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saltcxrcle · 26 days ago

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girls i've never tried ── . ✶ jo harvelle

summary: the two of you were just best friends, right? but then why did jo want to kiss you every time she saw you?

pairings: bi! jo harvelle x bi! reader, jo harvelle x fem!reader, mentioned prev dean x reader, slight implied deanjoノ wc: 4.4k warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no use of 'y/n', best friends to lovers, jealousy, making out, smut, lots of praise, oral (both receiving), fingering, slightly dom!reader and sub!jo, pet names (baby, honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby girl)<- mostly used by reader, title is a lyric from naked in manhattan by chappell roan which the fic is loosely based on, kinda edited; all mistakes my own a/n: its a crime that there isn't more gay fics for jo so here i am doing my due diligence and providing you guys some jo smut for all of my bi girlies (gn) and lesbians that love jo lol also idk how not yap in my fics lmao but enjoy! jo harvelle masterlist

JO WANTED TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING WITH A GIRL.

More specifically, she wanted to know what it would be like to be with her best friend, you. It was a thought that always crossed her mind, even when she was younger, and the two of you were messing around in her room, giggling at something you guys were reading in a magazine.

You were her best friend ever since her father died, and your parents had shown up at the Roadhouse to offer their condolences to Ellen when they heard the news. You were a bit older than her but shot her a kind smile that made her stomach flip when you told her that you liked her Sleeping Beauty shirt.

You practically grew up with Jo and Ellen, and your parents would leave you with her as they went on hunts, so the two of you stuck by each other like glue. Ellen called the pair of you “two peas in a pod.”

Jo loved how quick-witted you were and how willing you were to teach her about hunting (even if her mom hated that your parents started taking you on hunts when you were just sixteen). But she saw less of you as you went on hunts with your parents before you started to go on your hunts after they had retired.

You would stop by the Roadhouse occasionally when you could or when you were passing by, never failing to fill Jo in on the hunts you went on or which monsters you had killed in the time that you hadn’t seen her or Ellen.

She remembers the time right before you stopped coming by as often, telling her how you lost your virginity to this guy named Dean, who had these bright green eyes and plush lips that felt so soft against yours. You mentioned that he was another hunter, and Jo had to bury the little green monster that she felt clawing at her chest as you detailed the experience.

Jo didn’t know why she was jealous that guy got to be your first, but she chalked it up to not having been able to lose her virginity yet since everyone else around her was, including her best friend.

But her jealousy almost always took center stage when you came around the Roadhouse and slept over, telling her about the men and women that you would hook up with on the road. Jo would have a fake smile plastered on her face because, apparently, she was a masochist when it came to you and asked you if you had met someone while on a hunt.

It was only when she saw you flirting with a girl at the bar when you were helping Ellen and Jo out for the night—pouring and serving drinks to the patrons in the Roadhouse.

God, I wish I was her. Jo thought as she saw you send the girl you were flirting with a sultry smile before the realization hit her like a bolt of lighting,

Jo knew that she liked men. She just didn’t realize that she also liked women until she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s waist, sending Jo a wink before the two of you sauntered out of the place once it was closing time.

Now, it had been a couple of months since she had seen you, and the Winchesters were like a tornado, storming into the Roadhouse and effectively taking you off of her mind. Jo thought she was getting somewhere with Dean even though something about him seemed familiar to her, but she ignored it as she talked to him and refilled his whiskey.

The door opened to the Roadhouse, and Jo didn’t look up from wiping down the bar, but Dean did, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you walk through the entrance.

“Well, I’ll be damned, Winchester, didn’t think you knew this place.” You smirked at the sight of the Winchester brothers as you walked over to the bar.

Jo’s eyes snapped up from what she was doing, her gaze trained on you as you gave Sam a quick side hug as a greeting.

Dean grabbed your waist and tucked you into his side. “It’s a small world for us hunters isn’t it?.” Dean joked as he squeezed your arm. “The only reason we come back is because the service is great here.” Dean winked at Jo.

Jo’s eyes were lasered in on Dean’s arm around you. The familiarity of the gesture wasn’t lost on her.

You chuckled at Dean’s words.“ You aren’t wrong there Dean.”

You turned to face your best friend. “Hi Joey!” You greeted Jo with a bright smile.

“You know the Winchesters?” Jo asked instead of saying hi back to you.

You nodded, noting the bluntness of her tone, but you would talk to her later. “Yep, ran into Dean a long time ago, but ran into these two on that hunt with the revenant I told you about a while back.”

Something clicked in Jo’s brain. This was the Dean that had taken your virginity all those years ago. The same Dean she thought she was interested in. Fuck. Of course, out of all people, it had to be him. God must hate me. She thought as she swallowed hard.

“Ah, I remember now.” She sent you a tight smile. “Did you want your usual?”

You looked down at your watch. “Not all that into day drinking, I’ll take a root beer though.”

Jo nodded and went to the mini fridge below the bar to grab the root beer that you only drank when you weren’t feeling up to alcohol. She ignored the rush of relief that went through her when you finally pulled away from Dean’s side as you sat on the barstool in between Sam and Dean. Jo also ignored how her heart rate picked up when your fingers brushed against hers as she handed you your drink.

The four of you fell into a conversation, but Jo barely participated. Witnessing the rapport between you and the Winchesters made her skin crawl as comfortable exchanges of touches between you and Dean made her burn with jealousy. Jealous of who? Jo could barely tell anymore.

Sam noticed how quiet Jo was and how she was staring intently at you and Dean. He didn’t know what her problem was today. Still, regardless of her sudden silence, he tried to involve her in the conversation as best he could. Still, she gave short answers, which made you raise an eyebrow at her.

But before you could question her attitude, customers started to file in, and the evening rush began for the Roadhouse. You decided to help out, hopping behind the bar and making drinks for the boys and other patrons. You had tried to talk to Jo in between serving and making drinks, but she managed to avoid you by going around, taking orders, and going to the kitchen.

You huffed but let it go, figuring that something else earlier in the day had set her off. Sam and Dean left right before closing, promising you that they would text you if they needed help on their next hunt. Soon after they left, you made the last call before the Roadhouse closed.

Once everything was cleaned up, Jo was nowhere to be seen, and you sighed. That girl was moody, and you were going to find out why.

You quickly made your way to Jo’s room and found her sitting at her vanity, already dressed for bed and beginning to pull her hair up.

“So, are you going to tell me what crawled up your ass and died?” You asked Jo as you leaned against her door frame.

You heard her scoff. “It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like “nothing”.” You kicked off of her door frame, toeing your boots off before walking further into her room and sitting on her bed. “Come on Jo, talk to me! You barely spoke to me today.”

Jo said your name tiredly. “It’s just been a long day.”

“Then it’s the perfect time to talk about it.”

“I’d rather not right now.” Jo’s words came out clipped as she stood up from her vanity, aiming to go to the other side of her room to pull out socks from her dresser.

But before she could, you grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. You stood up from the bed and tried to meet her eyes.

“Jo, please, talk to me.” You pleaded softly. You could tell something was bothering her, and you just wanted to know what it was. “Is it because I didn’t check for a while?”

She shook her head, looking away from you. Jo debated on what to tell you. “Why didn’t you tell me that Dean Winchester was the guy that took your virginity?”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other until today. Besides, why does that matter? That happened so long ago.”

Jo couldn’t look at you, biting her bottom lip. She didn’t want to admit to anything she wasn’t ready to face head-on. She ripped her wrist from your grip.

“I told you it’s nothing. Can you just leave it?” Jo went back on her path towards her dresser, but you blocked her from even taking a step.

“No, because I’m trying to talk to my best friend but she won’t even give me the time of day right now.”

“And that’s my problem!” Jo’s outburst shocked you, your stomach dropping to your ass.

A tense silence settled between you and her.

“What do you mean?” You whispered.

Jo sighed. “You’ve always been my best friend. But seeing you with Dean today, set me off.”

“I-i do you like Dean? Is that why you’ve been acting short with me?” You swallowed thickly.

You’ve always liked Jo ever since you realized that you like both girls and boys but kept that hidden from her—never once getting the vibe that she swung both ways. You liked Dean, but he was like your best friend, and you both had agreed that the first time was fun, but that time would be the only time the two of you would hook up.

“No. I don’t think I do. All I know is that I was jealous that Dean got to have you and I-” Jo shut her mouth before she admitted her feelings for you. But the damage was already done.

“And you what?” Your heart started to pound in your chest. “You cannot leave me hanging here Jo.”

Jo bit her bottom lip, your gaze straying to her lips before you met her brown eyes once more.

“I wished that I could have you in the same way Dean did.” Jo’s words were quiet, but they sounded deafening to your ears.

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. “You could, you know?”

“What?” Jo’s head was spinning at your words but also at the sight of the sly smile on your face. Her breath hitched as you stepped closer to her, your warm hands landing on her waist.

“I’ve liked you for a long time Jo. If you wanted to sleep with me, you could have just asked, you know?”

Jo’s heart felt like it could escape from out of her chest cavity. “I like you too. I wasn’t sure if it was in a friendly way or not.”

You smiled at her as you leaned closer to Jo. “Well I’m glad it isn’t. Can I kiss you pretty girl?” Your breath was fanning over her lips, rubbing your nose against her as you saw her pretty brown eyes flutter.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy and filled with want.

You wasted no time pressing your lips against Jo’s. Her lips were so soft and pliant as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but push your lips against hers harder, pouring all of the years of secret yearning into it.

Jo moaned against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as you pushed her backward until her knees hit the edge of her bed. Jo fell backward, breaking the kiss the two of you were sharing. She shuddered at the sight of your dark eyes, filled with desire, as you drank in the sight of her slightly swollen lips.

Jo was dressed in some pajama shorts with a tight, long-sleeve shirt, and you could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples showing through the thin fabric. You internally groaned at the sight, but you crawled on top of the bed, making her crawl up it until her head hit her pillows.

You hovered over her, cupping Jo’s face with one of your hands as you took in how the warm lighting from her lamp highlighted her features. “You’re so pretty.” You breathed out.

Jo blushed at your praise, making you grin at the sight of her reddening cheeks. You leaned down and kissed her again—wanting to feel her soft lips against yours once more. Her kisses were addictive, and you were so sure that the taste of her would have you hooked on her indefinitely.

You took the lead, swiping your tongue at the seam of Jo’s lips and groaning softly when you felt her tongue shyly dance with yours. Shit, she was so sweet, and you were going to have fun with her.

Your free hand started to roam, cupping her breast through her shirt, squeezing it slightly. She let out the cutest squeak against your mouth, making you chuckle.

“Is this okay?” You asked when you pulled away from her now swollen lips.

“Yeah.” Jo answered with a small pant to her words.

You ducked your head down, planting small kisses on her jaw before trailing down and nipping at the soft skin of her neck. Jo’s hands grabbed your biceps, squeezing as she let out the softest moan like she was afraid to be loud. The sound sent a wave of arousal through you and made you nip harder at her neck.

“Don’t be afraid to be loud. Wanna hear you, honey.” You murmured into her skin, and you made your way to her collarbone, moving your hand from her breast and pulling the collar of her already low-cut shirt to suck at her chest.

Jo continued to let out breathy moans, but they were louder this time around, and it was like music to your ears. The hand that was on her cheek moved to play with the hem of her shorts, but she grabbed your wrist.

You looked at Jo, pulling away from her chest to look at her, her eyes wide and filled with nerves.

“I-I’ve never been with a girl before.”

Something inside of you purred at her words. This was a little archaic, but you were glad that you were going to be the first girl that she’d have sex with.

“S’fine. Just relax, I’ll take care of you pretty girl.” You promised.

Jo swallowed thickly before nodding. You kissed her softly, your hands tugging at the hem of her shirt. She got the memo and raised her arms up as you took off her shirt, exposing her bare chest to you.

She resisted the urge to hide from your reverent stare. “God, you’re gorgeous Jo. So, so pretty.” You couldn’t help but praise her—pressing soft kisses down her chest and stomach before your lips hit the hem of her shorts.

“Can I take these off?” Your fingers were hooked on the waistband of her shorts.

She nodded again. But you shook your head.

“I need words baby.”

“Yes, you can take them off.” Jo’s words were rushed, clearly eager—any previous shyness dissipated as arousal flooded her veins.

“Good girl.” You said before pulling her shorts, along with her underwear, down her legs, exposing her cunt to the cool air of the room.

“Fuck.” You cursed at the sight of Jo’s bare center. There was a small patch of dark blonde hair at her pubic bone, and it was the most amazing sight you’ve ever seen.

You settled between her open legs, your gaze on Jo’s cunt. Jo saw the hunger in your eyes, and she felt like you could devour her whole. She shivered in anticipation as your hands gripped her thighs.

“Always knew you were going to have a pretty pussy. Bet it looks as good as it tastes.” You pressed teasing kisses to Jo’s inner thighs. She almost squirmed at the feeling—her hands grabbing at her sheets, wanting to feel your mouth on her.

You leaned in closer to her pussy—it was practically glistening in the low light as you blew cool air on it, making Jo’s cunt clench around nothing. You laughed lightly at the small squeak that Jo made. Her hips canted forward—Jo wanted, no, needed to feel your mouth devouring her.

“Did you need something baby?” You looked up from her wet slit to meet the pleading brown gaze of Jo. God, you hadn’t done anything, and she already looked fucked out.

Jo whined. “Please.” She whispered.

“Please what?” You knew you were being a bit mean, teasing her like this but it was too hard not to. “I need to hear you say it baby.”

“Please put your mouth on me.”

You grinned against her inner thigh, planting another kiss there. “My mouth is on you baby. You gotta be more specific.”

Jo almost growled in frustration, her hand moving from the bed to grab the back of your head and shove you closer to her leaking cunt. “Need your mouth on my pussy.”

“Wasn’t that easy?” You said before licking a wide strip from her slit to her clit.

Jo let out a pleasured sigh from the feeling of your tongue finally on her aching cunt. You softly licked at her, swirling your tongue around her sensitive clit before wrapping your lips around it, suckling at the bundle of nerves softly.

