Never is too late (Tommy Shelby x male!oc) + (Alfie Solomons) part 3

Masterlist - Previous Part

Summary: Jared goes to London before it's too late to repair the damage his brother James can cause. Alfie Solomons hears the word he never expected to hear from his wife: Divorce. And for the first time in over two years he realises, he really realises, the pain he caused in Rose. || Tommy denies his new feelings.

Warnings: Angst. Lot of angst. || Internalised homophobia, mentions of cheating. Tommy is in denial in the saddest way possible 😔.

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"I'm going to London. You're welcome to come with me," Jared said to Tommy while they were walking through the dirty streets of Birmingham.

Tommy's heart stopped when he heard that. Unaware of the war that was about to startt in the heart of Camden Town, last thing was Alfie hearing from him. And especially not Rose.

"My brother," Jared said looking at him "is doing an innapropiate use of his dick. This fucking idiot."

"I'm sure your brother is a big boy that knows what he's doing."

"Not always. I'm not forbidden him doing anything, I'm just trying to make him understand that some pussies are not worth of a bullet."

"Is he fucking the queen consort?"

Jared smirked "something like that. So, for a few days I'm not going to be here. Are you going to miss having me around?"

"No."

"Keep sayin' that, Thomas Shelby. Say it until you believe your own lies."

.

Things in Camden Town were going from bad to very bad.

Few people didn't enter in the category of "no one bother Alfie Solomons when he orders it" and one of them was Samuel, Rose's brother. And his personal lawyer.

The last few days, after Rose kissing James, Alfie's mood was worse than ever before. Now, not even Ollie talked to him. Alfie's days start going straight to his office in the mornings, the one that didn't leave until the sunset. No one knew what was happening and didn't dare to ask either. But Samuel was there because he needed answers.

Far away in time was than thin kid that used to mock the young couple when they were still teenagers. The Samuel entering Alfie's was a 30 year-old man and he was furious. Before Alfie could known what was happening, Samuel's fist found his brother-in-law jaw and the blow resounded inside the office.

"What the fuck did you do to my sister. Give me a reason, Alfie, give me a fucking reason to not destroy your fucking face! What did you do to her!!"

Alfie looked at him angrily. Touching his sore face, just let out a grunt.

"Fuck off, Samuel."

"I'm not going to fuck off a shit, Alfie! I'm not one of your men! I'm your family!"

"What do you want, hmm? What do ya want me to tell ya?"

"Tell me why Rose called me this morning asking how much time it'd take a divorce. I thought it was for a friend, one of the women she hosts in Pebblebrock, but no… I couldn't believe my ears. Not she and you. So answer to me, fucker. What the hell did you do to Rosie?"

Alfie let himself fell in his chair. Whoever the bastard was, he was brainwashing Rose because there was no way that she was ready to leave him, if it wasn't for her new love. No, Alfie shook his head, Rose wasn't easy to manipulate and let alone by a man. His Rosie had found comfort in someone else and the one to blame was him and that was what made him angry.

"She gave you everything, son of the bitch. If I didn't bring the papers it's because I'm giving you the chance to fix your fucking mistakes before it's too late. Don't doubt for a second that I'm going to do whatever it's the best for her, even if that means divorcing you. Of all people in universe, you decided to hurt her. If what I think it's true, then I wish you the worst, Solomons. Your Rosie, of all people…- you decided to hurt her. You don't deserve her, prick."

Samuel left his place slamming the door behind him.

Rose was in her own office, in Pebblebrock when the phone rang.

"Rose Coldwell speaking, good afternoon."

"Rosie, Rosie listen to me."

"Alfie."

"Yes. Sweetheart, luv, fuckin' hell, pet. I know I hurt ya, but please… your brother just left, he spoke about divorce, papers… Rosie, please. I can't live without you. Without you, I don't exist!"

"Don't manipulate me, Alfie."

"I'm not!!"

