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Hoseok fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Hoseok’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Hobi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love! Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (💜) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) | Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Helping Hands by @m-yg93 [6k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 Between your boyfriend getting into bed with another girl and finals taking all your time a cold rift has emerged between the usually warm movie nights with your best friend. Thankfully exams are over and Hoseok is back on your couch where he belongs. When some shit talking gets a little too close to home and Hoseok finds out you’ve never even had an orgasm he decides to take things into his own hands, and yours. 

🗨️ This was so hot, like what 😳🥵 also a bit funny, but mostly smutty 🤭

⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

⭐Ho Ho Horrible @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

⭐Watch Yourself by @boymeetsweevil [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // non idol au, pwp // 🥵

📝 It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen.

🗨️ Oh this was hot alright 🥵

⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K]  // jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵

⭐Two in one @here2bbtstrash [12K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖

⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)

⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯

⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K] // jhs x f.reader // dancer!au, sort of e2l // 🥵

📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨

⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K] // jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂

📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.  

🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨

⭐Make Me @violetsiren90 [16k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, f2fwb, BDSM lifestyle // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 You’ve been friends with Hobi for years, and he’s your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

🗨️ Oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯

And as a something a little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Sonic Rain [25k] @jungblue

The Retreat [19.6k] @ugh-yoongi

Fake Love [16.2k] @aquaminwrites

The Night Shift [11k] @prolixitae

The Treasured Thief [16k] @justimajin

Happy birthday HOBI!!!! 🥳💜✨

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professor!abby hcs 😸

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one thing about professor!abby is that she goes crazyyy when it comes to buying more books. her ideal date is strolling around a bookstore together, however, these dates always end with her buying a hundred dollars worth of books.

every single time you let that woman walk into a book store, it’s like you have to keep her on a leash. yes, abby, you can get that one. no, abby, we don’t have bookshelf room for a whole series. she’s unstoppable, she’s like a fat kid in a candy store. but she’s so adorable!!!

her goodreads account is insaneee!!! some of her students follow her, of course. she writes entire in depth reviews about EVERY book she reads. in fact, her favorite part about finishing a book is writing a goodreads review. and you best believe she updates her reading progress every night.

and she’s never not reading a book. she doesn’t prefer to carry a purse or a bag, but she’ll gladly put her book in your bag whenever you go out. she reads EVERYWHERE. at a dinner party? she’s reading. her best friend’s birthday party? she’s reading. at the gay club? reading. and she claims that it’s not rude because “everybody knows i read a lot. if anyone has a problem with it, maybe they’re just not a real friend!!”

she’s a little bit of a coffee freak. a surprising amount of her money goes to buying the most expensive and exotic coffee grounds she can get. there’s nothing she loves more than waking up to you making her coffee before work. sometimes, if she’s feeling extra emotional, she’ll hold your face in her hands and tell you how much she loves you while tearing up. what a big baby she is!!

our girl definitely has anxiety problems. if she ever has to leave the house without you, she’ll text you every 10 minutes asking for advice and reassurance. she trusts you so much, though. your advice is all she’s ever needed.

adding on to the last one, she’s a teeny bit insecure too. her past relationships absolutely wrecked her twenties and she never bothered to start dating again after that. sometimes she thinks she’s too old and unloveable for you, but she’s just being silly. she’s our little kitten princess and she deserves the whole entire world!!!!

on a more positive note, she loves the outdoors. sometimes she’ll wake you up before sun rises and force you to go hiking with her. no matter how much you complain, she knows you still like spending time with her, and the sunrise is always beautiful from her favorite spot.

i think before she became a college professor, she had to student-teach for 3 years, starting with first grade. imagine miss abby with baby muscles going over the spelling bee words with her littles, or playing tag with them at recess. miss abby was definitely their favorite, and a few of her students cried on her last day.

but i don’t think she’d want her own kids, just a dog is fine. it’s too much of a responsibility for her and she wants to dedicate all of her time and energy to you. but she does have a few nieces and nephews from her adopted sister, yara. and she’d be more than happy to babysit.

as much as she loves reading, she likes it more when you read to her. especially because most of the time, she’s exhausted from being awake and grading assignments for so long. so she likes to lay her head on your chest while you read to her, even if you have no idea what’s going on in the book.

watching movies with her is an absolute nightmare. if there was a book version, she’ll keep whispering “god… that’s not what happened in the book.” and then afterwards, she’ll explain everything they changed (aka did wrong) and why the book was so much better.

she definitely has a pair of reading glasses. i don’t think she uses them all the time but sometimes when she’s tired and just wants to read, she’ll use them because they make it easier for her to see the words through her sleepy eyes.

sometimes she so sleepy that she falls asleep while reading. it’s your job to take her book out of her hands and place her bookmark in it before it falls on the floor. on more than one occasion, she’s woken up at 2am to her book face down on the floor, no bookmark, with your head snuggled into her neck. it makes her a little bit grumpy because now, poor poor sleepy abigail has to decide between searching through all of the pages to find the one she was reading last, or taking her girl to bed and tucking her in. such a tough decision!!!

[n1ghteeea]

RGB MARRIAGE HEADCANONS BECAUSE RAHHHHHH 💥💥💥

After Egon’s 40th birthday that Winston, Peter and Ray attend in 1997 (as seen in EGB) they never leave the Firehouse again. It feels so good being home together after six years apart that they just can’t bring themselves to leave. To be able to sustain this new-old life they raise the prices of the busts and work every other day, switching with EGB, because they still love their job and have the energy for it.

This goes on for a while, but in 2009 (when Egon would be 52, Peter and Winston 51, Janine and Ray 50) they quit fieldwork, fully handing it over to the new team. Egon and Ray keep working on paranormal research and mentoring EGB, while Peter and Winston find some regular jobs to cover basic needs and taxes.

Fast forward to June 2015, six years later (Egon 58, Peter and Winston 57, Ray and Janine 56) when gay marriage gets legalised. After a few months of serious thinking Egon decides to propose to the guys. They don’t *need* a legal act to affirm their relationship, but he loves them so much he feels like he wants to be tied to them in every possible way, especially after being apart for so long. He struggles through planning and seeks help from Janine who is ecstatic about his decision. She helps him set everything up while he writes a longass speech. Then, on a random day in October he asks the guys out on a date to a quiet, private spot (because they cannot announce such a thing to the public).

There would be some joking around from Peter along the lines of: “No wayyy we’re going somewhere nice, what is it today, some sort of holiday I’m not aware of?” but Egon just waves him off with: “Can’t we go out just for the fun of it?”