Moans left her pretty mouth, her noises spurring you on to continue your mission to get her to come around your mouth. You ate her out messily, uncaring of her slick getting all over your chin and mouth. She tasted so good. A mix of tang and musk flooded your senses as you licked at her slit, your nose buried in the soft hair at the top of her mound.

Your dominant hand left her thigh as you pulled away from her. A little whine left her mouth in the midst of her moans. Your hand made its way to run through her wet fold, slicking up your fingers.

“That feels good honey?” You nipped at her thigh, rubbing at her clit with your slicked-covered fingertips.

“Uh huh.” Jo nodded furiously, her hair mussing up from the action.

You slapped at her clit lightly, making her hip twitch at the sensation. “Words.” You reminded Jo before prodding at her entrance with your middle finger.

“Yes! Feels so good, please.” Jo didn’t know what she was pleading for. All she knew was that she wanted to come.

You didn’t respond, letting your finger slip into her warm pussy and feeling her gummy walls contract around it. Your mouth sealed around her clit again as your finger slowly moved in her. It didn’t take long for Jo’s moans to fill the room again. You could feel your underwear sticking to your absolutely drenched cunt, but you kept your focus on Jo, wanting to wring any and all bit of pleasure out of her.

Your middle finger was soon joined by your ring finger. “S’tight baby. Can barely move my fingers with how hard you’re clenching around them.”

Your words filled Jo’s lower belly with heat as her hips moved in tandem with your fingers, meeting your slow thrusts.

Jo could feel the familiar burn building through her body when she thought of this very moment with her own fingers buried in her pussy alone in her room.

“You’re close aren’t you? Can feel you clench around my fingers, you gonna come for me?” Your fingers found the spongy spot that she could never find herself and made a come hither motion, brushing against the spot each time your fingers moved in and out of her.

Jo’s moans became higher and more frequent, and she was so close to cumming. But she was still missing something, and you could tell. You sealed your lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Jo let out a moan that almost sounded like a wail as she clenched around your fingers, gushing all over them and your face as heat filled her body and stars danced behind her eyes.

You worked her through her orgasm, removing your fingers when her walls stopped clenching around them, and your tongue gently moved through her sensitive folds. You pressed one last kiss to her clit before trailing your lips up her soft skin, hovering over her and petting at her hair.

“There she is.” You said before dipping down and kissing her tenderly. Jo thought it would be weird to taste herself on her lips, but if anything, it spurred her on. She pressed her lips hard against yours as her hands pawed at your shirt, wanting it off. You laughed at her eagerness and broke the kiss to help her take it off.

Soon enough, you found yourself naked and in Jo’s position—on your back as she was hovering over you and squeezing at your breasts as she kissed you. You moaned in her mouth as she pinched at your nipples before she tore her mouth away from you and moved down your neck and chest.

Jo made her way down your body, the lust-fueled confidence slowly ebbing away when she was in between your legs and staring at your bare center. There was a hunger in her brown gaze, but it was overshadowed by nerves and hesitancy.

“Hey.” You called at her softly, sitting up and cupping her face. “Do whatever feels right.”

“But what if-”

“You’ll do fine, baby.” You cut her off. “I’ll guide you if you need it okay?” Your thumb swiped at her cheek before kissing her softly as reassurance.

Jo melted into the kiss before you broke it. You sent her a tender smile before laying back and moving your hands to her hair, pushing the blonde strands out of her face.

Jo took a deep breath before settling in between your legs. She decided to mirror what you did to her, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before reaching your clit and kissing it. A quiet moan left your lips, spurring Jo on.

She pressed a more demanding kiss to your clit before her tongue darted out and licked at it. Another moan left your lips, and Jo decided to go for it, using her tongue to swipe through your slit and taste you fully.

“Ah, doing so well Jo.” You praised as she sucked at your clit, her doe-like eyes looking up at you sent another bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.

You could tell that she was inexperienced with her tongue, but she made up for it in eagerness. Your hands were wound in her hair, nails scratching at her scalp—making her moan against your cunt. The vibrations felt delicious against your cunt, and you couldn’t help but grind against her face.

“Jo baby, use your fingers like I did.” You ordered breathlessly.

Jo complied, bringing her slender fingers to your spit–slicked entrance and slipped one of them in.

“Another one baby, please.” You were wet enough that you didn’t need to be prepped. Jo slipped another one in you, and you sighed at the feeling of being filled by her fingers.

“Okay, use your pretty mouth on my clit and move your fingers like this,” You directed Jo, simulating the motion you did for her.

Jo nodded and started to put your instructions to use. She sucked and licked at your swollen clit and moved her fingers inside of you. You were letting out moans and whines, praises spilling from your lips.

Jo keened at the praise, doubling down on your pussy. Her ministrations were enthusiastic, a little uncoordinated, but it was still bringing you closer to the edge. You would let Jo practice on you whenever she wanted.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

Jo really wanted to make you feel good as you made her feel. She shook her head, moving her fingers faster, brushing against your g-spot.

“Shit! Doing so well f’me baby girl, keep going. So so close.” You moaned out, pushing her face further into your cunt. Jo kept at her pace, feeling your walls clenching and twitching around her fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You came hard around Jo’s fingers and mouth. Jo continued at her pace, working you through your orgasm, and you had to push Jo away from you as she continued to move her fingers inside of you and licking at your pussy, bordering overstimulation.

“Come here.” You beckoned, sitting up and meeting Jo in the middle, pulling her into a filthy kiss.

“Did so well baby girl, haven’t come that hard in a while.” You praised her as you pulled away and caressed her sides.

Jo flushed at your praise and smiled at you. She kissed you again before worry flared up inside of her.

“This isn’t a one time thing for you is it?” Jo asked as she broke the kiss.

You pulled her down to lay beside you. You were facing her, your hand resting on the side of her neck. “No it’s not.” You reassured her. “M’not letting you go now that I have you. Is it for you?”

Jo breathed out a sigh of relief before shaking her head. “No, never was.”

You sent her a dazzling smile, making her heart almost skip a beat. Jo couldn’t help but smile back at you before you kissed her, but the two of you were still smiling so wide that it could barely qualify as a kiss.

The two of you never wanted to leave the blissful bubble of her room. The rest of the night was filled with soft caresses and quiet conversation about your hunts—a warmth settled in both yours and Jo’s chest. Everything felt right. and Jo couldn’t help but think she wanted to stay like this with you forever. Little did she know you were thinking the exact same thing.

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froznwater · 9 months ago

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post WT Alenaoh drabble

Alejandro wins World Tour and now not only does his family treat him poorly, but so does the rest of the world. Even Heather gets her bit of redemption after being "used by the evil Alejandro." But none of the shows fans like him. They can admit he was smart, yes, but ultimately someone able to play with that many peoples hearts is not a good person. Twitter trends with phrases like 'rigged', 'not my tdw', and 'slippery eel' for weeks after his victory. His phone number gets leaked, bombarded with hateful messages, and his car gets keyed during the ten minutes he takes to run into his local mall to pick up a gift for his mother on her birthday. Tiktok makes 'plot twist' edits of him. Where it begins with him, but ultimately switches to another of his precious peers after they "shut him down" and the entire concept is just one big fuck Alejandro party in the comments. Hundreds- thousands of greasy idiots belittling him for their enjoyment. He doesn't even post on Instagram anymore. Too pussy to entirely turn off the comments and let the world think they've won, he just buries the app deep in a folder and leaves it untouched. Eel. Fake. Bop. I'm doing it, are you? How many letters in Alejandro? Is that oil I see? Noah = 8.

Some people even show up at his house. His father hires bodyguards and demands the police to patrol the area, but blames Alejandro for all of it. This is all your fault. You were too careless. You should have done this. You shouldn't have done this. Look, this person figured you out. Why did you say this? That was dumb. Jose would have done better. He WON, didn't he? ...Didn't he? But college starts in two months, so he rides it out as much as he can. College sucks. Everyone stares, but no one approaches unless it's some dickhead-sexist loser clapping him on the back with enough gusto that really re-whacks the reality into him every time. He's met with "Aren't you that asshole that won Total Drama World Tour a couple months ago?" any time he tries to make some friends. None of the cast reach out. It stings, but Alejandro gets it. He's not wanted. Within three weeks, he's moves to the middle of fucking no where with his cat and enrolls in as many online classes that his new mediocre college will allow. - Noah, praised for his intelligence and funny one-liners over his course of 15 minutes of screen-time, is the fan-favourite. Officially. Voted through the after-season special reunion. Even though he never made it far. In the beginning it's vaguely funny, karmatic. Him. Noah. The unlike-able "schemer." Is the one that fans edit on tiktok and quote on Twitter. After a (short)while it's annoying. He can't get his coffee before class without posing(or declining to do so) for at least two instagram photos. He can't scroll Twitter without seeing someone referencing him in the replies. "Giving slippery eel." "It's all down here from here, honey."

Even his nickname for Owen is used to fatshame people everywhere. "Lunchbox." Is commented under anyone over 100 pounds. It puts a foul taste in Noah's mouth that makes him lock his phone and touch fucking grass every time. Tiktok clips of him go viral. So not only does a lot of America know him, most of it does, as well as other parts of the big wide world. It sucks. The studio won't let it die either. They sell merch of his face. Of his sweater vest with the inbuilt button-up. Of his face on a gay flag(which the fans use as confirmation in his sexuality after demanding so from him for months and getting no answer.(He isn't even gay.)) Of his last insult to Alejandro. And, really, who actually won that fight? Noah, bisexual gay icon, who signed away all his rights to merch pay-cut? Or the man and his million dollars that hasn't been seen or heard from in three months? With love and admiration comes hate. It's piling up more and more. And the more people blindly defend him the more people that come out with their "I'm going to be honest. I didn't care for Noah from Total Drama." And Noah can deal with hate. Honestly, he can deal with it better than he can with love and people genuinely liking him. But he's seen the pattern. He knows where this is going. He goes on a few interviews he never accepted before, gets a new phone number, deletes all his social media, applies to a new college with a student count of 2,000, and retires his red sweaters.

Fuck the internet.

- You'll never guess who he sees.

#alenoah #td noah #td alejandro #total drama world tour #total drama #writing #td alenoah

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meepmoopdraws2 · 6 months ago

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These are my rushed thoughts for the people who are anti-gay Eddie as someone who wholeheartedly believes that he is.

The main argument I see against supporting Eddie Diaz as a queer-coded character, and or that his arc isn’t right to evolve in the direction of making him canonically gay comes in several different shades of “we need to see more healthy platonic relationships between men represented in media.”

That sentiment holds value, and it holds weight because it’s accurate. There is no way to negate the need to see that kind of representation or to seek it out within the characters, or stories we love the most.

The root that leads the search for that kind of representation stems from the real societal pressure that in order for men to be man-enough they should throw their hands up in surrender to society’s void and walk its narrow path. The rusty warnings along the way deem that a fall is deadly, that in a blazing fire it is safest to breathe smoke; that should another man intervene and hold an extinguisher to those flames it works best at a distance. Walk alone, walk far, hold on but not too tight.

Stand at attention. A strong man does not weep. A strong man will provide. A strong man knows God’s name. A strong man shouldn’t feel too deeply. Won’t feel too deeply. Can’t feel too deeply. A strong man will do what’s right, and what needs to be done.

Eddie’s characterization is vast. The show explores the layers that make up each individual piece of his identity, and with each passing year it uncovers more of what he’s tried hardest to bury.

Eddie is a man who grew up navigating that path, walking it over and over until its direction was nothing but wishful thinking-hoping it’ll carry him far enough and muscle memory-that it will regardless. Such a rigid path would let him continue onward should he find his eyes shut. A walk might not find itself a tedious task until its direction is challenged, and Eddie is a man who walks forward. This is a man who’d crawl for miles before stopping to acknowledge his hands and knees were scraped raw.

It’s a ‘manmade’ path. A path carved through repetition. At any cost he was always going to walk forward in complete darkness.

Eddie wouldn’t stop until he finally had visual of the curves in his path-curves someone had created trailing by his side. What could slow his stride other than that which holds Eddie’s heart sane?

His son is perfect-his son will always be perfect. He’ll grow up to be a strong man. Shouldn’t feel too deeply. Can’t feel too deeply. Won’t feel too deeply.

What is it that holds Eddie’s heart sane?

What is it that makes a man strong?

The hardest moments on the show come when Eddie questions how he could ever call himself a man if he were let his son trail that narrow path behind him, and when he realizes how long he may have been.

This is a man who spent his entire life conforming to fit the wrong definition of strength and man whilst equating the two. Every step he takes to fit a certain narrative weighs him down and sends cracks up the walls he has relied on so heavily to stand tall. Though with every shockwave those walls are bound to cave in.

When Eddie moved away from home he finally found footing in a few different directions. Choosing love slowed his pace. Watching his chosen family in colour could stop him dead in his tracks.

There is beauty in vulnerability. To share love, light, and laughter; to cry, scream and hurt. To have someone, illuminate the best parts of life, and dim the worst. To watch the people he cares the most about exist freely and proudly. To change and regress and grow and change again. To find truth through the broken and mended shards of love that others hold still for him when he can’t find his grip.

Bobby and Michael; Chimney and Bobby; Bobby and Eddie; Eddie and Chimney, Buck and Chimney; Buck and Bobby; Albert and Buck; Chimney and Ravi; Eddie and Buck.

“We need to see more healthy platonic relationships between men represented in media.” Its found in a blended family, its found in chosen family, its found in brotherhood, and its found in partnership, its found in friendship.

To open and close and open again. To bury and uncover and bury, bury deep. To see clearly, find hope and take on change. To know love as unconditional. To realize what you know is no longer what you see. To know that the path you’re expected to walk is not what makes you who you are. That rather, the life you choose, the people you choose, the hearts you hold closest are inherently what carve out what makes up your own.

To see “healthy platonic relationships between men,” and know that it doesn’t change who they are. That the best relationships will only uncover deeper parts of yourself including the ones you didn’t know you were allowed to show. Because, what if being vulnerable doesn’t make you a certain way… what if it just shows you how to be true?