"You're repeating a song I heard here on daily basis: 'I'm going to change, Mrs. Solomons, please allow my wife to see me. Mrs. Solomons I promise it won't happen again, I love her.' So, Alfie, you're not being original. Why do you suddenly care? And you can live without me, you certainly can because you've been living with a woman that wasn't me at all for the last two years."

"I know. But I love you."

"You keep saying that but I don't see it. I don't feel your love although I know it exists. There was a time where I was everything to you. I knew an Alfie once that could give his right arm for me. The Alfie I fell in love with, could never let me cry to sleep. My first love, the Alfie who was a teen working in a bakery and who promised me the sun and the moon could be disgusted by you. And you have the toupee to call me and say you love me? Why do you care about me now? Sign the papers, Alfie."

"Samuel refused to fill the papers."

"Then I'm going to hire a better lawyer."

"You don't want to divorce me."

"No. But for the first time in over two years I opened the eyes."

"Someone else made you open the eyes," Alfie couldn't help but let his jealousy and resentment talk. "Who's that fucker? I saw you."

Rose remained in silence for few seconds before answering "his name is James. And he helped me to understand that you're not the only man in the world capable of feeling something nice for me. Maybe we started our relationship too soon, Alfie. We were kids playing to be young adults in love. Maybe I didn't give you the chance to explore your real desires. Maybe I didn't have the chance to prove myself that I'm worth to be loved."

"My real desires? Rosie, I'm not homosexual. I love you and I desire you same as ever. And you are more than worthy to be loved."

"Then, why did you put him before me? Since when Thomas Shelby was the only one in your mind? Every time you look at me and you say you love me your eyes are empty. There's no love in your eyes. Without me, you're free because me, unlike you, I always looked forward your happiness before mine."

Rose ended the call before she was betrayed by her own trembling voice.

Alfie was right. She didn't want to divorce him, but she was also tired.

.

James was waiting for his brother in the lobby of the hotel with Oscarwilde next to him. It was about time that Jared was taking back his pet, but James knew too well that despite how much he loved the white borzoi, Jared's real reasons to be there were far from being related to the dog.

Once Oscarwilde recognised the man in front of him, the guests, and people working, there were witnesses of the most genuine happiness they'll probably see the whole day when the animal began to jump around his real master, wagging his tail and whimpering at his feet.

"It's okay, baby! Papa is back. He's back!" Jared kneeled in front of him and let his dog kiss his face. Even sophisticated dogs as Oscarwilde was, missed the most beloved person in their world.

Two glasses of whiskey were in front of them not longer after both brothers finally entered the bar that the hotel had and when finally Oscarwilde calmed enough to let them talk.

"I know why you are here and I know it's not because of the dog." James spoke first looking at Jared.

"Then you know me," he said.

"Of course I fucking know you. You're here to tell me that I need to leave Rose alone."

"Not exactly. I'm here to warn you that she's a vulnerable woman who is hurt because her stupid husband didn't take care of her, but that if he opens his eyes then you have no chance."

"And you are here to be the saviour."

"God, James…" Jared sighed "I'm not Cupid, but I know love make us do stupid things. Tommy didn't spoke so nuch, almost nothing really, but for what I know the Solomons have a long story together. And even if not, she has her own business here, she's not going to go to Dublin because of you and I can't imagine you living here without losing your head in few months. It's new, you like her I understand… but I- James, I know you're smarter than this and it's not going to work. Not in this universe at least."

"But you are ready to have a chance with Thomas Shelby. Only you can't do it if Solomons is in between and that means putting Rose again in his life."

"Tom is a single man, I told you. He doesn't have any spouse and business are perfectly fine with him and me. It's different. You're going to end hurt and honestly James, I can't fix everyone's life. I just want to be in bed with the man I like, Oscarwilde, some drinks and food. I'm not asking for so many things."

James grunted. Jared didn't understand it was easy to say that when he was looking the situation from the opposite side of the street.