They arrive to the place and have a nice time, Egon being extremely fucking nervous throughout the whole thing to the point of others growing concerned and asking if he’s okay. Calculating that if he prolongs this for 15 more minutes he will (with a certainty of 65%) get a stroke he drops down to one knee, pulls out the rings and begins his speech.

The guys are stunned. They never expected something like this, especially from Egon. As he keeps talking, they start to smile, realizing what’s happening. Egon, however, avoids their faces, focusing on finishing his speech. Winston finally interrupts with: “Egon, maybe you should...” but Egon cuts him off, “I’ve been preparing this for months, let me finish.” They laugh, and after he finally asks the big question, they lift him off the ground, say a long-awaited “yes,” and feel like the happiest people alive.

They come home that night and tell everything to Janine who waited for their return and she is so happy for them she almost tears up. EGB do not get notified right away, but the next morning they notice an unusual giddiness in Egon and start suspecting that *something* is up.

Next few months are spent preparing the wedding (I have no idea how long it actually takes), but eventually the event is set to happen in late April. Gonna go over the details now.

Place: somewhere in a park, everything green and blooming, but far from the public eye.

Decorations: minimum of those, just the basic tables, altar, some pretty columns around, flowers and fairy lights. Everything in light colours.

Guests: Only trusted people who won’t freak out about four men getting married. The list goes as follows (with little stories of how they would invite them):

Janine as the best person. Literally a part of the family, would help them through the whole planning process, when told that they want her to be their best person would say “Oh you better!” but would still be extremely honoured.

Slimer as the flower boy (he’d try his best to not eat all the flowers).

EGB (who would be in their thirties by that time). Egon would write handwritten invitations and give them to the team with a heartfelt speech about how much they mean to him. Eduardo would joke, “Writing your will already?” but they’d be happily shocked when they read the invites: “No way! Finally getting married - like, 10 years overdue!”

Aunt Lois. They’d invite her over for dinner and tell her everything, she’s always suspected the guys were in love and would be overjoyed for Ray and the rest of the guys (she’s great, I love her).

Sam (Ray’s relative). That’s literally an aroace lesbian, they’d send her a letter and she would happily show up with her queerplatonic girlfriend.

Mrs Faversham (if she’d still be alive). Peter’s mom is dead and his dad fucking sucks, so he would invite this old lady he has a nice relationship with instead, and while I think she would not get the concept, she would still be happy to be there for him.

A few friendly ghosts like Buster, the party troll and Stay Puft.

The photographer guy from the “The Ghost Fight at the O.K. Corral” episode. No idea about his stance on gay marriage, but they’d pay him to take pictures and he would.

Lieutenant Frump (the police officer who has personal beef with them), they’d invite him as a joke and he’ll cry first for the comedic effect.

That nice couple from the “Who’s Afraid Of The Big Bad Ghost” episode. I like the idea that they invited the guys to their wedding, so it’d be nice to return the favour.

Jeremy, Cindy and DyTyllio from the “Ragnarok and Roll” episode because poly people solidarity.

Egon’s dragon (horse-sized) because that’s his son.

Suits: the guys wear suits color-coded to their jumpsuits. Janine wears a blue and red dress. Guests are asked to wear cream-colored outfits.

Legal reasoning: since polyamorous marriage is illegal in the US, they flip a coin and marry in pairs (Winston & Egon, Ray & Peter). But during the ceremony, they all share rings and kiss because, in reality, they’re all in it together 🫶

Now moving on from the wedding to their further life!

In 2020 (Egon 63, Peter & Winston 62, Ray & Janine 62) COVID hits and NYC goes on a lockdown. The guys are stuck in the Firehouse with nothing to do, bored out of their minds. That is when Egon discovers a strong ectoplasmic field around this random small town in Oklahoma with the same frequencies as Cathulhu had back in 1987 when they fought him. He shares his observations with the team and announces that he needs to go there to conduct further research. The guys agree on anything just to get out of this dead city and so the four of them have a long roadtrip to Summerville, Oklahoma (yes, just like in GB: Afterlife).

There, they rent an old farm, and Egon dives into his research while the others fix up the place: changing old boards, cleaning, replanting crops, basically doing what old people do at summer houses.

This goes on for a year or so until the lockdown regulations weaken, and as they do, suddenly people start moving into town. Egon identifies them as Cathulhu cultists and reveals that his research has proven that in this exact town, 26 years in the future, in 2047 Cathulhu will be brought back into the world. This time, the ritual will no longer need to be performed near the water. That is because when they last defeated him, Cathulhu vanished into the air, meaning he can now be summoned from anywhere in the world, as long as the proper energy is present.

Egon admits that he cannot do anything about this right now as he has no proof of the newcomers being cultists or carrying potential danger (and even if he did no one would believe him), so he announces that he’s going to stay in this town to build a contraption that would capture and destroy Cathulhu for good if he’s ever summoned again.

Since the lockdown is not as strict as before and EGB are back to work in NYC Egon suggests his friends go back, but they just say: “Do you really think we are going to leave you here?” and just like that it is settled.

As time goes on Egon works on his giant trap with Ray who also takes fun in making the entire farm automated. They grow some crops, have a garden, Winston likes working in the field with Ray, while Peter turns the first floor of their house into a Ghostbuster Museum and gives tours to visitors (kinda like Mystery Shack except without the con man part). He puts their old suits, equipments and pictures as the exhibits and tells stories about how they beat the most dangerous of ghosts. This brings profit and so does selling the stuff that they grow in the city.

Janine still lives in New York and is retired, but visits them often (or they visit home) because they just cannot be away from each other for too long. And that’s pretty much it!

This year Egon celebrates his 67’th birthday surrounded by his friends and family. He feels calm and confident about the future of the world and ghostbusting because he knows that even if something happens to him there will always be people who will pick his work up where he left it.

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FANART

A collection of my fanart labled to show what fandom it’s for and make it easier to find!

Anything I that isn’t underlined isn’t linked cause it’s ‘to be posted’ but WILL go up!