Using that kind of representation against the widely held head-canon that Eddie Diaz is queer-coded becomes homophonic rhetoric when it is found through dozens of men who love, and respect one another without any romantic undertone. To turn around, and actively put the continued search for that representation on the narrow path you fight against is where MY issue lies.

Eddie Diaz is a man who is still walking forward continuing to carve out a path that is bound to crumble.

To uncover the beauty in truth and error. To find connection with other men, and find closeness with another man. To watch the exploration and normalcy of love. To uncover that there is no set path. To know he gets to be who he is as he is, that trying to fit a certain narrative will only ever break his heart over and over and over again. Eddie can find his truth, but he’ll find it when he realizes it’s always been present.

What if uncovering the truest parts of himself doesn’t make him gay? What if he has a close vulnerable relationship with his best friend and it doesn’t make him gay? But what if after everything he’s shoved down and repressed and unmasked-what if he so happens to be gay? I would think that doesn’t mean he’s not man enough anymore? If Eddie were to realize he had fallen in love with his best friend does that mean that their vulnerability shared platonically in the past didn’t count? Does Eddie being gay mean his journey to find what it is to be a man is void? Does Eddie’s potential queerness eliminate the past elements of platonic vulnerability on the show? Did Buck’s?

There is beauty in vulnerability but the best man knows there is power in acceptance.

Accepting others. Accepting yourself. Accepting the truth as it comes.

If that truth is queer-coded to such a large demographic why is it so unsettling?

A man’s journey to find what it means to be strong despite the void of society’s narrow path is not devalued by his potential queerness.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #911 thoughts #911 season 8 #buddie #buckley diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #gay firefighter show

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futturmanspookie · 9 months ago

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"You Belong With Me"

Summary – You and Clapton are best friends, and you are totally in love with him, but he dates Ione. Pairings – Clapton DavisX Male!Reader Tags – fluff, cheesy end, oneshot, mlm, a bit of cheating(not on you tho), friends to lovers. Words – 2,9K

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song

You're lied on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Creep by Radiohead playing loudly on your headphones, you wonder if Ione even knows what Radiohead is...

It pisses you off... How Clapton liked her and not you, what's so interesting about Ione anyway? She's just another blonde, pretty cheerleader... It's not like she was any special!

But Clapton still seemed to like her, of course, a guy like Clapton Davis would never be gay... And would never go out with a guy like you.

You look over your window, seeing Clapton. Besides childhood best friends, you two were also window neighbors.

You see him by the desk, looking down at his notebook as tried to learn something. He told you last week that Principal Verge scolded him about his terrible grades.

He looks so cute when he's distracted... You can't help but staring.

Clapton notice you're staring and looks up, a sly smirk appearing on his lips, what made you blush and look away. Your phone buzzed, it was him.

Staring, huh?

You feel your stomach flipping and your cheeks tingling... He certainly knew the effect he had on you.

Maybe

You answered smiling at the screen and taking a glare at the window, just to see Clapton sitting on his chair with a wide grin on his face as looked at his phone.

Ur gay as fuck

Shut up

Never

You chuckle a bit, biting your lower lip as rolled on the bed, lying on your stomach and kicking your feet.

I can see u all happy through ur window

Stalker

He chuckled at that and looked up at the window, just to see you smiling and looking at him too.

You look cute like this

That made your cheeks flush more and you shook your head.

Fuck you

I love ya too babe :3

I'll ignore you.

Nooooo!!!!

Shhhh!

You turned of your phone, burying your face on the pillow and giggling, kicking your feet hysterically.

You were sure Clapton was seeing but you didn't cared, he surely already knew how much effect his words have over you.

Your phone buzzes a few times and you grabs it, seeing a ton of messages from Clapton.

Hey Heyyyy Y/nnn Buddyyyyy Bud Budddd

As soon as they were read, Clapton started texting again.

Can u come over? Need help with English Please?

You absolutely can't resist him, you smile at the messages and soon answer.

Sure, i'll be here in less than a minute

You texted and turned off your phone, shoving it in your pocket and looking around your room for your snickers.

...

Thirty minutes of trying to teach something to Clapton, nothing. Everything you said just got into his hollow head by one ear and slipped out by the other.

Every time you tried to explain something he just talked about how pretty you looked while explaining and how soft your hair looked today... He always wanted to get a reaction out of you.

"Clapton, i'm serious." You mumbled, rolling your eyes and smirking a bit.

"I know, and you look beautiful when you're serious." He answered, chuckling and holding your chin.

You chuckled and bit your lower lip, drumming the pen against the desk anxiously...

Clapton's phone started ringing.

"Oh, it's Ione." He said, grabbing it and looking at the call identifier.

He quickly answer the call and you can hear Ione yelling through the line.

"What the fuck, Clapton? You were hanging out with Y/n yesterday? I thought you would go out with me!" She snapped angrily, she didn't supported the fact Clapton had friends besides her.

"Calm down, babe-" He said, rolling his eyes and huffing. You hated hearing him calling her that, you were the one supposed to be his "babe", not Ione.

"Calm down? You're a terrible boyfriend!" Ione yelled, hanging up on Clapton.

"Shit." He mumbled, closing his eyes and leaving the phone over the desk as pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Why does it even matter? She's always like this..." You said, crossing your arms and sighing.

"She's still my girlfriend, Y/n." Clapton said, huffing and supporting his elbows on the desk. "I still get frustrated when she's upset at me."

Girlfriend, ouch... It's not like you didn't knew the truth, that they dated, but it still hurts hearing him calling Ione that.

You just sigh and tries to focus back on the lesson, but you both noticed how uncomfortable the silence felt now.

"You don't like Ione, do you?" He asked, leaning back against his chair and covering his face with his hands.

"Not even a bit." You mumbled as noted something down on Clapton's notebook.

"Yeah i know." He answered, sighing.

You wished Ione never had called, so Clapton would keep jokingly flirting with you, and you could have at least a bit of hope on you two.

...

After an hour, you go back to your house. You both managed to make things less strange between each other, but still wasn't the same as the start of the night.

As soon as you flop down on your bed, you receive a text from Clapton.

Sorry :(

You smiled a bit at the screen, quickly texting him back.

It's okay :,)

No it's not

Dw Clapton

Yes, i will

Go sleep you jerk

Not if you keep mad at me

I'm not mad at you

Yes you are! I know you, Y/n, goddammit!

Stop being paranoid and go to sleep

>:^

You smile at the message, turning your phone off and looking at the window. Clapton was sitting on the bed, his expressing looking exactly like the emoticon he just sent.

He texts you again.

Y/n I don't want things strange between us

Things aren't strange, Clappy :)

You saw a smile appearing his face as you used the nickname.

U promise?

Pinky promise.

Okay, i may trust you now.

You chuckled and rolled on the bed, lying on your side.

Goodnight

Goodnight pookie bear >:3

You cheeks tingled with a sly blush, you looked at his window again, just to watch him closing the curtains and turning off the lights.

After some minutes, you got up and did the same.

...

Next morning, you met Clapton at the bus stop and hugged him like every day.

"How did you slept?" You asked, your arms wrapped around his torso and your head lied on his shoulder.

"Great..." He said in a soft tone, rubbing your back with one hand and caressing your hair with another.

You smiled sweetly and hugged him for a few more minutes, mumbling some rhetorical questions to each other before pulling away.

"Is this the shirt i gave you last Christmas?" You asked, staring at Clapton's Oasis shirt.

"Yeah, you liked my fit?" He asked in a cocky tone as pulled the hem of his shirt down and tilted his head to the side.

"You look stunningly-" You said, chuckling and looking down at Clapton's clothes. He always looked stunningly, you thought.

The bus arrived after a few more minutes, and you two sat beside each other as always. Clapton always lets you sit by the window, he knew how much you liked to watch the streets during the way.

You loved watching the suburban landscape, yeah, but you loved watching Clapton even more. The way he always looked calm, and that little smile he always had stamped on his lips, the lips you wished kissing so much times...

He noticed when you stole glances at him, but he never said nothing, he thought it was better to let you think you were good at hiding it. And to be honest, he liked the way your eyes shined when you looked at him.

The day went by normally, during Arts class, Clapton started texting you.

Hey

What?

I wanna see you :(

I'm on arts now

I know, im on math

It sucks

Yeah... Can we hang out on the skate park after school?

I thought you would go to the arcade with Sander

Im not going anymore

Ur terrible

I know >:3

Meet ya in front of school at 3

Sup!

You turn off your phone an goes back to your painting, it ends up looking a bit too much like Clapton... You knew it wasn't a good idea memorizing his features.

At three you go out the school like all the other students. You Clapton leaned against Ione's car, talking to her.

You walks behind him and wraps your arms around his neck, messing his hair and kissing his cheek.

"Hey Clappy!" You said, smirking. Clapton chuckles and holds your arm.

"Hey..." He said, smiling.

Ione, by the other side, was frowning and giving you a death glare.

"Want a ride, Babe?" She asked, looking at Clapton.

He gets a bit uncomfortable and shifts in his place.

"I can't, i'm going to hang out with Y/n." He said, shrugging and scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh." Ione answered, frowning her nose. "Alright." She said, shrugging and looking away in anger.

Ione was nice, it's just... She was jealous, and she wasn't the type of girl for Clapton... Innit?

You two walk the half of the way in silence, and then Clapton smiles a bit and looks at you.

"Want a skateboard ride?" He asked, raising the skateboard that was under his shoulder.

"How you plan on giving me a "skateboard" ride?" You asked, chuckling.

He smirked and dropped the skateboard on the floor, lifting you up and positioning you over the skateboard.

"Like this-" He said, holding on your waist and putting his right foot over the board, using the other one to impulse the skateboard to move.

You blush a bit and chuckles, enjoying the feeling of Clapton close to you.

"Why do you always want to hang out, by the way?" You ask, looking forward as you both skateboard towards the park.

"I don't know." He mumbled, shrugging and supporting his chin on your shoulder. "I enjoy your company." He said, smiling a bit.

You smile sweetly, looking to the ground and then up again, thinking about you and Clapton. There was clearly more than just friendship there... There was something, a feeling that Clapton clearly didn't seemed to have with any girl.

You two had a bound... A thing. It was hard to understand, what you two were was complicated to identify.

Mates? Best Friends? Neighbors? Lovers?

All that you know, is that you liked it... You liked how Clapton made you feel, you liked how he touched and talked to you. You knew you were special to him, and you were special to him too...

Clapton nuzzled against your neck, sniffing on your scent. God, he loved how you smelled...

"Stop sniffing on me like a damn dog-" You mumbled, blushing and smiling.

"You smell so good..." He mumbled, rubbing his hands on your sides.

"Thanks." You mumbled, chuckling a bit and running one of your hands through your hair.

You two keep skateboarding for some time, until you arrived the park and Clapton wanted to show you some "radical" tricks.

He fell some times, what made you laugh of him – But also run to help him every time.

"Damn..." He gritted through his teeth as you cleaned the fresh scrape he made as tried to realize an Heelflip.

"You're unbelievable, Clapton." You said, blowing on the scrape softly.

He hissed in pain, holding on your wrist and squeezing it. "Ouch!" He said, sighing.

You chuckled a bit and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on the wound. "It'll get better." You mumble, smiling at him.

He blushes a bit and chuckles, letting go of your wrist. Some drops of water falling from the sky.

"Let's go, It's pouring." You said getting up quickly and pulling Clapton up with you.

As you two run to find a cover, the rain gets worse and you two end up soaked. After some time you finally found a cover on the facade of an shop.

You lean against the wall, sighing as tried to recover from the run.

"Damn... Im soaked." You mumbled, and then looked at Clapton.

You blushes and looks away as he leans on the wall next to you, dropping the skateboard on the floor and looking at you.

"I guess we'll have to wait..." He mumbled, his arm softly touching yours as your thoughts slowly started to get back to normal.

You look down at your hands, the pinkies touching. You slowly interlace your hands, and Clapton doesn't fight it, quite the opposite, he squeezes your hand back.

"Clapton..." You called, looking down at your feet.

"Hm?" He asked.

"Why do you date Ione?" You ask, looking up at him.

"Well, because hm... Because i like her..." Clapton answered, shrugging and looking away.

"If you liked her you wouldn't had hesitated." You said, kicking the ground as your gaze moved back to the floor.

The silence fell between you two, not an uncomfortable or nice silence, just silence...

"You belong with me, Clapton." You mumbled, looking up at him again.

His eyes met yours, and as an kind of spell, he moves in and kisses your lips.

You kiss him back, without thinking twice. His hands slide down your waist, gripping it tightly as his tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entrance.

You part your lips, allowing your tongues to met. They move together in a desperate way, you two have been wanting this for so long.

Your hands grip on his shoulders as the kiss keeps getting deeper, suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

"I can't- I- I can't like boys, i have a girlfriend." Clapton said as took a few steps back.

"Clapton, i-" You started, being cut by him running away.

You felt your heart clenching in your chest as you watch him disappearing on the streets... What the fuck did you just did.

...

Y/n? Please, answer me Please Are we still friends? Please stop ignoring me

You read between the sea of messages Clapton sent you. It's been two weeks since you two don't talk, he stoped texting you in the 5th day, but you re-read all his messages. You miss like you never felt someone before, it's kinda crazy.

Your mom knocks on your door. "Can i get in?" She asks, holding on the handle.

"Yeah..." You mumbled, lying back on the mattress.

She gets in, a concerned look on her face. She slowly sits down besides you on bed.

"What's the matter, dear?" She asks, fixing your hair to the side. "You're not going to the spring prom?" Your mother asks again, worriedly.

"I don't want to go..." You answered nonchalantly, your tone was low and defeated. Of course, you have been crying after school for the whole last week.

She holds your hands, looking in your eyes worriedly.

"What happen?" Mom insists.

"I... I really like this person..." You starts, gulping and taking a deep breath. "And, you know, they date... And we kissed, but they kissed me first!" You continues, licking your licks as tried to put your thoughts into words. "We are not talking since the day they kissed me, and... I really want to talk to them, but i am scared... And i'm sure i'll met them on the prom. What should i do?" You asked, seeming confused and desperate.