"Do you want to fuck her?" Jared continued, "go and do it. I'm not putting a chastity belt around you or her, I'm just trying you to understand how things are going to end. Married couples hardly ever divorced, believe me I know what I'm saying. Remember Fred? I fucking loved Fred and he loved me, but he was married. It was a miserable marriage and yet, he didn't leave her. Well, you don't want to wait for centuries until the divorce, that never is going to happen, happens. You don't and it's a fact."

"She mentioned a divorce…"

"I bet she did. And not because she's a shitty person but because she was never in such situation. It's the hardest decision: a bit of happiness or the hope that he's going to change."

James didn't say a word and his brother put a hand in his arm "go back to Dublin until it's too late. It's going to hurt for a few days but it's going to pass quickly."

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Tommy was in London as well. He left Arrow House nit longer after Jared left Birmingham despite he, Tommy promised himself that he wasn't going after Jared.

It was in his sister's house now and while Ada was playing on the floor with little Karl, she was talking to him as well.

"Polly told me you're busy with the Irish these days. I thought you said you didn't want nothing to do with them."

"Times change, Ada. They have access to the Americans in Boston. It's good for business."

"Fine. I just asked." Ada, same as Polly, was suspicious about Tommy's desires but she never mentioned it. Ada didn't know if Polly knew, but she was sure that his business with Alfie Solomons were more than rum and bread. But who was she to judge them?

"I need fresh air," he said suddenly walking to the door "see you later, Ada."

"See you, Tom."

No, he couldn't do that again. Not with a man, no matter how nice and warm he was.

He had sex with women, he tried to fall in love with more than once but it didn't work. And always he tried to convince himself that it was because he was too young or too busy to pay attention to them. But then, in France, the touch of a soldier showed him how different it was a man from a woman and how much he enjoyed it. But then horrors came and him, Freddie and Dan had to dig out to survive and behind him, underground, was left the soldier that showed him a new world.

For years after the war, he visited whores to have sex because he convinced himself that she liked women like Arthur and John. If his brothers were normal, he was too.

And then Alfie appeared. Alfie and all his mannerisms and way to talk. Alfie and his loud voice and laugh. Tommy couldn't say that was love at first sight but definitely it was something like that. Married as he was, in love with his wife as he was, Alfie made room in his heart for him. And even when those two years were awful because their relationship meant the sadness of Rose, Alfie gave him something that no one else before him gave to him: love.

And yet, the Jewish man chose his wife over him.

So, why he was there in London after a new man? What would be different for him if he never was lucky? Jared Walsh was a handsome man who seemed to be comfortable with who he was, and probably was flirty with dozens of men besides him.

And it was this thing, Tommy thought as he kept walking through the noisy streets. The fact that he enjoyed male lovers didn't mean he was homosexual. He wasn't, he couldn't be! If Arthur and John liked women, then he liked women too.

Tommy went to a whorehouse and paid for a girl, but they didn't do anything because he never had an erection, no matter how much he tried.

"It happens all the time," the girl said patting his shoulder "don't worry."

Tommy hid his face between his hands. He wasn't homosexual.

"I'm not!" he yelled, furious , full of anger. But no one heard him because not even the prostitute was there to accompany him.

He left the building not looking at anyone. His mind was spinning around the same thought over and over again.

"I'm not homosexual. I'm normal."

[11thfempachi]

Radfems will write essays on why calling your friend a bad bitch is succumbing to internalised misogyny and then call you and your friends slurs over a minor disagreement because when its misogyny it's a violent oppression but when it's racism, ableism and homophobia it's a pearl clutching soyjackery