Pieces that include ‘*’ in the description feature my persona in some form (not an in universe oc) and are likely self ship art (x is shipping, + is/could be platonic)

Undertale

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (Undertale 9th birthday)

Happy bday my jokey lad!! (Sans bday 2024)

Game night (Undertale anniversary 2023)

The jumper fiasco (Christmas sprite 2023)

He tiny!!! (Sans + * hight joke)

Blue beauty (Undyne bust)

A fab lil man (silly papyrus sketch)

A walk through the park (sans x * art)

Uni redesigned project

A run through snowdin (full concept piece)

FIT CHECK!!! (Frisk Sans Pap surface outfit)

Serious business (Frisk sans pap formal wear)

The Great Papyrus (papyrus designe concept)

Sans the skeleton (sans designe concept)

Frisk the human (frisk designe concept)

Undertale AU

Ya know like rawr (Fell sans bowser full peice)

A fallen brother (Fell papyrus in snowdin)

Welcome to the SMOKE SHOW (swap pap)

NYA-Ha-ha (silly neko papyrus sketch)

you did not wake up like that (swap pap x * )

M I S S (swap pap full body)

Waiter waiter more yaoi please (swap pap)

Bitch said what!?! (Swap pap bust)

These bitches gay good for them (fell sans x *)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Silly string (oc + cannon interactions/concept)

The peppermint bandit (TADC au pomni art)

My Aussie boy T~T (gummie goo sketch page)

Silly old man (silly Kinger sketch)

Smile for the camera!!! (Cain expression sheet)

Awful boye (Jax sketch)

Welcome home

Open ne noor (silly chibi Wally art CW:eyes)

Can you see me? (Wally sketch CW:eyes)

Don’t forge your safety gear! (Spick sketch)

Poppy you sweetie (poppy + Spick sketch)

Let’s welcome Spick spanning!! (Oc sketch)

Best Friends! <3 (Julie + Frank sketch)

Trolls

Look at em go! (Trolls oc sketch)

Lil baby <3 (trolls oc sketch)

Eeeeeh I love this band! (Trolls oc sketch)

Stompies!!! (Trolls oc stimming)

Pretty lady…(trolls oc art)

Hollow knight

Hollow knight (chibi sketch)

A lil guuuuy~ (the vessel full colour piece)

Tall lady~ (hornet full colour piece)

Little prince (oc concept sketch)

Indigo park

Let me get a good look at you (rambly sketch)

Jota says HELLO! (Indigo park oc sketch)

Hazbin hotel

It’s the birthday boi! (Angel dust bday)

Handsome man (husk sketch)

Short king (husk + oc sketch)

Aphmau

The cloaked stranger (MCD Aaron redesign)

That gangs all here (PDH shadow knights)

Gravity falls

Freak matched (* bill sona)

Mid life crisis man (Stanley x oc)

Fancy feet (stanley x oc)

Pathologic

The prickly prick (Daniil Dankovsky sketch)

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Side Story; Shinso Hitoshi [Special Chapter]

|This chapter contains canon events of reader's past|

|Alternative ending with Hitoshi as love interest|

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It all started during my first day at kindergarten, I was the youngest one there. Everybody was four already, while I was still three and a half.

At first, nobody talked to me, and I was too shy to try and befriend anyone, so I was lonely during the first week there. But...

A purple-haired boy approached me at the beginning of the second week.

He had purple eyes too and his pupils were white, he scared me a bit at first, but when he smiled and told me he loved cats, I only chuckled and hugged him.

That boy was Shinso Hitoshi, whom I began calling Shi-chan after two months of knowing each other.

And then, Shi-chan developed his quirk, and I just stared at him happily, but I was also jealous.

Of him and the rest.

I was quirkless still, but I wasn't bothered, I was still three years old, and I had to wait patiently a few more months until my birthday arrived.

But I was quirkless even after I was five.

My parents kept cheering me on, saying I will have a quirk, and I'll be the best hero. The Invincible Hero. Shi-chan said so too, while he also explained to me how his parents thought his quirk was villainous.

I comforted him about that, saying that I would love to have his quirk. A brainwashing quirk... The society should be grateful. Shi-chan wants to be a Hero, not a villain, everyone should be happy about that, right?

The next year was the same, I was six... and still quirkless. With each passing day, I could notice how my parents were losing hope about me having a quirk. But Hitoshi didn't.

And because of that, he tried to train me. I told him what my parents' quirks were, and we tried together.

Enhance my muscles with my own energy. Make a person freeze completely on the spot as if they were asleep.

But nothing happened.

And by my seventh birthday, the next day, I had already accepted reality.

"I'm quirkless, Shi-chan..." was the thing I whispered to my only friend, sitting down beside him, "I can't be a hero with you... sorry." By the moment I finished my little speech, the tears had filled my eyes and wanted to run down my face.

He tried to say something, but I just hugged him and hid in his neck.

"Look, the quirkless loser and the villain freak!" I flinched at the yell directed our way. I never bothered learning his name, but I just know that he's the biggest asshole here. And he was only twelve.

I only looked away and Shi-chan was about to tell them something, but I stopped him.

My hand held his and we heard the dude's voice again, "And they're gay too! Faggots!"

I swallowed and stared down at the ground, biting my tongue so I wouldn't say anything disrespectful. For now, they left us alone and walked away, and soon the bell rang, so we walked to our classroom.

The whole class I spent it looking down at my desk, holding in my tears at the thought of my quirkless self.

The break began again and I walked to the bathroom, I wanted to wash my face a bit, so the redness of my eyes and nose would go away. But he was there when I walked in.

His friends were here too.

"Oh, if it isn't the quirkless loser." His friends laughed and he walked up to me, I just backed away, trapping myself with the wall behind me.

I saw his palms generating electricity and I could just stare at his arm.

His arm swung back, ready to punch me and I could only whisper, "Don't hurt me..."

Right as his fist was about to collide with my face, his arm tensed and he yelled in pain, gripping his forearm tightly. His friends came up to me and I kept mumbling the same thing over and over. "Don't hurt me..." they yelled too and ran out dragging their "leader" with them.

I sighed in relief and closed my eyes for a bit, but I suddenly thought, why did they run away screaming and gripping their arms?

I ignored that and opened my eyes.

And I got scared.

"I can't see!" I screamed, sliding down to the bathroom wall and rubbing my eyes, but the blackness wasn't going away. "Help me!!"

I kept screaming for a bit more until the bathroom door opened and Shi-chan's voice echoed.

"(M/n), what's wrong-?!" He abruptly stopped his question, and I felt him holding my shoulders tight. "What happened... to your... eyes?" I shook my head side to side and I felt tears falling down my cheeks.

"I don't know! Shi-chan... I can't see anything... I only see black. Help me, Shi-chan..."

What I remember from that time was Hitoshi taking me to the infirmary and then the principal came too, they ended up calling my parents, both came here with the twins, they were only a year old.

Such cute babies... but I couldn't see them at the moment.

Well, it turns out... I had my quirk.

My mother explained to me that this was her drawback. She went temporarily blind. I had to explain what had happened and how I went blind, which also made my parents worry about me being bullied. But it was fine, this was the first time they tried to physically hurt me, and they couldn't do it.

And that was the day when my quirk manifested. I was blind for two days.