Your mother caresses your cheek, looking at you with a sympathetic look in her eyes...

"Oh baby... I think you should go..." She mumbles, pulling you into a hug.

You desperately hug her back and took some deep breathes. You couldn't live like this, you needed your best friend back.

...

Clapton was dancing a slow dance with Ione, what bothered him for two motives;

First: Clapton don't dance.

Second: It wasn't you the one dancing with him.

He tried to keep his focus on his girlfriend, on the fact they would probably be crowned king and queen of the prom in some moments, but...

The only thing he could think was you.

Your cute lopsided smile every time he playfully complimented you, the way your eyes shined when found his, the way your voice sounded when you were yapping about your day to you...

It was so hard to admit he liked another guy, but it was so hard to not fall in love with you.

"I need to get some air." Clapton said, pulling away from Ione and wiping the sweat from his face.

As he walked out of the auditory, he found you.

You were standing on the end of the stairs, wearing your dark blue suit, holding a lapel flower and looking at Clapton.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, you couldn't put your feelings into words right now.

Clapton ran downstairs and hugged you tightly, holding your cheek and looking at you.

"Can you put it on my suit for me?" You asked, raising the flower.

He smiled and chuckled, hugging you and lying his head in your shoulder for some seconds before pulling away and grabbing the lapel flower from your hands. He cautiously hooked it to your lapel.

"You look incredible... As always." He mumbled, holding on your sides and kissing your cheek.

"Will you conceive me a dance?" You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smirked and moved closer, kissing your lips softly. "Sure." He whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

You smiled, and you two started to move in the rhythm of the slow music that could be heard from the auditorium.

"You know..." He whispered, his hands squeezing on your waist softly. "I knew you would come."

#clapton davis #clapton x reader #jhutch #josh hutcherson #fanfic #mlm #fluff #jhutch1992

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milflewis · 1 year ago

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22 + chalex for the prompt thing! 🫶🏻

22. hug

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 1: So. I am fucked. Surprise though! So you can stop all the tears — talking about you, Commander, the softy that you are - I am alive.]

—

Two weeks after NASA has declared Alex Albon dead and left on Mars, Charles writes to George. He sends it to Sebastian and makes him swear to get it to Lewis in the crew’s next info dump, who will give it to George.

He tells him about how Alex’s plants are doing, and about his shifts at the hospital, how he’s on night work now, with the shifts rotating over. He tells him about going to the beach and just standing there for hours, staring out at the water, until he could no longer feel his face from the cold. He tells that he’s more or less sleeping, that he’s going to work, that he’s eating. He tells him that he hopes they’re keeping safe and that he loves him.

He doesn’t talk about Alex. He doesn’t tell George he doesn’t blame him. He knows he’ll know. That he won’t need Charles to write the words.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: I think I've got this actually. Ignore yesterday. Getting stranded on Mars kinda messes with your head. I've got a plan and I'm feeling good about it! ]

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 2: Update. I do not got this. If I die, Charles, I demand a mourning period of at least eighty-three years. Please bury me under some nice flowers. Blue if you can.]

—

“Come back to me,” Charles says, arms tight around Alex’s neck, mouth pressed under his ear. He smells of shampoo and asphalt. His bony elbows are digging into Charles’s back.

“I’m going to make Mars my bitch,” Alex says, grinning, and Charles shoves him away with a laugh.

Alex catches his wrist with a warm hand. His palm is dry and calloused. “Charlie,” he starts, low and careful. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Charles’s voice cracks. He tries again. “Yes, I know, of course, of course. Me too.”

Alex smiles, and it’s wonderful. Charles memorises the shape of it.

Down the line, with his back to the hoard of cameras, Commander Lewis Hamilton is pressing his mouth against his husband’s knuckles. Both of their eyes are closed.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 54]: Did you know that if you grow something somewhere that you've then colonised it? So, like, now that I've got my potatoes going does that mean I now own Mars? A win for the gays and the losers, motherfuckers!]

—

Toto swivels in his chair and looks out of the window to the sky beyond. Night is slipping in.

"What is it like?" he wonders. “Stuck up there. Alone. He does not know we know. What does that do?"

He looks at Niki. "I wonder what he is thinking right now."

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 61: How come Aquaman can control whales. They're mammals! Makes no sense.]

—

Some days, when he hasn’t had much sleep and the air warps and curls over on itself with heat, he sees Charles.

He’ll only ever be far off in the distance — too far for Alex to even see the details of his face, let alone touch him. He’d know the shape of those shoulders anywhere.

Alex waves to him sometimes. This dark blur on the horizon that just stands there and watches. He never waves back. The sun on Mars is unforgiving.

Alex wonders if he’s moisturising his hands. The latex exam gloves he has to wear for work always dry out his skin.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 76: I'm going to have to science the shit out of this. George, please don't use this as porn. I know how hot and bothered you get about me being all smart and sexy.]

—

George has, like, every sitcom ever downloaded in his personal storage. Alex works his way through them all. If he never hears another laugh track in his life he’d die happy.

Lewis’s music list is jam packed full of different genres. There is a surprising amount of The Beatles in there. Alex wouldn’t have guessed he was a fan of them.

Alex decides the music Lewis had made himself, all chords and notes and little words, is some of his favourites. It can be hard hearing other people speak at you and not being able to talk back.

Every book Valtteri had downloaded is in Finnish. Alex thinks he probably should’ve guessed that would be the case.

It turns out Finnish is very hard to learn, especially when the only words you’ve picked up are swears that you’ve heard Valtteri muttering under his breath before media duties.

—

[LOG ENTRY: SOL 206: Finally got into contact with NASA because I am that bitch and I will be damned if I die here, and that is a promise. They won’t stop telling me what to do now though, so, like, it’s a give and take, I guess.]

—

The first thing Charles notices about Alex is that he has freckles all over his face but especially across his nose and cheeks. This feels very important.

The second thing he notices is that he is tall and his wrists are bony. Charles eyes the strip of skin where his MATHS IS SEXY top rides up. There is an equally tall man sitting in the booth beside him with a shirt that reads: NO ITS NOT.

The third thing he notices is that he is extremely drunk. His cheeks are flushed and he’s half falling over the table as he tries to explain something while laughing.

Charles probably falls in love right there if he’s being honest, even if he never gets the courage to go up and talk to him. Alex is the one who says hi, weeks later, asking him if he wants to play pool.

Charles doesn’t know how to play pool. He says yes anyway because he thinks it might make Alex smile. It does.

He keeps saying yes and Alex keeps smiling. They move together after college graduation.

Charles is coming off a double shift and he can’t feel his feet when Sebastian shows up to give him a ride home. He makes him tea when they get in. It’s a blend of something herbal and sweet like honey.

Sebastian tells him Alex is still alive as Charles breathes in the steam. He tells him that they left him behind on Mars. That it was an accident. That they’re figuring out how to get him home.

Alex is alive, Charles thinks. I’ll get to see Alex smile again, Charles thinks, and promptly bursts into tears.

—

[08:47] BUTTON: Good, keep us posted on any mechanical or electrical problems. By the way, the name of the probe we're sending you is Iris. You know, the one who rode the waves of heaven using the wind. I think she's also the chick with the rainbows.

[08:49] ALBON: Gay probe coming to save me. Got it.

—

I’m so glad it’s not me stuck up there, the navigational assistant tells him. He was the one who discovered Alex was still alive in the first place. He tells him he noticed the MAV moving. His name is Yuki.

Alex thinks he’s going to say he’d miss people or fresh fruit or Netflix or sex or something. Alex hasn’t had a mango in so long. He hasn’t had a blowjob in even longer. Some days he isn’t sure which is worse.

Yuki is very very funny.

Can you imagine only eating potatoes, he tells Alex. I would rather die dead and alone. And then: though I guess you would not have to imagine.

And then: the eating potatoes bit. sorry. you haven’t done the other one yet.

Alex laughs so much he rebreaks a only barely healed rib and NASA yells at them both. His calcium levels are very low.

—

[21:27] BUTTON: How are the crops affecting that number? As to your question: We haven't told the crew you're alive yet. We wanted them to concentrate on their own mission.

[21:30] ALBON: The crops are potatoes. I got them from the ones we were supposed to eat for Christmas. They're doing great but the available farmland isn't sustainable. I'll run out of food around SOL 900. Also. Fucking tell the crew I'm alive???? What the fuck is wrong with you????

[21:31] BUTTON: SOL 900 is great news. That'll give us time to get a supply mission to you. And I’ve been told to tell you to watch your language. Everything you type is being broadcasted around the world.

[21:32] ALBON: Look! A pair of boobs - > ( . Y . )

—

Dear Alex: Apparently, NASA is letting us talk to you now. And I drew the short straw. Sorry we left you behind on Mars.

But we just don't like you. You're sort of annoying. And you shed hair everywhere.

Also, it's a lot roomier on the Hermes without you. We have to take turns doing your tasks. But, I mean, it's only botany. It's not a real science.

How's Mars?

— George.

—

Alex stares up at the plain white ceiling of the HAB. The wind roars and rages outside and the Level Threw sandstorm shakes the walls. It holds. It always holds.

When he makes the journey to find the HAB of the HERMES TWO, he’ll be technically crossing international waters without any explicit permission from a governmental body. That makes him a pirate.

I’m going home, Alex thinks. And then: I can’t wait to tell Charlie that he’s married to a bad boy.

Alex runs a hand over his face. He’s even gotten the beard to go with it.

—

Dear George: Mars is fine. When I get lonely I think of that steamy night I spent with your mum.

How are things on Hermes? Cramped and claustrophobic? Yesterday I went outside and looked at the horizons. They really do go on forever.

— Alex.

—

"Thing is," Alex scrambles to say, mouth dry and sore. "I'm selfish. I want all the memorials back home to be just about me. I don't want the rest of you losers in any of them. I can't let you guys blow the VAL. Also, I'm the only one who is allowed to make Charlie cry. Them's the rules."

"Oh," Lewis says. "Well, I mean, if you won't let us — wait. Wait a minute, I think I see something on my shoulder patch here. Oh, right, yeah, it says I'm the Commander. So, you know, what I say goes. Shut the fuck up and sit tight. We're coming to get you."

Alex swallows — or tries to at least. His whole body aches. He thinks he broke a rib, or two. Or three. He wants to cry.

"Copy that, sir."

"We've got you, man." Lewis's voice is warm. Alex doesn't have to imagine his smile anymore. He's going to get to see it very soon.

—

Alex is all bone and mouth when Charles gets to see him again. He has lost so many of his freckles. He hugs him close, pressing his thumbs into the hinge of Alex's jaw. Alex bows and curls over him and Charles doesn't let either of them fall.

He tastes vaguely of salt and snot when Charles kisses him. Charles is crying.

Alex is smiling when he pulls away, arms tight around Charles' back. "Look at your face," he says softly. He's talking to himself.

"I'm here," Charles replies, louder than necessary. Alex blinks at him and his smile, impossibly, gets even bigger. Charles's stomach squirms.

"You're a mess," Alex teases him, running a hand through Charles' hair. Charles doesn't say anything about how his hands shake.

“You should stay here and take care of me then,” Charles says, and Alex closes his eyes, smushing his nose hard into the skull of Charles’s forehead. Charles digs his nails in.

Fuck you, Mars, Charles. Fuck you.

#i hope u like ! sorry it took so long ahajsjsksk writing is like pulling teeth recently #chalex #alex/charles #flash fic #lourdes tag #the martian au

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localcanadiancreature62 · 5 months ago

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@chaseerr0rcode You have seen Horace x Thurburt,well i raise you.. O'Pimm x Thurburt/Wax'Pimm.

Soo Co-workers who are trying to defeat Bill to friends to fuck buddies/fwbs to situationship to ex situationship to lovers pipeline?. O'Pimm and Waxstaff start out as reluctant allies at first. They didn't think much of the other,with them merely thinking of each other as co-workers in defeating Bill. They barely even talked to each other or look the other's way,as they knew that they wouldn't see each other again after they have completed their mission.

Until they soon found out that defeating William Lucipher would take longer than they thought even with the Anti Cipherites' advantage in technology,as it wasn't just going to be a quick meet up like they thought. So Waxstaff and O'Pimm took the time to get to know their fellows and each other since they were gonna be around each other for a while.

They soon became friends and found that they really like spending time with the other. O'Pimm found that the nervous journalist wasn't as annoying as he thought while Waxstaff discovered that he had some common ground with the drunkard bloke. They found that considering their similar backgrounds and also.. that they both had some.. complications with their fathers (daddy issues),they weren't as different as they thought. And then the more they spent time together,the more they realized how attractive the other is. Waxstaff found O'Pimm to be quite dashing and he wanted nothing more than to scream the lord's name in vain after the man beds him. O'Pimm started to have unholy thoughts about the journalist every time he passed the room while Waxstaff began to dream up fantasies of the priest choking him with a rosary while also giving him a handy.

O'Pimm wanted to pin that pathetic journalist onto the wall and make out with him until they're both breathless,even when he tries to convince himself that he's straight. The two kept these sinful urges to themselves for a while as they didn't want to get arrested for sodomy. But one day O'Pimm couldn't take it anymore and he pinned Thurburt to the wall to make out with him like he always wanted. And they ended up fucking in Waxstaff's house while the rest of the Anti Cipherites weren't around,they were lucky that their fellows weren't present as being gay was a death sentence back in the 1800s-1900s. So they kept banging in secret.

Thus they became fuck buddies/fwbs while still trying to defeat Bill. Waxstaff and O'Pimm were an on and off thing for a while,as they fucked on most occasions as they helped their fellows come up with ideas on how to eliminate William Lucipher on other occasions. Waxstaff soon became enamored with the priest even when he desperately tried to bury these feelings for the sake of not getting arrested for daring to love another man but he couldn't help it,emotions weren't always his strong suit and so he coped with these feelings by writing love letters that the object of his affection would never see.