He will not pick you, girlfriend

[valyrfia]

okay could you please help me, maybe give me advice, it’s a fucking absurd. The last time I thought anything about my sexuality was when I was 16-17 maybe(please don’t mind sore grammars, I’m from Post-soviet country) and now I’m 23. I thought I was attracted to girls at some point but then it just disappeared, I found the guy I love(my family found but still, I love him) and then I just thought maybe it was just a phase or whatever. I still was really supportive towards LGBTQ+ even in a very strict country, I have a close queer friends, defended them around some assholes etc. nothing changed, I just realised for a moment I just had a phase probably or maybe i was influenced by my close friends( I know it’s isn’t the right termin or what happened at all for now but I hope you get what I mean). But maybe a month ago or whatever, I saw your asks about F/F Lestappen fanfics and pls don’t laugh at me, I decided to read and I really liked it, I hope you know what I mean😭I reread almost everything every 2-3 days and also read other f/f stories(I did it before but it was like 1 story in 6 months so I didn’t care at all). I also watched some videos.(I also watched it before but as I said -3/4 videos in 6 months and then I forget about it at all). But for a month I’m just so obsessed with everything about f/f smut/relationship and I honestly don’t know how to felt about it. I don’t really have internalised homophobia, maybe just a guilt to my bf but also I don’t know where it coming from. I always could appreciate a good looking girls(I mean, maybe having a full gallery of Victoria Secret models on a telephone at age of 11 was something lol) but I don’t remember a time where I was that invested. So please could you maybe give me advice, maybe I could talk to my friend but it’s so embarrassing I fucking can’t

Hey anon! I've pondered how to respond for a couple of days now because you're obviously going through something and I want to give you a proper answer.

I don't know you, but from what you've described to me it sounds like you do like women in the most wonderful way one can like women. To quote a friend of mine when I was going through my own sexuality crisis, "straight women don't think about kissing other women, or the mechanics of women kissing or having sex with other women in general". I also sadly hate to break it to you that the Victoria's Secret thing was VERY common amongst now-gay women of our generation. I always used to watch the fashion shows on repeat when I was 12-15 because I 'appreciated the aesthetics of the women'.......

In terms of why you're wondering why you're only figuring this out now, it's extremely common! Heteronormativity–being conditioned by societal norms, standards, couples around us and media to think that heterosexuality is the only form of sexuality that exists–is a bitch. It's easier in society to be heterosexual, that's the sad truth of it, so often we can find ourselves repressing ourselves or ignoring our own body in pursuit of what we consider 'normal'. Far more of us are queer than we realise but so many people live their lives in a disconnect from their bodies not even thinking it could be a possibility, so we who realise really are the lucky ones.

Lastly, you don't have to figure everything out right now! I fully empathise and sympathise that it can shake the foundations of your sense of self a little so feel free to take a while to sit with it. At the end of the day your sexuality is just a part of you, it doesn't define you! And my askbox is always open if you want to talk about any of this.

I'm also selfishly really glad that me yapping about F/F F1 RPF was good for something. If you have any recs......feel free to drop them.

[dragon-business]

Me, thinking how Kazama and Kashiwagi brought up Nishiki and Kiryu in a 2 fathers family:

Listen, I'm not saying they fucked, but they did adopt. (Though Kazama and Kashiwagi as another pair of dysfunctional siblings is another fun thought.)

Kazama is that super legendary heroic dad, who doesn't know how to dad, but kids strive for his approval (and he runs away from them sometimes, cuz panic). And Kashiwagi is totally the one who is forced to listen to more trivial problems, and do actual parenting.

Kashiwagi: *outing with the boys, bringing 20 packs of tissues for Nishiki's snot and for if Kiryu will fight with someone* Because he's totally The Parent With Pocket Tissues (10 yen pack).

Kashiwagi is the parent that's there. Slurping his ramen disapprovingly. (And getting his ass beaten by Majima to cover for Nishiki later on.)

But he's also the parent who can't comprehend any feelings. In YK1 he didn't put any mind to Nishiki's spiralling down and brought up how they all miss Kiryu.

(That was the last straw for Nishiki, his betrayal) (Kashiwagi was the last fort within the family for him) (And this deep low lonely point is where Shimano got him)

- Young people these days. Talking about their feelings, saying things out loud. In public, too! What the world has come to. Obviously, you just keep all your feelings inside, until one of you dies tragically.