//////

During Middle School, Shi-chan was being targeted again about his quirk, I always hated how they treated him. He has a brainwashing quirk!

That's fucking awesome!

So every time those assholes told him something about it, I would scare them away and then try to comfort Shi-chan.

"I'd like to know why they say that about your quirk, I mean, it would be really bad if you were a villain, so they should be grateful you want to be a hero, right?" Hitoshi smiled at me, but there were still some whispers about us, and how he had brainwashed me into being his friend.

But that's the thing! Shi-chan never used his quirk on me! Not even by mistake!

I even asked him to do it many times, but he refused every time.

And yes, while Hitoshi was being judged by his quirk, everybody around me was saying that I was invincible. Something that made me more insecure about myself.

Because even if I am so-called "invincible", my quirk could kill people, and... It did.

There was a time when I couldn't completely control my quirk yet. I was thirteen, and I was walking back home from school when I heard a woman trying to scream.

Her voice could only be described when somebody tries to cover your mouth, so I wanted to help her. I didn't know how, I was a still kid, but I needed to help her, nobody else was doing anything.

So I called the cops, explaining the situation, they told me to not get involved but the woman spotted me, and cried at me.

The man saw me and threw her to the ground behind him, stomping towards me with a furious face.

He tried to grab me, but I held his wrists above my head. The strength I had wasn't enough, but I was not going to go down and leave that poor woman all on her own, so I struggled to push him off of me.

I could hear the sirens in the distance, and that made me hold on longer. The man was mad, like extremely mad, but didn't try to run away, he was glancing back at the woman, who was still on the ground, shaking and crying. I noticed her legs, and both of her thighs were bleeding with deep wounds and the blood wasn't stopping.

I have to help her! She will bleed to death!

I gritted my teeth and pushed the man back, stepping forward and keeping my eyes on his arms, but my quirk wasn't activating.

Why?!

I growled and pushed him hard, he fell on his butt and tried to get up again.

But he screamed in pain.

Those kinds of screams occurred when my quirk was too aggressive, and I tried to stop it, but the man gripped his t-shirt, where his heart was and stared right into my eyes.

I clearly saw how he stopped struggling and fell backwards, a blank stare in his eyes.

And I saw white.

The woman was exclaiming "Thank you" towards me repeatedly, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Did I...?

The police and an ambulance arrived, the woman was taken to the hospital and I was kept there for interrogation, but they had to call my parents first.

After dreadful hours of waiting and answering questions, the forensic confirmed that the man had died from a heart attack. But she found it weird because apparently, he had been a healthy man his whole life.

His heart stopped abruptly, and the muscles ripped. As if it exploded.

Then I had to explain how my quirk worked.

I was declared innocent, but the thought... the knowledge of having killed a person wouldn't leave my mind.

For a year I had to go to therapy, but even if I was okay now, every now and then I would remember that event.

And the only way to forget about it was to be with Hitoshi.

A year went by, and our last year of Middle School arrived. It was at this moment, that I realized...

I wasn't straight, or not completely at least.

I had liked girls in past years, but I never tried to ask them out. I was too shy, and I still am.

But, Hitoshi made me realize I liked boys too.

He just suddenly seemed so freaking cute and then so fucking hot.

I was really confused, so that day when I came home from school, the twins tried to get me to play with them for a bit, but I made up an excuse about homework, and went up to my room.

On my laptop, I wrote on the search bar 'I like girls but boys too, what is it'. And lots of results popped up.

My entire night was spent in front of my laptop screen, and I got the answer to my question was... bisexuality.

Maybe... or maybe I just liked Hitoshi and not other boys.

But no, even if I liked Hitoshi already, I caught myself staring at some boys from my class and on the streets quite often. So I wasn't just Hitoshi-sexual, I was bisexual.

It was hard. To accept it. And to live with it.

The day I told my parents, they were like 'Oh, so you like boys too, that's good, you know what you like, we don't mind.' And that was such a relief, but only they knew about my sexual orientation.

Months flew by and it was the day of the U.A.'s entrance exam.

We both passed the written one, but not the practical one. And we ended up in 1-C, General Studies.

After the first week of class, the news about 1-A being under a villain attack reached our ears. I was kind of grateful that I wasn't in the Hero Course because my quirk doesn't really work with big groups of people.

And Ectoplasm sensei announced the Sports Festival coming up. He said something about having an opportunity to become heroes, we could be transferred to the Hero Course depending on our results.

And Shi-chan and I made a training schedule for it.

During said training, I had gone blind many times, but just the white blindness, so after a few hours of talking and bickering, I was back to normal.

And the Sports Festival arrived.

I managed to come in first place by the end of it, and Hitoshi ran to hug me when I stepped down from the podium.

Who would have thought I wouldn't be happy about my win?

The principal wanted to talk with me, and he told me about the internship and my possible transfer. Hitoshi got mad -I think- when I told him.

And he used his quirk on me for the first time.

After school, I went to the teachers' lounge and gave my hero name to Midnight sensei, who accepted it and let me go home. I walked out of U.A. and I stared up at the sunny sky. I tried to think about how to make Hitoshi talk to me again, and I remembered something.

I still owed him an ice cream.

So with a little of an improvised plan, I went to my house to change and walked out to buy him ice cream. I bought two ice cream tubs, one with his favourite flavour and one with mine.

On my way to his house, I felt my heart racing, I hadn't been this nervous since I realized I liked Hitoshi. And until today, even if I told myself I would ignore those feelings, they didn't go away. They just got stronger. And that's why I couldn't handle the thought of Hitoshi being mad at me.

I stopped in front of his house and hesitantly rang the bell, his mother opened the door, smiling brightly when she saw me. And she invited me in.

"Hitoshi is in his room, he seemed a bit sad and bothered, did something happen, honey? Did you two fight?" I smiled reassuringly at her while taking off my shoes.

"Not really," her smile changed to a sympathetic one and she placed her hand on my shoulder.

"It's about the Sports Festival, isn't it?" I just looked down, nodding, "Hitoshi wasn't like those other boys, wanting to be heroes and help people, but when he met you, he changed. Being a hero was the only thing he talked about..." She caressed my hair making me stare at her, "But he always said he would be a hero with you, (M/n)."

"We'll become heroes together, and we'll be the best heroes!" Hitoshi's childish voice rang inside my head.

"Can I go talk with him?" She nodded with her sweet smile.

"Of course you can, sweetie, this is your house too."

I went up the stairs quickly and I stopped in front of his door, taking out my phone before even knocking on his door.

I pressed the call button on his contact. He didn't pick up the first four times, but I called him a fifth, and last, time.