O'Pimm on the other hand,also loved Waxstaff but he heavily buried his feelings underneath layers of internalized homophobia as he kept trying to convince himself that he only loved women. Their feelings were left unsaid,as neither of them wanted to get executed for being "sodomites". Although despite this,Waxstaff slipped one of the letters into O'Pimm's exorcism supplies suitcase and expected the priest to at least acknowledge his admiration for him even if no one else will know about their feelings for one another. O'Pimm saw the letter,but he threw it away in a bin as he didn't want to be caught dead indulging in such a thing that would lead to him becoming jailed or worse,hanged. Thurburt saw this after the man had left the building after another one of their meet ups with the other Anti Cipherites,leaving him heartbroken over the thought of his dear O'Pimm not returning his affections. After the Anti Cipherites' fiasco of a conference,Waxstaff and O'Pimm didn't see each other for a while until the moment the priest ended up killing someone after William Lucipher had possessed his body once more.

This was the moment where O'Pimm began to visit Thurburt at the institution for pointers on how to defeat the demon once and for all. Although every idea failed but O'Pimm kept trying to gouge the journalist for answers until he eventually gave up on his final visit. Said visit was also the last time he ever saw Thurburt,as they had a horrid argument over their unsaid feelings for each other.

"I can't believe it. This minging creature is too strong for us mortal men. Nothing ever worked,not even Abigale's machinery nor your ideas. I'm starting to think that William Lucipher is undefeatable and that i should just give up on my quest to destroy him. Although i would never be free of the nightmares and possession if i do that. There has to be a way.." O'Pimm says in frustration while the journalist looked at him with adoring eyes but then he shook his head in order to focus on what the man just said.

"I believe that you should give up. Trying to chase something that cannot be hunted down no matter what you do will just drive you mad. In fact,being institutionalized was the best thing that ever happened to me because at least the creature doesn't come in my dreams anymore despite how tedious the days are here." Thurburt explains as he took an expectant glance at the re-ordained priest.

"Ah. Well i won't. Even if your ideas are ineffective,i will still try to find a way to destroy that beast. No matter,i should be going now. Farewell, Thurburt." O'Pimm replied as he then got up from the man's bed at the asylum and went over to the door only for Thurburt to grab him by the wrist.

"Wait- I have something to ask of you." Thurburt says as the half bald man raises a brow in confusion as he then stopped in his place to hear out his former Anti Cipherite fellow. "Fine. What is it that you have to say?." O'Pimm remarks in slight annoyance as he had a demon to catch. "Why did you throw away my love letter?." Thurburt asks while glaring at the other man as tears threatened to fall from his face.

"Oh.. That. Because i didn't wanted to get executed for sodomy." O'Pimm says coldly as he then attempted to walk away once more only for the man to tightly grab his arm. "No. No you're not getting away from this,O'Pimm. Why did you reject my feelings for you?. Do you not love me?. Was what we had just.. intercourse?. Was that your only use for me?,a worthless thing whose arse you could give a salad to any time you wanted?!. Was i nothing to you-" Thurburt exclaims as he started crying,tears streaming down his eyes as the priest started to get pissed from his accusations.

"ENOUGH!. I *DID* love you Thurburt,but what was i supposed to do?. I couldn't bare the thought of DYING due to daring to love another man. I didn't want to lose whatever safety i had for the sake of snogging you everyday. And even if we *did* manage to make it work,i would be looking over my behind every second so that we wouldn't get clobbered or detained for being too friendly with each other. I didn't want that for us,i didn't want that for myself. I would've gotten EXECUTED Thurburt!,i would get arrested beaten or worse,hanged for fraternizing with the same sex. I wasn't and am not willing to risk everything for a lousy faggot." O'Pimm explains as Thurburt looks at him in disbelief,gasping in shock over the priest not wanting to be with him.

"How DARE you!,you son of a motherless goat!. I wish you die of a thousand cuts!. I wish you fall in a ditch!. I hope whichever woman you decide to be with instead of me is never satisfied in bed!." Thurburt shouts as he voices his angry heartbroken feelings very clearly to the other man,who merely ignores his frenzied yelling and keeps walking out the door.

"Goodbye,Thurburt." O'Pimm says to himself as he quietly told his farewell to the journalist who was shouting like a madman in the other room,not wanting to see him again or indulge in such frivolous urges anymore.

"I wish i never gave my heart to you.." Thurburt says as he started crying once more,accepting his fate that no one will truly love him. And then O'Pimm lost his mind after using the Anti Bill Shooter on himself one too many times,no longer remembering his own identity nor his old friend/ex-situationship Thurburt as he then got institutionalized in the same asylum that his friend was held in.

But the moment his ex-wife Dorothy brought his memories back,he finally remembered EVERYTHING including the Anti Cipherites and Thurburt. He remembered everything,but the most particular memory was how he felt about Thurburt. An intense passion he has never felt for anyone else. O'Pimm soon came to grips with his sexuality and accepted that he was NEVER straight,and that he was only with his wife due to comphet plus the fact that she was a nice girl made him feel obligated to "return" her feelings for him.

He then devised a plan to be with his dear Thurburt without getting in trouble. He faked his death by pretending to get trampled by a carriage while wearing Abigale's padded suit invention underneath his clothes (which was originally used as a precautionary measure in case Bill possessed them and wanted to hurt their bodies. the suit successfully prevented that during testing) in order to avoid having to explain to his wife whom he remarried that they have to get divorced again because he's gay as he knew that she would surely tell everyone about his "sodomite" status if he told her about his love for Thurburt,his supposed "death" reached the press as everyone came to know that a valued member of the Western Holy Church has now passed soon after he got released from the institution which was convenient as he didn't want the church to find out about his sexuality as well.

Then he made up the identity of a woman called "Minerva Marsham" so that he could freely snog and fuck Thurburt whenever they're actually together,he even falsified a birth certificate and various other documents for this fake lady. O'Pimm was all set to finally be with his dear Thurburt,but he wanted to see how the other Anti Cipherites were doing as he worried for them since they were the only fellows he could consider his friends. And so he went over to check on Abigale,Jessamine,and Horace one by one.

He found that Jessamine and Horace were happily married as ragtag Bonnie and Clyde-esque bandits while Abigale was an established inventress living it up in the mansion and wealth that her dead (read: murdered) husband left her.

Then O'Pimm went over to the same address that he and the other Anti Cipherites ended up in all those months ago while dressed up as his female alter ego,hoping that Thurburt still lived there as he figured that the man has been released from the institution at this point. Thurburt was crying over his dear O'Pimm's supposed death a few minutes before he arrived,so he was quite shocked to see that the priest was actually alive. "Oh.. O'Pimm. Wh-Why did you leave me?. Why did you go to a higher plane of existence when i never got the chance to be with you,my love?." Thurburt says to himself as he started crying,tears staining the newspaper he held reading 'Tinsley O'Pimm,valued brother of the Western Holy Church,has now passed". He kept crying against the door of his apartment for a while until he heard someone frantically knocking on it. He then answered the door,only to see a woman that suspiciously has the same hair color as the priest.

"I- Madame. What brings you here at this late hour?." Thurburt asks the stranger as he quickly wiped off his own tears as he didn't want anyone to see him weeping so pathetically over another man.

"Thurburt,it's me!. It's me O'Pimm." O'Pimm exclaims as he then took off the wig and the shirt stuffed with hay to give the illusion of a full bosom as he revealed his true identity,with the journalist having his mouth agape in shock over the sight before him.

"I- Tinsley?. What- How- I thought you were dead. I was.. mourning you five minutes ago,it says here that you died in a carriage collision." Thurburt asks in confusion as he pointed at the newspaper while the taller man put a hand on his shoulder. "I faked my death, Thurburt. I used Abigale's padded suit as i laid on the ground to *pretend* to die in a carriage collision." O'Pimm says as the man looks at him even more confused.

"Then- Then what about the wig?." Thurburt questions as he eyed the wig and the stuffed shirt which the priest grabs in order to show him why he had it.

"This?. This is my womanly alter ego that i made whole documents for so that i could finally be with you without the risk of getting caught and hanged,my dear Thurburt~." O'Pimm explains as the journalist starts to piece everything together as he realized that his old friend did all of this for him. "Wait really?. But i thought that you wouldn't risk everything for a lousy faggot like me.." Thurburt says as he frowned,only for O'Pimm to tilt his chin up so that he's facing him which caused him to blush in response.

"I didn't want to before,but now i realize that the love i have for you is greater than my fear of the law. It is a love that i have never felt for my ex-wife or anyone else,i have only felt something so strong when i'm with you." O'Pimm remarks as the journalist smiles at him,being glad that he finally returned his affections.

"Oh Tinsley-." Thurburt says only for the priest to pull his face closer to his own as he kissed him straight on the mouth,with the smaller man kissing him back as they lightly made out before pulling away.

"Now let's go and move away far away from here so that we won't be arrested for snogging the same sex." O'Pimm says as the journalist looks at him in confusion once more. "I- But we don't have any time to pack,my dear. I just got released from the asylum a few days ago and i still haven't brought out my belongings after getting back to my copywriter career." Thurburt explains but the priest looks at him slyly while raising a brow.

"Just pack only the essentials then,and you can quit your job later. Come on,we have no time to waste!." O'Pimm replied as he then drags the smaller man to the storage room to search for empty boxes to put their things in.

"What- O'Pimm!." Thurburt exclaims as he chuckled from his lover's hurried excitement to be with him as he then let the taller man guide him to the storage room.

After packing,Thurburt quit his copywriter job and quickly withdrew most of the money that his father's steel company left him with as O'Pimm dressed up as his female alter ego once more after his journalist was finished retrieving the money. They rode a carriage to a faraway countryside village where there's huge pastures and a nice barn house they could grow old together in,then they bought the barn house and happily moved into the place where the inhabitants were too busy worrying about their crops to judge that strange couple next door due to the "woman" not being what she seems. O'Pimm told Thurburt about the fate of the other Anti Cipherites,and the journalist finally knew peace after knowing that his friends were okay.

The two happily lived in their peaceful countryside barn house until the end of their days,and they were together til' death made them part the moment their elderly selves died in their sleep while embracing the other on the couch. Bill never touched them ever again,as he knew that those Anti Cipherite idiots were too dumb to do his bidding anyway so he left them all be including O'Pimm and Thurburt.

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So I've finally finished listening to Echoes (yes I had this boxset preordered since it was announced, and yes I was incredibly slow to listen to it) and how do Liv/Helen shippers keep winning even when we've already lost (coz Liv returning to Tania at the end of Stranded)??

From episode 2: "Helen - she's my...she's everything I have left"???? I screamed??

Episode 3 where Helen went and got Liv's stuff from the TARDIS but also got her a book in case she can't sleep and a bottle of water and an apple???

Every boxset since Stranded has had Liv be ferally gay over Helen (and has obviously confirmed our favourite lesbian is in fact a lesbian ofc)

And I'm so confused by what Big Finish is doing playing with our hearts like this - but I will also gleefully, and gayfully accept whatever Liv/Helen we can get. Thoughts?

Honestly, I have no idea what Big Finish are thinking other than

Who knows, maybe they have realised that Liv/Helen sells??? And that they made a mistake with the Stranded ending??

But seriously... I hope there is a point to it all. It really does feel like they're doing it on purpose, it's SO SHIPPY! Albie's Angels was just... HELEN CHENKA?! Come on. And you're so right. How easy would it have been to have Liv say "Helen is my best friend!". Having her break off mid-sentence is a conscious choice and you can't tell me otherwise. And that scene where Helen brings Liv all that stuff and then offers to go back? ADORABLE. They're everything.

Now the way I see it... For the ending of Stranded to make sense, it can only be one of two things really. Either Liv and Helen get together and Helen dies... and Liv returns to Tania cause she can't face being with the Doctor without Helen and she tries to bury her grief that way. It would be horrible and unfair, but it would make at least a little bit of sense, because why else would Liv Chenka, brilliant med-tech from the 30th century, want to be in 21st century London where she will be bored out of her mind and never see her sister again?? It just doesn't make sense for her character unless something fundamentally changed her like the death of the woman she loved. BUT LET'S NOT THINK LIKE THAT OR I'LL CRY.

The other option, and I'll hold on to this, is that maybe they all get a happy ending and there are two Livs somehow. We already know from the end of The Robots that there is a Liv duplicate out there. While that duplicate would only have the memories of up to Escape From Kaldor, that doesn't mean that something like that couldn't happen again. This is Doctor Who after all! Think of Rose getting her personal Doctor. Maybe they send a duplicate back to Tania so she gets to be happy too (and the Stranded ending that BF may have realised was silly will still work) and Liv and Helen stay together.

Honestly, who knows! But I will also hang on every scrap BF throw us. The Liv/Helen ship is sailing strong as ever and I think BF may have noticed and decided to cater to it.

I imagine it will be a while for another set for them (though I am curious as to Hattie's role in the Time War one, that will be interesting!) and I don't know if we will ever get a resolution for them, but in the meantime, I say let's be vocal about the ship on socials, hoping BF continue to take notice and give us everything we want. It seems to be working at the moment :D

#doctor who #liv chenka #helen sinclair #eighth doctor #big finish #liv x helen #echoes #stranded

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seramilla · 1 year ago

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As Velvette tries to break Kiki and Clara up, she unintentionally caught feelings for Kiki. Velvette was already aware of her feelings for Clara, so it totally blew up in Velvette’s face when she caught feelings for Kiki. It makes Velvette slow down and have a dilemma because this is the first time she actually cares about what another person thinks of her.

Velvette can hardly stand being in Clara and Kiki’s presence without being a stuttering mess, and Velvette can hardly look them in the eye without a flushed face. And oh satan, velvet just noticed how soft Kiki’s hair looks and how Kiki’s dimples come out whenever she smiles.

(I’ve been coming around to the idea of a polycule between Kiki, Clara and Velvette. I also just need gay panic and lovesick Velvette)

Velvette just wants to know what this Kiki person has that she doesn't have! Of course, she's a succubus, so Clara is bound to fall in love with her. She has to have the Carmine girl under some kind of spell -- that's the only rational way to explain it! She's gorgeous, sure, but she's no Velvette! Everyone wants Velvette! She tries to compare herself to Kiki, to see what Clara could possibly see in her over an actual overlord like herself.