Everybody knows that if you experience emotions, you keep them under a big rock deep inside of you, and don't ever speak actual words about them. Men don't do that, they act. And if they act on emotions, it should be private (unless the emotion is Murderous Rage). This is the way, and you are content with it, and then, yes, one of you die tragically, and like, you raise his kids, because this is what big men with big rocks in their hearts do.

Very manly, very traditional.

– Kashiwagi and Kazama maybe even had some sexy action sometimes. But, like, only occasionally. When the stars aligned or some shit. (Kashiwagi doesn't look like a man who gets laid regularly) (Maybe that's the problem. (c) Musketeer grandpas from YK2, probably)

- Kazama: *is very likely on the ace spectrum* Kashiwagi, very repressed: we're so alike forreals Both: *never talk about it ever*

(Maybe it's not the ace spectrum though. It's just that Kazama can't allow any sexy stuff in his lifelong repenting. Only tragic suffering. The joys of life are heavily regulated and dispersed sparingly.)

- Dang, all this explains so much about Nishiki. About all of it.

Kiryu and Nishiki – a study in conscious and unconscious guilt, and how they circle in the brain. Installed by stellar parenting.

Nishiki: *can barely handle shit* Kashiwagi: woe, pathetic. look, your little brother is doing so well, has all his tears inside, where they're supposed to be ☝ Meanwhile Kiryu: *literally has no words to describe how bad he's feeling*

- Kashiwagi: if your feelings don't fit under the rock, you squish them harder ☝ pressure makes the man ☝ all your pain gets compressed into a diamond blade and then you cut bitches with it ☝

And other life wisdoms.

- Dang, Kashiwagi. His just 🧍🏻 Unaware of things.

- Kiryu battles Tojo clan chairman, Nishiki battles internalised homophobia. Kashiwagi is there for both of them /neg

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[rainydayathogwarts]

ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴇx ᴘᴛ.3 (ꜰɪɴᴀʟ) - ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

pt. 1 | pt. 2

I'm sorry this took so long for me to write, I had the weirdest two weeks of my life and exams are coming like now. I hate this but I also love it. wc: 1.3k Summary: I'm not telling you, you need to go read the first two parts!! Warnings: Internalised homophobia, angsty? Idk they get into an argument. Reader gets defensive quickly and is kind of a bitch.

@gracieluvthemoon @darkd3sire

"Hi" She breathed out, looking over your shoulder and into the room ahead, clearly searching for some sort of distraction. "I'm so glad you're here. Oh-come in. Sorry" You rushed, moving out of the doorway to let the rosy cheeked girl in.

Your eyes caught on the car she had come out of in the background, vaguely similar to one you had spent sleepless nights in. A red BMW. Steve's red BMW. Realising you'd been looking at him, Steve awkwardly waved at you and you clenched your jaw, stiffly raising a hand to say 'hi'.

Why on earth was he so close to her? I mean, of course, they were friends even while you were dating. In fact, Robin was the reason you broke up. Not because he caught feelings for her, because you did. But what if he had as well? Or what if he moved on too quickly? Why did they just suddenly get closer once you two called it quits?

And then you were regretting decisions you made all over again. Maybe the looks Robin gave you were purely platonic and you had misinterpreted them to be something more. I mean no one, no one, liked someone of the same sex. No one but freaks and Robin was in no way, shape or form, one of those.