"What?" His voice was muffled and tired as if he had just woken up, but Hitoshi usually had that kind of voice and he had trouble sleeping for too long, that's why he had those deep and dark eye bags.

"Can we talk?" He groaned and I heard him shuffling around, probably turning on his bed.

"Why would we talk?" I looked at the bag I was holding, and I lowered my phone, hanging up. "Wha-?!" I heard him gasping past the door and I had to contain a laugh at the thought of his shocked face.

"Because I've got you the ice cream I promised to buy you," and after some seconds, his rapid footsteps echoed inside his room, the door opening quickly and abruptly.

Hitoshi only stared at me surprised, before a pink blush painted his cheeks and he turned around, walking in and leaving the door open, signalling me to enter his room.

I followed him and closed the door behind me, setting the ice cream down on his bedside table as he sat down on his bed. Hitoshi's purple eyes looked up at me, his eyebags darker than usual, and his eyes slightly red and puffy.

Had he been crying?

I bit down on the tip of my tongue at the mere thought of him crying, and it was probably about me getting into the hero course without him.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone for the rest of the day, didn't I?" I glanced away for a second but immediately turned back to look at him again.

"I couldn't stay away from you knowing that you were angry at me," he sighed patting his bed, beside him, and I sat down next to him.

"I wasn't... angry at you..." I stared at his profile, Hitoshi was looking down and to the side, playing with his fingers. "I was angry... at myself."

"Why-?"

"Because I'm not as strong as you, (M/n), that's why!" His scream made me flinch.

Hitoshi placed his elbows on top of his thighs and lowered his head, covering his face with his palms. After long seconds, I realized what he said.

And that made me flustered.

"You are stronger than me, Shi-chan." I hugged his waist and rested my forehead on his shoulder, his body tensed, "You were the one who would stand up for me when people made fun of me because I was quirkless, and you always motivated me to have hope even when my quirk didn't manifest." I squeezed him slightly, "I am who I am thanks to you, Hitoshi. I wouldn't have this ambition if you weren't there."

Hitoshi shifted a bit, but I didn't bother to move, and then I felt his arms around my shoulders.

"You idiot, how can you say those things so easily?" His fingers played with my hair, and I instantly relaxed, loosening my grip on him.

"Because I love you, Shi-chan."

Hitoshi flinched and I wondered what made him react that way until...

Did I just confess?! I am such an idiot! Now he's gonna hate me, great.

I wanted to back away from him, but he held me closer to his body, and my heart was beating rapidly. It was racing like crazy.

"Shi...-chan...?" I asked slowly, and his hands moved to hold my face up, making me face him. Which made me blink and look away in embarrassment. Hitoshi smiled at me, a red blush painting his cheeks. And for an instant... I relied on my instincts.

Gripping his waist tight and leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his in an innocent peck.

Hitoshi tensed but his body relaxed again as I hugged him and held his body against mine. My mind was racing and I couldn't process what was happening, I just knew that unstoppable shivers ran down my spine as I felt Hitoshi's chapped lips brushing on mine.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, and we pulled back my mind was dizzy, and I was painting slightly. Even if we didn't make out at all.

"(M/n), you got... something to tell me?"

And I finally realized the situation.

My eyes opened wide and I almost choked with my own saliva, I was suddenly shaking and I felt like I was about to faint. What did I just do? I kissed Hitoshi. My best friend, who also is my crush.

I wanna die. I'm gonna die from embarrassment. Can I dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it? I wanna go home and hide for the rest of eternity.

But Hitoshi's cold palms cupped my cheeks, making me lose my train of thought and look up at him. His eyes were bright and his tiny smile looked cute on his face. It made me want to kiss him again.

"I l-lo..." I hesitated and Hitoshi caressed my cheek with one hand, the other one going up to play with my (h/c) hair. That relaxed me, and I finished as I stared into his eyes, "I love you, Shi-chan."

Hitoshi smiled at me with a darker blush on his cheeks and he leaned in to plant a kiss on the tip of my nose.

So cute.

"I love you too, (M/n)." I stared into his purple eyes for a minute, and his blush got worse, averting his gaze from my (e/c) eyes.

"So, this means you're my boyfriend now?" Hitoshi nodded and hid his face in the crook of my neck. A big smile appeared on my face as I laid back on the bed, pulling Hitoshi on top of me and I kissed the top of his head, caressing the skin of his lower back.

This is... what happiness feels like, right?

Or is this the feeling of having a reciprocated love?

Either one, I couldn't have wished for a different outcome. Because I finally had Hitoshi with me, and I couldn't be happier right now.

[bearlee-sensitive]

last updated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .8/25/23

This my introduction post :)

Thank you to the amazing @slimeylee for letting me take inspiration from their intro post (I basically copied it, if you want me to take the @ off for you i will /gen)

Tw:ED mentions/ phobia mentions/SH mention

|info about me!|

My name is Bear

I'm 420 friendly

I'm Afro-indigenous

I'm 90% Lee 10% ler

I use he/him pronouns, I'm fine with neopronouns, and I'm two spirit, gay (nwlnw) and Polyamorous and I'm taken

I'm currently on testosterone

My birthday is October 26th! I'm a minor, so don't be weird

I'm also an age regressor, I usually regress to ages 1-3, sometimes older

|blog and writing info|

I'm a sfw Tickle blog, mainly for marvel, dream smp and supernatural

I don't really post fanfics as I'm still working on my writing skills, but once I think my writing is good enough I'll probably start writing fics

My dms are open to any ranging from 13 to 18+ (as long as you're not a creep)

( interact, thin ice, dni)

Interact;

Juggalo's

Dsmp fans

Twisted metal fans

Supernatural fans

Marvel fans

Stranger things fans

Reservation dogs fans

Kenan and Kel fans

Wonder egg priority fans

Sfw tickle blogs

Tickle fic writers

Artists

Fluff and angst writers

Roleplayers

People over 18 (as long as youre not weird)

Agere community

thin ice;

Genshin stans

Only writes/draws feet tickles

dni;

Proshippees

Racists

Homiphobes

Sexists

Ableists

Anyone under 11

Ddlg (and variants)

|tags|

I don't really use tags, but I will occasionally

The tags will be

#dsmp

#supernatural

#marvel

#tickle

#ticklefic

#twisted metal

#headcanons

#bears in a lee mood

#vent

|other blogs|

I only have two other blogs, one for age regression and one for non-Tickle stuff

Age regression blog: lovelylittlebabybearsblog

Non-tickle blog: skvll-body

|social media|

I have Instagram, my account is cool._.funky._.monkey

I also have snapchat and tiktok but I'll give those to you if you ask me

|things i will n wont write/talk about|

I WILL write/talk about

-Tickle related stuff

-fluff

-angst

-cc and c stuff

-feet tickles

-light bondage

-tools (but only stuff like feathers/feather duster, the light stuff)

|fears + diagnosis|

Tw:phobias and triggers

Phobias:

Arachnophobia-fear of spiders, I have had many bad experiences with spiders, especially night terrors, I can't handle anything related to spiders

Pediophobia-any doll except reborn dolls or barbie dolls freak me out, I can't really explain it, they just do

Lepidopterophobia-fear of butterflies or moths, I have a bad fear of butterflies, when I was younger I saw that one spongebob episode

emetophobia-fear of vomiting, I hate the feeling of being nauseas and vomiting, that grew into a really bad fear of mine

Diagnosis

Type one diabetes-for those who don't know, type one diabetes is a chronic condition where the pancreas produces little to know insulin, I was diagnosed when I was 2 years old.