The two of them together are just sickening! It makes her throw up in her mouth a little, every time she sees the two of them in photos together. They are so love-struck, and happy. Clara is practically hanging off the succubus in every Heaven-forsaken picture. It's maddening. It's disgusting. Not only that, but it's...kind of diabetes-inducing adorable.

The way Kiki's hair looks. And the way her eyes sparkle, and the way Clara's face flushes even more crimson than normal, when they stare into each other's eyes...it's a spark Velvette has never allowed herself to show in any of their photos together. She catches herself blushing, as she's scrolling shamelessly through Clara's Sinstagram feed. She realizes what she's doing, and cries out, throwing her phone against the side of the couch. She scrunches up her knees against her chest, and shoves her face between them, flushing profusely.

The boys are celebrating Alastor's disappearance. They'll be pre-occupied with themselves for a while longer yet, which gives herself time to think. Think about these two women, and why they cause such a visceral, fumbling reaction out of her based on just a few photos. Velvette throws herself into the couch, burying her already mussed hair under a mountain of pillows, and groans audibly. What the fuck is going on with her?

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #clara hazbin hotel #kiki helluva boss #velvette hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #the vees #ask #anon #fan theories #velkira

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medusapelagia · 2 years ago

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06 AU-gust: Domestic

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: homophobic language WC: 897

Eddie insisted that their house should have been the freedom house, where everyone was welcome and no one was judged.

That’s why, when they finally find a little two-bedroom apartment, they give the key to their apartment to everyone.

In their living room, either Steve or Eddie has had some very deep conversation.

Max has asked Steve if it’s normal to like both boys and girls and after a very long conversation about how normal it’s an adjective that shouldn’t even exist, they conclude that it is ok.

Steve never asks if Max is thinking of someone in particular and she never tells him, but he is pretty sure that there is a very special girl that Max could be attracted to.

On the other side, Eddie talks to Will a lot, either about D&D, music, or… sex.

He isn’t shy about his sexuality and Steve and he are always touching somehow, so Will feels comfortable enough to confess to him that he thinks he is gay and he is deeply in love with Mike.

It’s nice to see the kids act like kids and ask them the questions they are not comfortable asking their parents, but sometimes their house feel too small.

Steve has had a very horrible day at work: one of the customers has seen him kiss Eddie before getting to work and he kept insulting him while choosing his movies and when Steve refused to let him rent the movies he chose, Keith threatened him to fire him.

He has left the store without even knowing if he will have to go back to work tomorrow. He needs some place to vent, but when he gets home the kids are watching a movie with Eddie.

“You are home soon.” Eddie tells him surprised “Did something happen?”

Steve shakes his head, he is a big boy. He can deal with his own shit.

“Keith gave me some free time. No one was renting movies at ten o’clock in the morning and I have done a lot of extra shifts this month.”

The last part, at least, is true.

Eddie hums, studying him like he could coax the truth out of him only with his stare, but Steve doesn’t falter. He has a long story of dealing with people who tried to break him harder than Eddie.

He takes a beer from the fridge and goes to his room.

Well. Their room.

Somehow they have decided that Steve’s room is the room where they sleep, and Eddie’s room is for everyone who needs a place for the night, usually Max or Robin.

He sits on the bed, gulping his beer as fast as he can.

He needs to find another job. And fast. The rent is due in a couple of days and Eddie is still recovering from his injuries and he can’t ask him to start working to pay the rent.

He sighs, he could sell the car and buy a cheaper one.

A gentle knock on the door drags him out of his thoughts.

“Can I come in?”

“You don’t have to ask. You know that.”

Eddie smiles and sits next to Steve.

“You ok?”

“I’m good. Where are the kids?”

“I sent them home.”

“Why?”

“Because something happened and you need some time to vent.”

“I told you I’m fine.”

“And you were lying then and you are lying now.” He replies still smiling, then he lies on the bed and gestures to Steve to lie with him and he does, lying with his head on Eddie’s chest, feeling the gentle up and down of his chest and the constant beat of his heart.

There was a time when he really thought he would not be able to hear the stable thrum of his heart anymore.

Eddie’s long fingers are caressing his scalp when he finally breaks.

“I think Keith is going to fire me.”

“He always threatens you, but he never does.”

“I refused to serve a customer.”

Eddie’s fingers stay still for a moment, then they keep their motion.

“Why?”

“He was rude.”

“Ruder than me?”

“He… he called me names.” He finally admits.

“Which names, baby?”

“Just… names.”

“Like sweetheart? Or pumpkin? Or sweet pie?” Eddie asks, kissing his head every time until Steve starts to giggle.

“Not that kind of name.”

“So which ones?”

Steve Sighs, burying his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck “Fag. And fairy. And he told me that my father is ashamed of me and that he never thought that the town’s golden boy would have ended up with…”

“With some trailer trash?” Eddie asks sweetly, his fingers still deep in Steve’s hair.

He nods, not wanting to move.

“Are you ashamed of yourself, baby?”

“No but…”

“I know it hurt, baby, and I’m really sorry it happened to you.” He kisses the crown of his head “I don’t think that Keith will fire you, but if you want to find a new job we will find a new one.”

“But I'm good at nothing!” Steve complaints.

“You are good at so many things, and what you are not good at you can learn.” He kisses him again “Now rest a little, uh? I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”

Steve nods but doesn’t move.

“Baby?”

“Can you stay a little bit?”

Eddie smiles, holding him tighter “As long as you like, baby.”

#tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #domestic #writing challenge #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming · 16 days ago

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Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you): Week 12/13

Weeks [1] [2] [3] [4/5/6] [7] [8] [9] [10/11]

hello hi welcome back :)

No set theme (but you're still gonna find phone sex fics. we are being provided friends, take advantage :) )

Are the Sterek ones all the same author.. yes. yes they are. cause they're good.

Buddie: 24 Sterek: 4 (apologies that the Sterek ones are buried. my bad.)

goodbye to what you thought you'd be by coldbam | @coldbam (2025•T•7.5K)

“My best friend almost died.” Eddie says, every word feeling heavy in his mouth. “And then he confessed his love for me.” “Is that a bad thing?” Eddie laughs, something hysterical bubbling up in him. ”It’s—I don’t even know.” “So, what's the problem? Oh no,” he winces, “Is he ugly?” “I'm straight.” That gets him a look. “Honey, you know you’re in a gay bar right?" * Buck confesses. It gives Eddie a lot to think about.

caught in your teeth by pickdotter (2025•E•2.9K)

Buck’s close enough that his breath tickles the exposed patch of skin. Then he bares his teeth and … hesitates. “I-I’m sorry, Eddie.” Eddie says, “It’s nothing. You’d do it for me. We’re best friends.” He slots his hand to the back of Buck’s head and pulls him down til his lips brush tender against skin. Eddie doesn’t shiver. “Bite me, Buck.” As he is known to do, Buck obliges. // three times eddie offers himself up to his good friend, buck. (vamp!buck blood drinking, essentially)

been lost for a while by trysetmeonfire | @try-set-me-on-fire (2025•M•17.8K)

Eddie's wife has been dead for two weeks. There's a firefighter in bed five. These are not necessarily related facts, but Eddie will have a hard time separating them out, later. — A story, in many ways, about holding hands

yours & mine by marviless | @marviless (2025•T•6.6K)

But now Eddie is back, and Buck doesn’t need the bed. Doesn’t need to stuff his face into the pillow to smell the lingering remnants of Eddie’s scent; he can smell it now, just standing here, deep and forestry and enough to patch every hole in Buck’s chest. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still want it, doesn’t wish desperately he could slide under the sheets and lay his head on top of Eddie’s beating heart.

Eddie comes home. (or, after months of sleeping in Eddie’s bed alone, Buck finally gets to share.)

Coming for you by diazsdimples | @diazsdimples (2025•E•4.3K)

He taps the photo Buck sent him. His friend’s face is a little flushed, his hair slightly damp and curling at the tips. His birthmark seems darker, standing out against his skin. He’s wearing his LAFD shirt, the shirt that has so traitorously hiked up and given Eddie a glimpse of Buck’s abdomen. It’s not so hard to imagine the name DIAZ emblazoned across the back of the shirt, rather than the BUCKLEY he knows is truly there. Eddie lets out a shaky breath as his cock twitches with interest. The idea of Buck on his bed, in his house, wearing his shirt, while he touches himself really does something for Eddie. It makes the small, possessive beast that’s curled up inside his chest purr with contentment. The beast that shouldn’t really exist, because Buck isn’t really his. His phone pings again with another text from Buck. OR Eddie moves to Texas, Buck moves into his house, and neither of them really know how to handle it. Good thing phone sex solves all problems!

it's a long way back (take me home) by justapoet | @justapoet (2025•M•15.4K)

He tried to keep busy— throw himself into work, to drown out the silence that seemed to settle deeper into the house with each passing day. But even then, it wasn’t enough. The firehouse was full of noise and people, but it wasn’t the same. It would never be the same. The way they worked together, anticipating each other’s moves, understanding the rhythm of the job without needing to speak—that was gone. Buck couldn’t stop himself from checking his phone every few hours, hoping for a text, a sign, or anything that might bridge the growing distance between him and Eddie. But the messages were sparse, polite even, as if they were strangers trying to be friends again. The conversation didn’t last long. And that was it. It had been weeks, and the silence between them was only getting louder. Or, Eddie leaves, and Buck struggles. Eddie comes back, and Buck is struggling - physically. He's taken care of. And nothing is left unspoken.

If you don’t leave your mark on me, I’ll take it by facewithoutheart | @facewithoutheart (2025•T•2.4K)

Maybe it’s too on the nose when Buck gets a trio of Forget-me-nots tattooed on the inside of his left arm after Abby leaves him. Not that he’s mourning Patricia like Abby is, halfway across the world reliving the youth she sacrificed for familial love. But he feels like he needs this reminder anyway. A peek of one blue petal shows when he’s in short sleeves, even with his arms at his side, and that feels right too. The hint of something he can never quite escape. Because Abby wasn’t just Buck’s first love, she was the love that showed him he could love. He could give. He could be chosen, if only for a little while. That’s something he always wants to remember. Five times Buck gets a breakup tattoo and one time he doesn’t.

the dial tone is all I have by teenytinytomlinson | @littlefreakbuckley (2025•E•2.0K)

“You had sex with Tommy in my house?” He can’t help the way the words spill out. Realistically, he knows he should bite his tongue. He and Buck don’t talk sex. It’s never really been their thing, and now is certainly not the time to break that trend, yet here they are—clearly on the precipice of something and Eddie just made the leap. “Well, it’s actually my house now,” Buck laughs. He fucking laughs. Like it’s just so fun and silly that he had sex with Tommy in Eddie’s house. “It was kind of funny though, because he pinned me to the wall, and it was that spot we knocked a hole in that time we were wrestling over the Xbox controller. Remember? Because you swore I was cheating, and I was thinking of that while he was kissing me.” or, Buck finally calls and Eddie regretfully answers.

feeling my way back to you by markofalover | @markofalover (2025•T•4.3K)

“Good job, Mr. Buckley,” Firefighter Diaz says, once he’s standing right in front of Buck. He holds out the small toy, eyebrow quirking up. Is everything in slow motion? Buck thinks everything is in slow motion. It feels like it takes forever for him to reach out and take it, but time seems to speed back up when their fingers brush, just slightly, during the exchange. He breathes in a little too sharply and nods at him, like, yes, an idiot, and his mouth is moving before he can stop it. “Uh, yes, yeah, thank you.”

...or, Buck’s an elementary school teacher. Eddie’s the hot firefighter that visits his school for a fire safety assembly. He is so normal about it. Seriously. Just ask his coworkers.

There’s No Need To Ask Directions by mainstreamcatholicism | @tanktopdiaz (2025•E•21.5K)

Buck sends Eddie a link to a tennis bracelet, black diamond, $5k starting. Inquire for details. Eddie says wow. you’d have to work for that and Buck replies teasin yu lol and Eddie says i think you’d look good in a chain, though and Buck pretends he doesn’t fall to his knees and hit his cock on the way down. or: Eddie forgets to disable auto-pay on rent for South Bedford after Buck moves in. They’re as normal about it as you can expect.

gonna save me, call me baby by heartbeatdiaz | @lonelychicago (2025•E•14.5K)

“Sorry again, uh, Doctor Diaz.” He says and reaches a hand out to shake it with the man's. “I'm Buck. Evan Buckley, but everyone calls me Buck.” “Eddie. And oh, I thought—” The doctor raises his eyebrows so high that they almost reach his hairline, gaze flicking to Maddie and then back to Buck. “Sorry. You must be the husband.” “God, no!” “Gross.” Both Maddie and Buck say at the same time, making identical, disgusted faces. or; Eddie is Maddie's OB. And Buck is smitten.

A New Normal by Inell | @inell (2025•T•2.9K)

Eddie’s been back in El Paso for nearly two months. Working at a fast food joint isn’t what he envisioned, but he’s trying to adjust to his new normal. Fortunately, he’s got Buck to help keep him grounded.

it's not like I'm in love with you (... shit) by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•E•13.3K)

Buck is not in love with Eddie. Really! You see, Eddie is straight. And in El Paso. Which means he's not in love with Eddie. That totally makes sense... And dreaming about being with Eddie... yeah, that's totally normal as well... Right? (AKA: After denying it for so long, Buck realizes that, yes, he is in love with Eddie. He's not very happy about it, though. Especially not when Eddie comes back to Los Angeles and Buck is going to have to hide his 'stupid' feelings so that it doesn't ruin their friendship. Because Eddie is straight. He thinks.)

circle the drain by hyruling | @hyruling (2025•T•2.5K)

“What if I wasn’t?” Eddie says at last. His voice wavers a bit on the last syllable. “What if you weren’t…?” “Straight,” Eddie clarifies, and the flush on his cheeks darkens. “Would that – change anything?”

where i walk alone by kermytheefrog (tardigradeschool) (2025•T•19.3K)

Everyone knows that when you touch someone who's going to be important to you for the first time, you'll leave a mark on them. It's not just romantic love; parents and children, siblings, close friends all share marks too. At least, they do in theory. Maddie's the only person who's ever touched Buck and left anything behind. . It’s funny, growing up knowing your parents don’t care about you. The kind of funny that would get Evan uninvited from sleepovers, which is why he always changes into his pajamas in the bathroom. The kind of funny that he’s not allowed to ask his parents about. The kind of funny that makes Maddie look at him so sadly sometimes, when she doesn’t realize he can see her out of the corners of his eyes.