You snapped back to the present just as you heard Robin muttering a quiet "Oh, hi Nancy." You didn't have to turn around to see Nancy's curt nod back to Robin. Cringing internally, you spun on your heels, kicking the door shut and dragging Robin towards the living room, where the party took place. Next to you, Robing held her breath. Everyone in the room was from your inner circle, meaning either she would have a terrible night with people trying to make small talk with her or you really did like her the way she thought you would. "Could I get you a drink?" You ask, already making your way back to the kitchen. Following you like a lost puppy, Robin enters the kitchen, where you kick out some boys trying to steal one too many beers. You open one, taking a sip and offering the bottle to Robin. She crinkles up her nose and takes it from your hand. She brings it close to her face, before taking a drink from it and scrunching her face in disgust. Hearing your giggles, Robin opens her eyes, and quickly gives you the bottle back when you offer to take it. "How about some punch?" You suggest, and Robin eagerly nods. "So," She starts. "Literally everyone here is pretty much a jock. Why am I here?" You raise an eyebrow, trying to mask the blood rushing to your face. "Please, have you seen Nancy? What about her is a jock?" Robin opens her mouth, trying to argue back, but her cheeks flush a dark pink and she closes it again. "I-fair point. But come on Y/N, I'm a band kid! I've shared classes with some of these people, but I bet if you asked one of them who I am, they won't know." You sigh, putting your drink down. "Well, does it matter what they think if I'm the one who invited you? I just wanted people I like here, but if you really hate it, you can go." You clenched your jaw, looking straight into Robin's eyes, trying to keep your face blank from any emotions. She furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head, and started speaking even as her eyes glossed over with wet tears. "Steve says you do that when you're upset. Your jaw goes tight and you give people that mean stare until you start to cry and they have no idea what they've done wrong."

You scoffed, picking up an empty beer and throwing it in the bin. "Did he? Well I'm sorry you're so obsessed with my ex-boyfriend who asks me out again every single week that you'd come here to talk to me about it! I don't know what's happening with you guys, or what you think is happening, but he doesn't like you that way, I can tell you that! Did you just come here to mock me? To show off that you know him just as well as I do? To rub it in my face that you're the one who's with him everyday and not me? To make sure I know that you're the one listening to his dumb stories and listen to him talking about weird things he's noticed about people that any normal person wouldn't catch on to!? Is that it? Well like you said Robin, you're just a band kid, and that means nothing here!"

You're panting, tears running down your face and you aggressively rub the back of your hand against your nose. It goes scarily silent, the only exception of sound being your panting and the blaring music playing outside this door.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes was all it took for you to throw out any chance of being in a relationship with Robin, and that was clear from the tears falling onto her rosy cheeks and the way her mouth fell open in shock at what you had said. "God, I-I can't believe it." Robin starts, and you can tell she's going to start ranting with the way she shakes her head faster than your eyes can keep track of. "I can't believe I thought you liked me. Like, not just like me like a friend like me, but like me like you liked Steve like me. But you just- you just like the attention don't you?"

"No, no Robin please."

"This entire time you just figured it out didn't you and you thought it would be amazing to keep not only my hopes high but Steve's, who continued to believe day by day that he still stood a chance with you while you played with my feelings, having me thinking that out of any universe, it would be this one where you liked girls."

You shook your head slowly, bringing up both your hands to rub at your eyes and mess the makeup you had spent a good hour putting on. "You could not be more wrong." You muttered. "You know why I broke up with him?" You asked, wiping the mix of makeup and tears on your trousers, and walking around the kitchen island to stand nearly chest to chest with Robin.

"I broke up with him because every time I walked into Scoops, I became more excited to see you than I was to see him. Because every time he took me into his arms and gave me the most amazing kiss I could ever dream of, I was hoping it would be someone else who did that. But clearly we don't feel the same way so feel free to leave."

You gestured to the door, but one of Robin's hands came up to cup your cheek and pull you into a soft kiss. Reluctantly, one of your hands came to rest on her hip as you returned the kiss, and you hooked a finger around her belt hoop, bringing her body closer to yours. You pulled away panting, Robin's eyes as wide as saucers. "Holy shit."

"I-uh, I'm sorry. For-" "No, no it's fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about liking attention and stuff. How about I make it up to you with uh- ice cream?" She asked.

You cringed. "Uh, as long as Steve isn't there. I think ice cream dates are forever ruined for me now."