Ptsd- ptsd or post traumatic stress disorder is a disorder where the person has trouble with recovering from witnessing or experiencing a terrifying event. There are Triggers that can bring back the memory along with intense physical or emotional reactions

Anxiety- anxiety is a disorder that causes intense, excessive and persistent worry or fear about everyday situations.

ADHD- ADHD or attention deficit/hyperactive disorder is a chronic condition including attention difficulty, hyperactivity, and impulsiveness

ARFID- ARFID or avoidant restrictive food intake disorder is an eating disorder where people have picky eating habits and little interest in eating food, they eat a limited variety of preferred foods.

|mutuals|

If we're mutuals feel free to dm me! I'm always happy to talk to new people. If I don't reply right away I'm probably doing school or asleep

(if you want me to take you're name off my list or the @ then you can tell me!)

closer friends;

@fluffallamaful

@shroomies-world

@tiki-kiwiies

talk to a decent amount, would say we're good friends;

@slimeylee

@shroomies-world

dont often talk to but we (for some people; would probably) get along;

Internet family:

@the-gingerbread-lee (big sister)

|face|

I don't plan on posting my face on Tumblr at all, but if youre close enough to me I'll probably send pics of myself to you

|other boundaries|

I'm fine with terms like kiddo, handsome, and pretty. I'm also fine with shitass in a joking way.

If we're friends you can call me kiddo and if we're really really close you can call me baby, babe or darling in a platonic way.

Some nickanmes that bring back happy memories are Little one, young warrior and bear cub.

My favorite Nickname is Sleepy bear

|Extra|

I struggle with SH and sometimes to avoid relapsing I'll sleep, so if I don't respond for a while it's probably cause of that and not something you did. I also take mental health breaks from time to time, and some of them include just not talking to anyone at all

[steviesbicrisis]

They meet at the age of 8 and 6 years old, way before they'll be known as the Freak and the King. Steve is playing with his favorite toys in the playground when two older boys start tormenting him. Eddie steps in and scares them away. After that, Steve becomes Eddie's shadow, following him everywhere and copying everything he does.

They grow up having different interests because of their dads: Steve gets into sports to please his dad, Eddie gets into metal and D&D to piss his dad off. Despite the differences, they remain the best of friends.

Eddie comes out to Steve at the age of 15. Surprisingly, Steve is extremely supportive and happy about it, Eddie feels very lucky.

They're 16 and 14 years old when Steve gets to high school. In time record, he joins the basketball team and hangs out with the popular kids, but talking to Eddie in between periods doesn't do any good to his reputation.

«You have to stop talking to me at school, I don't want people to mess with you just because we are friends,» Eddie tells him one day after school. Steve is outraged and tries to protest but Eddie stops him «it's not a big deal, we'll still hang out after school! You know it's my job to protect you, you're like my little brother.»

Steve doesn't fight it anymore after that, but he looks crushed. For a week, they barely talk even outside of school and Eddie is terrified he did something wrong. But then, Steve asks him to hang out and things go back to normal.

Their first big fight isn't until two years later, a few days before Eddie's 18th birthday. Steve is one of the most popular guys in school, he acts like a douche and has rows of girls drooling over him. Eddie isn't a big fan of this change but, as long as he doesn't act the same around him, he doesn't mind.

Eddie is giddy because Rick has given him a fake ID as an early present and he can go to a gay club he had been talking about to Steve and get wasted for his birthday.

Steve, however, doesn't look happy at all «you're going to a gay club?»

Eddie mistakes it for disgust and accuses him «do you have a problem with me going to a gay club?»

A fight ensures. Steve is outraged Eddie would even suggest that, Eddie calls him out for his behavior at school. Steve leaves Eddie’s house and they don’t speak to each other for a week.

Eddie goes to the gay club but he doesn’t enjoy it, always imagining how it could’ve been if Steve was there with him. He goes straight to Steve's house after and they make up, both apologizing for what they said.

Steve gets his first official girlfriend at 17. Nancy wheeler is a nice girl, she's smart and pretty, she has done nothing but make Steve happy, but Eddie hates her. He doesn't even know why, he feels like a terrible friend, but every time he sees Steve hugging her, twirling her around, kissing her, he has to look away and swallow a painful sensation in his chest.

When they break up, he feels bad about how relieved he is, especially since Steve looks devastated.

«It's okay, I was a terrible boyfriend, got with her for all the wrong reasons» Steve smiles at him sadly, and Eddie doesn't understand.

The break-up brings major changes in Steve's life: he drops all of his asshole friends, he surprisingly keeps in touch with Nancy and becomes best buddies with Robin Buckley from band.

The major change, although, has to be in Steve's behavior towards Eddie: being the youngest, he had always been the one to follow, but now he tries to take the lead, puts a lot of effort into planning their hangouts, pays even more attention than usual to what Eddie wants, and Eddie can't help but compare it with the way he had seen him act around Wheeler (he scratches the thought immediately, calling himself weird for even making the comparison).

It's almost Steve's 18th birthday when their friendship faces another critical point.

They're talking about Steve's birthday party when the topic of dates comes up, with Eddie asking if Robin will be Steve's date.

«How come you never talk about your dating life?» Steve seems nervous as he asks the question. Eddie laughs, because dating isn't an easy thing when you're gay and you live in Hawkins, but Steve insists on the topic, pressing on knowing if Eddie has had some crushes at least.

«I mean, there are guys who I find attractive? sure. But crushes? nah man, never had one of those» Eddie realizes at that point how odd that is, being almost twenty and not being interested in anyone like that.

Then he looks at Steve and for a split second, he sees it: the same crushed expression Steve had when he called him little brother and told him not to talk to him at school, or when they fought about Eddie's birthday, or when he had talked about his break up.