1-800-LOVERS by LibbyWrites | @melting--skywards (2025•E•40.5K)

Five years into his job as a phone sex operator, Buck receives an unexpected call from a very confused man. He does everything in his power to help him through his crisis, but ends up creating a crisis of his own. aka What if it was 1998? What if Buck 1.0 was the best phone sex operator in the country? What if S8 Eddie had a sexuality crisis and decided to call a gay phone sex line to try to figure it out? What if they both ended up getting more than they bargained for? What then?

when it's you i'm with (everything goes quiet) by withoutthetiger | @rewritetheending (2023•E•56.2K)

The call itself isn’t unusual. Just a car accident. It’s the kind of thing they see all the time, though the outcomes vary wildly, and Buck is prepared for just about anything when they hurry toward the most damaged vehicle at the scene. He supposes the two victims inside the truck aren’t particularly unusual either. Maybe a father and son, though Buck shouldn’t make assumptions. Both are conscious, for now, but the dad doesn’t seem to be in great shape and Hen’s by his side fast. Buck checks on the kid. That’s also not unusual, but he thinks that’s when something shifts, this boy’s eyes locking onto Buck as though Buck is going to be the one to make his entire world okay again. Buck has never wanted to do anything more, but he doesn’t understand why the ache he feels seems to have nothing to do with the accident itself. “My name’s Buck, and I’m gonna help get you out of the car, okay? Can you tell me what your name is?” “Christopher.” *** Eddie can't speak after he and Christopher are in an accident, but somehow he asks Buck to stay while he recovers. Buck can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else, and even in the silence that lingers between them, they both find a way to say everything.

there’s no joy in dancing with the dead by Sadgirlsaturdays | @misshiss727 (2024•T•7.2K)

“The funeral,” she says, voice choking up with unshed tears. “Eddie’s funeral. It’s today. You know it’s today.” Buck feels like he’s falling. He can’t breathe. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he pleads. “Yes, you do.” —————- Otherwise known as the presumed deaddie funeral spec fic, inspired by musing of how Buck would react if he had to bury the love of his life his best friend.

Once More (With Feeling) by Strawberrywaltz (2024•NR•88.6K)

“I told him you could help.” Christopher says with such confidence that Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat. Because to Eddie, this isn’t a fight he can win. “Please help him.” “Christopher.” Eddie whispers and looks back down at the likely dying wild animal his son brought home. “Please?” Christopher’s eyes are wide and wet and looking at him with such hope. What can Eddie do? Say no? Of course not. “I’ll try, but Mijo, it looks pretty hurt.” “You can save him.” Christopher insists. “I know you can.” __ Or: Christopher saves a fox on a field trip that ends up not being a fox after all.

sweat baby sweat by 42hrb | @exhuastedpigeon (2025•E•3.3K)

Almost like he’s been summoned, Eddie’s phone lights up, a picture of Buck holding a halligan like a weapon filling the screen. Oh fuck. He can’t answer a FaceTime from Buck right now, can he? He almost ignores it, but then he thinks about a month’s worth of FaceTime calls and years of calls and shifts and hangouts before that and he groans, this time a mix of pleasure and frustration and he strokes himself again before he stops moving his hand and answers the call with the other one. “Remember that time when we went to the Dodgers game and we couldn’t find my Jeep after we left?” Buck says instead of hello when Eddie answers. “It took us like an hour to figure out we were on the wrong side of the stadium and — woah Eddie, you’re all red. It must be really fucking hot there, huh?” OR Buck FaceTimes Eddie while Eddie's jerking off. Eddie answers.

Late Night Call by Tizniz | @tizniz (2025•GA•1.1K)

Eddie tries to resist. He really does. Because he knows Buck is probably exhausted. They had a busy shift. All Eddie did was drive people around. But he finds himself reaching for his phone, unlocking it and casting a glow into the dark room.

sickness and health by Tizniz | @tizniz (2025•GA•2.3K)

And it’s as Buck passes over an opened bottle of water, worry tugging down the corner of his lips, that Eddie puts the pieces together. “You’ve been taking care of me.” He rasps, words causing his throat to flare with pain.

My Ink On Your Skin by explorerofworlds (2024•M•19.0K)

Eddie was thrilled to move to California with his son Chris and start tattooing at a new shop. He happens to stop in at the bakery across the road, and they have the most delectable pastries…and workers. When the cute guy from the bakery begins coming to get tattoos and Eddie can’t get enough of his food, will they be able to get the ingredients right to turn this match into a piece of art?

heartbeat is coming in so strong by weewooforever (2024•T•25.4K)

“Do you prefer orange or lime?” “Lime.” Buck then grabs a lime, throws it up into the air behind his back and catches it effortlessly. Show off. “And lastly,” Buck lowers his voice and puts one hand on the bar, leaning over to be slightly closer to him, a teasing glint in his eyes. Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat. “Do you like it spicy?” Eddie blinks in surprise at Buck’s question, momentarily caught off guard. Eddie feels his face flush slightly as he processes his words. He isn’t sure if it’s the unexpectedness of the query or the way Buck's voice drops just a fraction, adding an unintended layer of intimacy. He’s sure that if he had a drink right now that he would be choking on it. or buck makes eddie fall in love with him. one cocktail at a time.

An Apple's Blossom by Dexterous_Sinistrous | @dexterous-sinistrous (2025•E•62.5K)

Derek had an aura about him—one that drew you into his orbit despite the warning of an imminent threat. It was like a dream, more than Stiles realized at first. Because it wasn’t real. Nothing about the man Stiles had started to fall in love with—romanticize—was real. ~*~ Stiles is a recently graduated art student who agrees to marry his family's rival, only to realize that maybe love is a little more complicated than he first thought.

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous | @dexterous-sinistrous (2015•E•79.1K)

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war. Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate. For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily. [Update: I'm stating here, because some people aren't reading the author note at the beginning, this story was inspired by/based on Amelia Atwater-Rhodes' Hawksong]

All Nightmare, No Dream by Dexterous_Sinistrous | @dexterous-sinistrous (2018•E•5.5K)

“Derek,” a soft, terrified voice called out. “My sweet … Derek—” a sharp sob stifled his words. “What have you done?” The voice pulled Derek’s mind back to reality. Derek looked down at the owner, his stomach churning as all his horrors were realized. Stiles lay on the cold, filthy mud of the dock, his clothes stained with the blood gushing from his neck.

Blood Like Wine by Dexterous_Sinistrous | @dexterous-sinistrous (2018•E•16.9K)

“The bite can be,” Boyd paused, choosing his words carefully. “The bite can have a euphoric feeling to it, for humans,” he finally explained to Allison. “But it’s rare, and not often an easy thing to create.” “You have to create the feeling?” Allison asked. Boyd looked to Derek. “You formed a bond with him, didn’t you?” Derek hesitated, knowing Boyd’s stance on the issue. He silently nodded. “You know that’s forbidden with humans,” Boyd pressed. “If the Elder knew— Derek, you’re risking everything for a human.” He observed his friend. “You hate humans.” “He’s different,” Derek softly argued, refusing to look at Boyd. ~*~ Or, the one were Derek is a Higher Vampire, a recluse in human society, until he meets Stiles—a young man with a mysterious past who shows no fear of Derek or his kind.

#Sterek #Buddie #stiles stilinski x derek hale #evan buckley x eddie diaz #2025 Fic Rec List #Buddie Fic Rec #Sterek Fic Rec

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Fics Written In 2017 Masterlist

All That You Are (All That I'll Ever Need) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, calum/ashton, niall/harry N/R, 4k

Summary: Calum and Ashton are planning a wedding which is causing a lot of stress and Luke is struggling with the fact that he is 32 and very very single.

A New Beginning (ao3) - sugarysnaps michael/calum M, 10k

Summary: He could see the rapid waves overtaking the burning bridge he stood his ground on, could see the flames of their past be washed away and deserted; abandonment leading their lives to one of forgotten moments and buried pasts. They were intertwined at the deepest of levels, every step Michael took was in an attempt to catch up to him, every breath he inhaled followed shortly after his, the lifelines on their hands were etches of each other- stories that had been lived, were being lived, and would be lived. They always came back to each other in the end, every ending merely another beginning, the cycle of themselves starting over once more. It never changed. They never changed.

A Soulmate AU

Blue Masquerade (ao3) - CalumSmiles (dreamforlife) michael/luke E, 85k

Summary: Michael is in love with Luke. That much is clear. Well, to Calum, Ashton and the rest of the world anyway. Luke is blissfully oblivious to the blatant signs. He gets a girlfriend. Michael tries to move on.

Spoiler: he fails.

Complication In Your Heart (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke E, 29k

Summary: Michael has killed over 10 people and has never been caught, and maybe Luke is just as crazy.

Cursed With A Blessing (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 156k

Summary: “Well, this probably sounds crazy and not many people know about this,” Dr London started, looking at both of us before finally revealing the results of the ultrasound: “Mr. Hemmings, you are about 12 weeks pregnant with what I believe is Mr. Clifford’s child.”

And while I still tried to process what I had just learnt, Luke burst into tears beside me. Just as if he’d already known.

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When Luke asked Arzaylea to pretend to be his girlfriend, he did it because he wanted to protect his relationship with Michael. For a while everyone is happy with the agreement - the fans are being fooled, their managers are oblivious.

But suddenly there are too many positive tests, too many worries, too many fake friends and the tree find themselves drowning in a whole sea of lies they told…

Gay For Pay (ao3) - Bibsibi luke/ashton M, 10k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roomates and broke.

I'm not sick (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: 5SOS have worldwide tour. One day Luke got sick and doesn't wanna admit it. And Michael is the one who have to deal with Luke.

Jet Black Shoe (ao3) - Emmybazy luke/calum T, 12k

Summary: Calum is sick and tired of it. He cooks, cleans, and runs errands for his 12 fraternity brothers with little thanks. Their fraternity is ruled by an evil President who keeps Calum busy and out of the spotlight. Calum is forbidden from competing for a chance to tour with Luke Hemmings, but what will happen with help from a little theater magic and some good music?

Or, Luke is a pop prince and Calum is his bad-ass bassist Cinderella.

Lessons With Ashton (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/ashton E, 35k

Summary: Michael’s boyfriend, Calum, was coming back after two years at uni and Calum had told him he was looking forward to spend some special time with him. That was when Michael’s best friend, Luke, who thought he was a desperate case, decided Michael needed help and according to him, there was no one better than Ashton for that job. Michael had to learn some exciting things to please his boyfriend and Ashton had to loosen Michael up before his boyfriend’s arrival. That was how Michael found himself in front of the door of a stranger, in order to spice up his sex life, as Luke had put it.

Let's Play Pretend (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke, calum/ashton M, 20k

Summary: Luke was happy with his boyfriend Alex; their lives were simple and easy, with lots of happy-filled moments. Then came Michael, who decided to play pretend for a while and be his twin; being the playful one, it was all in good fun and no harm was intended. But somehow, Luke was liking the new Alex, who was wild on a whole other level, and it was like he was falling in love all over again. When he realised the person he had been spending so much time with, was not Alex but Michael, he did not put an end to things; he wanted more of what Michael had to offer.

like we always will (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: Under any other circumstance, Luke would go back to bed, blowing off whoever it is he’s supposed to be meeting up with that day in exchange of a few extra hours of sleep—but he can’t. Not today. He’s writing with Calum today.

Number One (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Michael hasn't seen his musician of a best friend in a year since he left for a world tour.

Pseudoephedrine (ao3) - thecoloursinthegravel luke/ashton N/R, 14k

Summary: Pseudoephedrine: A nasal decongestant drug that, when abused, causes an unpleasant high. Symptoms include increased heart rate and blood pressure, nausea, restlessness, dysphoria, feelings of disconnection to reality, severe anxiety, and paranoia.

Luke falls asleep easily that night, wrapped around Ashton like how silk dresses cling to skin in the wind. Luke is stuck to Ashton in a way he hopes is delicate. A ringing in his ears suggests the wind has turned into a storm. He does not mind.

spread your wings for me (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton NR, 32k

Summary: He likes watching Luke cough on smoke from a joint, or cry when he gets his lip pierced, or whine when he rides Ashton filthily. He likes the bruises he leaves on Luke’s thighs, and he likes that Luke has to wear turtlenecks to hide his hickeys covering his neck.

He likes destroying Luke’s innocence one little piece at a time.

And this is just another piece that he’s taking for himself.

Or the one where Ashton likes to watch Luke pray, and Luke is more than happy to serve the bad boy of the school.

take the pieces, build them skywards (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum E, 24k

Summary: All the anger and injustice bubbles up inside of him again at the thought, rising like bile in the back of his throat as he shoves his forehead into the back of Luke’s neck, squinting his eyes shut against his hair. He pulls Luke closer to his chest, thinking he’ll be safe there, but it might already be too late.

“Cal,” Luke says quietly. “Calum.”

A warmth spreads through Calum at the sound of his name, soft and steady from Luke’s mouth. He shifts his arm, tightening the hold he’s now got on the front of Luke’s t-shirt as he feels Luke’s fingers stroke down the back of his hand.

(or, during the recording process of their new album, Luke grows his hair out and Calum realises a couple of things.)

Tempest (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 314k

Summary: Calum’s best friends are falling apart, Mali is gone, and Calum just wants to be perfect.

The Sun Will Rise (ao3) - JetBlackSunshine T, 131k

Summary: ‘It’s hard to see the enemy, When you’re looking at yourself. Maybe your reflection shows you screaming out for help.’ Luke doesn’t expect much from his new school; however it soon becomes apparent that his time spent there isn’t going to be like the rest of them. Entangled in a web of family secrets and those of his new classmates working out who to trust and how to survive become more important than ever.