[vesperpharsalius]

i got your reference! that’s why i said in gs cassius taking back the ring was just the engagement. i love that two lines because when i read the ending of gs i was traumatized by all that was happening, like darrow was there, stuck paralyzed on the ground by the venom, fitchner’s head on one side, nero and lorn killed by the jackal that has just shown his true face on the other, victra dying and roque having his judas moment. he did not know what had happened to sevro and mustang. peak dramatic moment. then cassius touched his hand and he was like “oh is he holding my hand??? <3” like BITCH BE SO FOR REAL this is not the moment to be gay (wrong it’s always the moment to be gay).

but also omg you saying that was cassius’s ring in Ig please like what if the rings were slightly different because maybe at the institute one was slightly scratched and so darrow realised that and virginia knew that too because she is observant. they looked at each other and the pin of remaining internalised homophobia in darrow made him say “maybe he lost the other one…” they both know it’s not true.

please you’re feeding my delusions too much I need chapter 9 of your fanfic 😭

Lol, that scene cracks me up, too. It’s such an unbelievably tense moment and I remember the first time I read it, I had to do a double–take, because—honestly, Darrow, these are your thoughts? Maybe apologize for destroying his entire House before you try for first–base.

(I am aware that Darrow thought Cassius was going to shake his hand, rather than hold it, but I think it says something spicy about Darrow that not only is he unfailingly tender where Cassius is concerned, he also invariably expects Cassius to return his affection—even after he admitted to killing Julian and did not apologize for it, he honestly believed that Cassius might forgive him. Like, dude, even Cassius isn’t that gay.)

But you’ve got me thinking of the end of MS now, when Darrow had just assassinated Octavia, overpowered the Jackal, and saved Cassius from the Joy Knight—y’know, he’s on the verge of either resounding success or crushing failure, trapped in the Dragonmaw, about to face Aja, the most terrifying razormaster in the system, with no armor and one hand. Despite all this, what is his stream of consciousness?

He grins, more alive in battle than anywhere else. I feel a pang, knowing this is always how it should have been. Missing the days where we rode together in the highlands pretending we were lords of the earth. I grin back at him, wounded, bleeding, but almost whole for the first time I can remember.

And Mustang has to literally tell them to focus and stop being gay. And you know what? They don’t. Good for them.

IIRC, they received new rings after they graduated from the Institute, ones that are iron rather than gold, but it’s possible that Darrow’s and Cassius’ could be perceptibly different.

I like to think Darrow and Mustang would both, independently, realize the ring was actually Cassius’, but never say anything. Darrow, because he’s a goddamn fool, wouldn’t understand the significance of it.

(Maybe Cassius was just confused? Sent the wrong one accidentally? Lost mine? I mean, what reason could he possibly have to send me his? 🤔)

But Mustang would, because she knows that Cassius is in love with Darrow (because it’s painfully obvious and, honestly, he probably confessed, while they were psuedo–dating) and it would make her smile.

And she would tell Victra, too, in confidence, who would find the entire thing hilarious.

I see the vision!

Ch. 9 is coming soon! Stay tuned. Tysm for reading.

Bonus points for the fact that, after the Iron Rain in GS, when Mustang is telling him everything that happened while he was unconscious, who is Darrow worried about? Guess.

“Oh, goryhell, you’re so tender sometimes. Do you regret cutting off his arm, too?”

[trans-wojak]

https://lesliefeinberg.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Stone-Butch-Blues-by-Leslie-Feinberg.pdf

^^^ read this it might do you some good

I have and it’s retarded, it’s a fictional story written by a confused mentally ill butch lesbian who thinks transsexual men are the same as “stone butches”. It’s pretty transphobic, too. (implying that trans men and butch lesbians are the same thing)

I have no idea why you cringe kids think that book convinces anyone if your illogical takes, it’s a w story written by a butch lesbian about a trans man that regrets his transition cause he can’t get bitches. Lmao.

You ain’t on my level, you’re just a woman with internalised misogyny and a product of homophobia. Get therapy.

[moonmoonthecrabking]

gracie ily but your internalised homophobia here is a bitch to write

[ant1m0ny]

These are all their names in my head and I think I'm funny