Eddie feels like he's done something terribly wrong but can't pinpoint what that is.

This time, there is no fight between them but, for the next few weeks, Steve avoids him. Eddie notices a pattern in their friendship: he says something he doesn’t know it’s wrong, Steve is crushed and takes a few days of break from him, then acts like nothing happened.

Eddie hates it.

It's the Friday before Steve's birthday that Robin Buckley comes marching in his Hellfire session. She drags him out of his trailer and gives him a piece of her mind.

«Steve went to a gay club tonight. I wouldn't tell you this, but he basically wants to hook up with the first guy he sees and that is super dangerous and I'm worried about him! plus, this is all your fault.»

Eddie can only utter a "what??" before Robin floods him with a stream of words "you rejected him twice", "he just wants to get over you", "like he hadn't tried already with Wheeler" and "you owe him that".

The whole ride to the club, Eddie's mind is full of Steve: Steve who looks excited when he comes out, Steve who's sad about being called "little brother", Steve saying "I got with her for the wrong reasons", Steve constantly making plans for their hangouts -or dates, maybe?-, Steve, Steve, Steve...

Finally, everything in Eddie's mind makes sense, his desire to protect Steve, his hatred for Wheeler, him thinking he never had a crush when he actually had one, for several years now.

He finds Steve outside of the club, leaning against the wall, a guy way too close to his personal space. Eddie's ready to pull him away when Steve shoves the guy and tells him to piss off. That's when he notices Eddie.

«What are you doing here?» he glances briefly at the door, looking distressed «are you here for-»

Eddie doesn't let him finish «I came here for you. Robin told me... well, she told me a lot of things.»

Steve makes a strangled noise and runs his hand through his hair, nervously «Fucking Buckley- shit... fuck» he's avoiding looking at Eddie.

Steve looks ready to run inside, so Eddie grabs him by his elbow «Can we talk?»

«No.»

«Steve-»

Steve frees himself from his grip «I said no, Eddie! I don't wanna listen to you rejecting me basically for the third time I'm my life! I get it, I'm like your little brother, you must think it's so pathetic that I've been going after you all this time but trust me it's embarrassing enou-» he can't keep talking because Eddie is kissing him.

Steve melts into the kiss but then he comes to his senses and gently pushes Eddie back. He needs answers.

Eddie doesn't give him the time to ask anything «I hated Nancy Wheeler.»

«What? what's wrong with Nancy?»

«Nothing's wrong with Nancy. That's why I was so confused, but I hated watching you two being together and I didn't know why! Steve, I've been so stupid and I'm sorry but there's a reason why I want to protect you and look after you, why I hated Nancy and every other girl who you had a date with, and why I thought I never had a crush on anyone before. It's because... I've been in love with you for so long I didn't even notice.»

Finally, Steve is looking straight at him, eyes watery «Is this some sick joke?»

Eddie takes his face between his hands, tenderly «I promise you it's not. I'm sorry, and I love you. I'll tell you a thousand times more, until you believe me, until I make it up to you.»

«Oh, it will take more than a thousand fucking times» Steve is grinning as he says it.

Eddie doesn't recall seeing Steve smile like that before and fuck, I love him so much.

It takes some time, Steve has trouble believing him, but Eddie doesn't blame him. Steve waited five years for him to sort his shit out, Eddie can wait a bit more.

[sarcasticgaypotato]

Happy Birthday Portal!

GLaDOS liked to think that she was not a sentimental creature. Trinkets meant nothing to her, photographs were meaningless, and her vast capability for knowledge and memories meant she scarcely lingered the past.  She had science to be doing, she ought not to be wasting precious time on trivial matters. However, being a supercomputer did mean she was impeccable with dates. She could track historical events down to the exact date and time that they happened, stretching years and years back.   This was normally a feature of her mind not often used, but it came in handy when the cameras on the outside of the shed picked up movement for the first time in many, many years. October 9th. GLaDOS checked the camera feed, expecting to see nothing but the wheat field, and the same deserted companion cube, slowly rusting away against the sands of time. Today was different though, as GLaDOS saw something she didn’t think she ever would again. The form of a human, with long brown hair hastily tied into a ponytail, and suntouched skin. Covered in a slightly ragged and faded, yet still distinctly orange jumpsuit, was Chell. The years had changed her, no doubt. Unlike GLaDOS, she was subject to change. Her face was slightly older, with creases where her brows had furrowed, and an almost wise looking expression in her eyes. The look of someone who had experienced much in their time apart. At least, for a human.  The surface seemed to treat her well, as evident by the fact that she wasn’t dead, and somehow had found enough food to satisfy her insatiable appetite. GLaDOS stared in mild awe at the former test subject, unsure what to expect from her. Why had she come back after all this time? Chell sat down on the companion cube, running her hands along the metal where the heart used to be, the paint having long since faded away.  She made a motion like a heaving sigh, before slowly raising her gaze towards the hidden camera that GLaDOS was watching her through.  How the human had such an ability to notice these things- or why she was often so intent on destroying them- GLaDOS could not say.  But she felt a stab of emotion in her chest as it seemed like those silver eyes were staring directly at her, somehow making eye contact despite the camera optic acting as a buffer between them. GLaDOS wondered if she should say something, but quickly remembered that she had no form of speaker on the outside of the shed, and thus her words would go unheard.  She suddenly felt just as mute as the lunatic outside her door, forced to simply wait and see what it was that Chell wanted. Chell waited for a moment, holding her gaze as if wanting to make sure that GLaDOS paid attention to her and wouldn’t lose interest, before reaching into one of the pockets of the jumpsuit, and pulling out a slightly yellowing, dirty piece of paper. On it, written somewhat crudely by hand, was a message. ‘Happy 10 year anniversary GLaDOS’ GLaDOS was taken aback, but it only took a quick check of her systems to understand what Chell meant.  Ten years since they had properly met. Ten years since testing, attempted murder, and successful murder.  Had Chell really been keeping track? That earned a small chuckle from GLaDOS, despite the fact that it went unheard. Ten years indeed. A part of her was surprised either of them lived long enough to see it, but the other part of her was strangely satisfied to know that her ex-test subject cared enough to keep track, and to at least stop by. Chell never came into the facility, even when GLaDOS silently opened the shed door, keeping it as an option all throughout the day and into the night.  The human simply shook her head and gave a small smile. She stayed up late into the night, watching the sky and the clouds, or listening to the sound of the wind rustling the wheatfield.  And, when midnight hit, she stood up from her perch on the companion cube, and gave one last wave at the camera before turning her back on the facility once more. GLaDOS didn’t slam the door behind her this time, closing it quietly, but leaving it unlocked. Just in case.