Touchy Feely (ao3) - sammyswagstar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: The fic with demisexual Michael and ot4 that no one asked for. Michael gets handsy in the shower with his best friends and they take advantage of him, before they all get their happy ending. Pun intended?

Trapped Under Your Spell (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance michael/luke, calum/ashton M, 21k

Summary: Luke was happy with his girlfriend Bella; their lives were simple and easy, with lots of happy-filled moments. Then came Michaela, who decided to play pretend for a while and be her twin while her sister was away; being the playful one, it was all in good fun and no harm was intended. But somehow, Luke was liking the new ‘Bella’, who was wild on a whole other level and she was damn hot, and it was like he was falling in love all over again. When Luke realised the person he had been spending so much time with, was not Bella but Michaela, instead of ending everything, he allowed things to keep going. But to what extent?

This is basically the story of a straight guy, his girlfriend's lesbian sister, their two gay best friends and how they fell in love.

Yeah, I Want You Baby (ao3) - flowercrownmikey michael/luke M, 4k

Summary: "That what you wanna do, princess? Fuck the delinquent right outta me?"

OR// Officer! Luke and Bad Boy! Michael.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #masterlists #2017fics #2017fics masterlist

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War and Peace 60/198 -Leo Tolstoy

In March, a relay of horses were sent to meet a doctor from Moscow, Maria watched her old nurse Nyanya Savichna as she told a story of how Maria’s mother delivered her with just a midwife, doctors are never needed. (well doctors were brought up and a woman is pregnant so Chekov’s gun goes off) The wind blows open a window and the nurse sees someone coming up the drive, Maria runs down believing it is the doctor but it is her brother Andrei, thin and pale, wearing an old coat, he collapsed in Maria’s arms. Andrei sees his wife, she doesn’t understand the significance of his appearance and he kisses her and calls her endearing things he never said before. The obstetrician takes his place and Andrei and Maria hear screams from the room and Andrei is confused why there would be a baby in there, then cries when he realizes it’s his,

The doctor comes out and wouldn’t say a word to him and Andrei stopped at the threshold, Lisa was dead but her eyes spoke. “I love you all, and I have done no one any harm, and what have you done to me?”p.191 Two hours later Andrei went to his father who already knew but held his son and cried. Three days later she was buried., Andrei felt he had done wrong that can never be forgotten, five days later his son was christened Prince Nikolai Andreyitch. (and his hair didn’t sink but floated in the water so it’s seen as good luck)

The part Rostof played in the duel was ignored with the old Count’s efforts and instead was appointed an aide to a Governor General in Moscow. So instead of going to the country with his family he had to stay in Moscow, after Dolokhof recovered the two became friends. In autumn the Rostof family returned and in winter Denisof came back it was a (very gay time) happier winter for Rostof and his family, he brought home many young men. (I swear this book is so gay) Every young man noticed the women, Vera, Natasha and Sonya but everyone except Natasha was pleased with Dolokhof. She almost fought her brother about it insisting Pierre had a right to duel him, he was insincere, Denisof is a spendthrift, but she likes him and warns everything (not unfounded) Dolokhof does has an ulterior motive, he’s even in love with Sonya but Rostof calls it nonsense.

On the third day of the Christmas holidays Rostof and Denisof dined at a farewell dinner, they were going to start their regiments after Epiphany. Never before had there been such love and passion at Christmas time at the Rostof house. Rostof felt it when arriving and noticed the embarrassment among a few, Natasha said she told him but he didn't listen, Dolokhof proposed to Sonya. Rostof felt a pang, but it wasn’t like the orphan Sonya had a more brilliant match, but he still felt indignation against her. Natasha then says she refused him saying she loves another, but Natasha knows Rostof will never marry her. Rostof says she knows nothing, and he must go talk to her. Rostof kisses Sonya’s hand and tries to talk to her, she tells him not to think of their love before, she loves him like a brother and that is enough.

Rostof didn’t see Dolokhof for two days, the third day he sent a note saying he knows why he won’t return but join him at the English hotel for a farewell supper. At the dinner table Dolokhof’s eyes were cold as he played cards, Rostof felt ill at ease. Dolokhof had the frame of mind of being bored of life’s monotony and felt to escape it by an outrageous action. Rostof joined the game and kept losing, but with no money Dolokhof promised him to settle their accounts afterwards as Rostof’s losses grew to eight hundred rubles. Dolokhof asks if he’s afraid of him, Rostof watched the pack of cards in his hands, Rostof’s two thousand rubles has to last until May. Rostof demands the card and then will never pick up another in his life, by losing he could lose his whole happy life. (so put them down now) Dolokhof again asks if he’s afraid to play against him and warns them all to be on guard against him. (he’s even warning you like a cartoon villain Rostof) He deals the cards and Rostof lost more than he can play. (dammit Rostof)

The sums racked up to over twenty thousand and Dolokhof no longer listened to stories but watched Rostof’s mounting debt and decided to play until he lost forty-three thousand rubles since it was the sum of he and Sonya’s ages. Rostof wondered why he was treating him this way, he knows what this loss means, he was his friend, he loved him but he can't help it if luck favors him. He’s done nothing wrong, then why this horrible misfortune, when did it begin, a short time ago he was happy to make a little winnings. When did this happiness end, what does it signify, it can't end this way.

When the losses reached forty-three thousand rubles (that’s about 300k today Rostof fucked up) Dolokhof declared it time for supper, Rostof insists one more game and Dolokhof relents for twenty-one rubles and Rostof lost. Dolokhof asks when he plans to pay him and reveals he knew his cousin was in love with him. Rostof knew what a blow this debt to his family would be and released Dolokhof knew this too and kept playing him and told Dolokhof he’ll pay him tomorrow.

At home his family was still up, he avoided their eyes, Sonya asked what was wrong. Natasha also perceived his troubles but told herself she is wrong. He left to his room without saying anything, fifteen minutes later he met his father and confessed to him he needed forty three thousand, that this kind of thing can happened to anyone, (losing 300k in a card game when your family is already having financial troubles) and his father left the room. Meanwhile, downstairs, Natasha told her mother that Denisof proposed and she doesn’t believe it, Denisof is a fool then. Natasha says for her mother not to tell him she doesn't love him for her, but she can listen at the door. She refuses him and the Countess tells him he should have addressed her first to not have forced her into an unavoidable refusal. Denisof says he adores the family and Nastasha and leaves and refuses Rostof’s calls to return to Moscow. Rostof spent two weeks waiting for the money his father struggled to find at short notice after paying Dolokhof he left for his regiment in Poland.

PART FIFTH

1807, the Battle of Eylau the Russians were deemed victors but the French advanced in June, the forces drew up at Friedland into east Prussia, another victory for Napoleon. Peace is forced unitarily on Russia but Tsar Alexander is ready for it the two meet at Tilst Napoleon is deemed the master of the continent, only Britain fights on.

After the settlement Pierre went to Petersburg, he had to wait for horses at Torzhak, not responding he was too deep in thought to pay attention around him. He pondered rights and wrongs and power that directs it all, only an illogical answer, but the thought of death was terrible to him. “Thou shalt die–all will come to an end! Thou shalt die and know all, or else cease to question.”p.205 He sees a ragged peddler, everything is equally unimportant to eternity of death. “Would this money of mine add the value of a single hair to her happiness, to her peace of mind? Can anything on earth make her or me in the least degree less susceptible to evil and death?”p.205 (pretty sure a few pennies would make that poor woman happy really what is this rich person money doesn’t bring happiness logic)

Another traveler arrives, an old man with a skull ring, (I actually thought this was death or something) and he knows who Pierre is and what's happened and is sorry for him and wants to help him. He belongs to the Brotherhood of Freemasons and Pierre is afraid they won't understand each other but he knows how Pierre thinks. “and this system you mention, and which seems to you the product of your brain, is that common to most men; it is uniformly the hurt of pride, idleness and arogance.”p.206

Pierre confesses he doesn’t believe in God and the old man says that’s why he’s unhappy but he’s here and in him, in his words, if he didn’t exist they wouldn't be talking about him. Pierre listened to his arguments impressed by him and he designed to believe and as he did experienced a restoration of life. Pierre doesn’t know how to attain that knowledge, is he content with his life no he detests it, then change to undergo self-purification and he will learn. He’s been living a life of debauchery and giving nothing, what has he done with his wealth, his wife, that duel, there's no wisdom in it. Pierre doesn’t wish to continue his depraved life but won't say it to the Mason and asks for help, he can only get that from God, but he can give a measure and gives him a letter for Count Villarski and advises not to fall back to his former life and wishes him success. Pierre later found out he was Ossip Alekseyevitch Bazdeyef and thought of his way of living.

Arriving in Petersburg, Pierre informed no one and just read Thomas a Kempis and understood the delight of faith. After a week Count Villaski came to his room for a proposition, a high member had proposed him to be his sponsor to join the Brotherhood of Freemasons, he’ll join. And does he believe in God, yes. They toured in Valliski’s carriage, who said all he had to do was speak the truth in the anteroom of a large mansion. They put on cloaks and went into another room and Pierre was blindfolded the rest of the way and left alone.

He heard knocks and took off the blindfold and saw a small man who asked what does he desire, wisdom, virtue, enlightenment, he wants help towards regeneration. The small man is satisfied with his reply. If he joins their fraternity their aims are handing down an important mystery and prepare fellow members to correct their hearts and gives Pierre a half hour to think it over and gives him their seven virtues apply himself to, the seventh the love of death. Pierre thought it ought to be so, but he just started loving life. Since he’s agreed to join for generosity, give him everything he owns and Pierre strips himself of his valuables. Then he’s told to strip and tell his chief predilection, women. The Mason blindfolded him again and is told to examine himself to seek his happiness and Pierre already began to feel it. (yes Pierre just striped naked to join a cult)

The next day Pierre was reading at home trying to understand the spiritual world, the Emperor heard of his duel and believed it would be wise to leave Petersburg for a while. He thought to visit his southern estates and check on the peasantry when Vasili came to his room protesting Helene’s innocence. Several times Pierre tried to speak but Vasili kept interrupting, it’s the hardest task to say something unpleasant to his farther in law. He was used to giving into Vasili’s easy self confidence but what he had to say would decide his life, Pierre told Vasili to leave his house. (at least Pierre is starting to grow a spine) After a week Pierre gave the Masons a large sum of his wealth and departed to his estates, they gave him letters to the Masons of Kiev and Odesca to guide him.

Pierre and Dolokhof ‘s duel was hushed up despite the Emperor’s status of it neither were punished but gossip of it spread. Pierre fell out of favor in society and is said he has his father's temper while Helene was gladly returned to society and her disfigured expression when he is mentioned was taken to mean she made up her mind to endure her unhappiness. 1806 was when news spread of Napoleon's defeat of Jena and Auerstadt, a second command was beginning. Anna Pavlovna had another party with Boris as the guest of honor.

Thanks to his mother Boris obtained a very advantageous position and with self-control mastered subordination, but now his mode of life and his future have changed. Rather than appear shabby he would spend every one of his few pennies to look immaculate and better dressed than everyone. He took to only high society because they would be an advantage to him, his previous life of Moscow of the Rostof’s and Natasha’s were distasteful. (oh what now that you’re at the popular table you ditch your friends) On receiving Anna Pavlovna’s invitation he knew what part he had to play to get an advantage from each guest. Helene gave him undivided attention when he spoke of Glogau and agreed to come to visit her and Anna Pavlovna warned him not to bring up her husband. When Boris went to see her on Tuesday, he didn’t know why he was invited, no one else was there, and when he left she invited him to dinner. (has she already started scoping out new potential husbands)

The war was growing fiercer and closing in, people cursed Napoleon and rumors spread the lives of Prince Bolkonsky, Andrei and Maria changed significantly since 1805. The old Prince was appointed one of eight commanders in chief of the Russian militia, he spent his time traveling about the three provinces entrusted to him straight to the smallest detail. Soon after Andrei’s return the two fought and he was sent to the estate of Bogucharovo in Lisiya Gori and Andrei went unable to stand his father's idiosyncrasies and wanting solitude. After Austerlitz Andrei made up his mind to give up the military life and accepted a position under his father to recruit for the militia.

March 1807, Little Nikolai had been sick for several days when the old Prince sent him a letter that Benigsen was victorious over Napoleon at Eylauand, he’s retreating. He read Bilibin’s letter, he was now a diplomatic official of the army headquarters and described the whole campaign to the disinterested Andrei. The principal officer of Glogau asked the king of Prussia what would he do if told to surrender since the Prussians lay down their arms at the first summons. (thought it was the French and Italians they were stereotyped as being surrendering cowards) Everything is ready, but they lack a general in chief. He is summoned to help sort letters and packages and the Marshal is impatient for his, in rage he read what the Emperor wrote to others. He wrote to the Emperor he transferred command to Count Buxhouden and he himself will remain at the hospital at Ostrolenka since he’s so infirmed and warns if the army remains in bivouac there won’t be any soldiers left and he wants retirement. ”The marshal is vexed with the emperor. And punishes all of us for it. Isn’t that logical?”p.221

After the Marshal left they were in sight of the enemy and had to fight, General Benigsen disagreed with the order of Buxhovden’s position since he’s anxious to fight on his own account and did and won the Battle of Pultusk but Bilibin disagrees. “We civilians have, as you are well aware, a very wretched habit of making up our own minds in regard to the gain on loss of a battle. The one who retires after the battle is the loser, so we say, and in this respect we lost the battle of Pultusk.”p.221 They sent news of victory the general refused to surrender to Buxhovden during this was a scheme of maneuvers to avoid General Buxhovden. When Buxhovden caught up to them the two generals fought and Benigsen had a seizure. (the armie’s disciplined finest as you can see) As news of victory of Pultusk is returned enemy one is done, now enemy two Napoleon, but a third enemy rises. The orthodox troops are marauding over lack of food and supplies twice the headquarters were attacked. The Emperor gave permission to shoot the looters but Bilibin feared it would have one half of the army shoot the other half.

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