[messervixen]

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚂𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

Marlene: Mouth, boob, same thing.

Sirius: I wanna be a shrimp.

Evan: You scared the living crouton out of me!

Regulus: Somebody just fuck me into sleep.

James: Please spank me with a paddle.

Marlene: Literally until now I thought a jester was a fancy stripper.

Pandora: Time is like a fruit loop. It’s non-linear and it doesn’t taste as good as you would except.

Sirius: It escalated from a knife to a staircase very quickly.

Alice: Do you mind if your socks are aged differently?

Regulus: Unlike Loki, I do like hurting people.

Dorcas: I don’t want a chunky bubble blanket.

James: Oh, I got eaten by a bathtub.

Sirius (talking about Remus): I’m gonna play with this old man.

Lily: I want my tits to be feather dusted.

Barty: I wanna be fucked by a feather duster.

Regulus: I want someone to choke me while kissing me.

Alice: I love Honey Nut Cheerios. It gets the tough stains out.

Barty: If I was a stripper my name would be Roxanne.

Regulus to Sirius: You’re so desperate for human contact, you would cuddle a cactus.

Remus: I give you permission to kill Sirius. Or me actually, I don’t really care.

Mary: Don’t let it marinate in your bra.

Marlene: My mouth is too cold for bare naked ladies.

Regulus: You have pretty eyes. Can I stab it?

Alice: I like killing the beans.

Sirius: Speaking of Almond milk, are you gay?

Regulus: I need water, I’m drowning.

Peter: Where’s the teacher? I need to wash my eyeball.

Mary: Your eyes are really pretty. They’re like, sparkling with tears in them.

Marlene: I hate fucking balls.

Remus: You’re breeding violence?

Sirius: Wow. Gay milfs.

Evan: I don’t want to die… well actually… wait, never mind.

Pandora: Nice people deserve nice bodies.

Dorcas: Weird question, are you gay?

Regulus: Yes.

Marlene: Cool, we’ll take all the girls you don’t use.

Lily: I don’t want the fish to choke so I’m feeding them grapes.

Sirius: Someone drew a penis on a sponge. So unoriginal.

Peter: I think my cat is a pterodactyl.

Sirius: Guys, my elbow pit is sweating!

Frank: Be gay on your own time.

James: Sirius is freaking out, help!

Remus: It’s because of me isn’t it?

Sirius: What’s the key to happiness?

Regulus: Ignorance.

Regulus: I’m gonna apologize for existing. That should cover all the bases.

Lily: I have to go hurt my sister.

Remus: My children are all guinea pigs and I’m still a shit parent.

Barty: My grandma’s not dying, she just had a birthday.

Evan: Yeah and it’s probably her last.

Marlene: A nose just hit my face.

Sirius: A baby would look good in a thong.

Lily: I can’t finger any more women because my finger’s broken.

Dorcas: No old men are invited.

Alice: Can I peel your skin off?

Regulus: I like making people think they have a chance at winning and then crushing all their dreams.

Barty: Being hot gives me motivation to clean my room.

Peter: I need a tracking app for my tracking app.

Pandora: Dying is fun if you’re scared!

Lily: I inhaled flowers.

James: Are you a beaver cause damn.

Marlene: Math was so much easier before they added numbers.

Alice: Noises of death.

Evan: That’s your leg? I thought it was a demon.

Lily: Sometimes I feel like killing people and then I remember that murder is illegal.

Remus: Flirting is just creative complimenting.

[peppermint2d]

Gorillaz Birthday Headcanons!

There's no real order to this, so enjoy

Everyone

would have some birthdays at an arcade

Ace would get so mad when 2D would beat his high score

him and 2D battle over Dance Dance Revolution

they both suck though

Noodle would beat them both without even trying, even blindfolded (in a bet that Ace lost £10 over)

at the end of the arcade day, they would put all of their tickets together and get the best prize for whoever's birthday it is

one time 2D bought a bunch of spider rings and refused to take them off until they started to cut off his blood circulation

he would leave the rest of them around Kong for Murdoc to find and freak him out since he thought they were real every time

2D would pay for it later though

Murdoc

always uses trick candles

cannot bake a cake for the life of him

always uses alcohol instead of milk, which may explain it

tried popping out of a cake once

he got stuck and needed Russel to pull him and his tiger thong out

he still managed to get laid that night

when Noodle is old enough, he takes all of them to a strip club for his birthday

Noodle has her gay awakening there

in the end, everyone is so drunk that they can barely walk home

Murdoc is passed out and Russel has to carry him over his shoulder

just gives a card

2D

can never put the right amount of candles on the cake

is the best party host, he is super attentive to his guests

loves small daytime gatherings

his picnics and tea parties are well known

but Russel makes all of the sandwiches and cakes, since, well, 2D isn't the best cook

in exchange, Russel joins the party for some of 2D's famous peppermint tea

always sings the "happy birthday" in his normal speaking voice

cries when he gets heartfelt birthday cards

actually wears the party hat all-day

gives the best presents

Noodle

the person who pushes someone's face into the cake

the someone is 2D

stays up the night before to decorate

throws the best parties

always manages to surprise the rest of the band on their birthdays

says happy birthday at exactly 12 am

will absolutely flood your notifications

two words: air horns

when it's her birthday, the guys try to do it for her, but it's always out of sync and never has the Noodle energy™

she loves it though, it makes her feel like the glue for the rest of the band

the funniest gag gifts

Russel

gives birthday cards that play music

bakes the. perfect. cake.

wraps the presents since he is the only one who can

is the designated driver

hates his own birthday, but will go all out for the others

the band still celebrates his though with a little cake and light decorations

they drop by his room randomly to give him presents

he is grumpy all day, but still appreciates that his bandmates care so much

and if he cries a little when he is sung happy birthday, no one mentions is

the most practical gifts

Ace

can never spell the "happy birthday" frosting right

hosts a casino night

would cheat at all of the games, and everyone would know, but let it slide for the birthday boy

he would teach everyone how to become good at poker

but they play with real money and even beginners have to pay up

generally buys a Groupon or tickets for you two to do something together

[garrothromeave]

mcd garroth + laurance headcanons for the sake of me posting something while working on my long-ass post, also happy birthday blaze ily, 

garroth - total momma’s boy. seems obvious, but it’s true -- back in o’khasis, he was practically glued to the side of zianna. whenever she had to leave for a few days when he was younger, he’d cry if he couldn’t go with her. when he left for the guard academy, he wrote to zianna on a daily basis. to put it simply, he had separation anxiety. the hardest thing about faking his death was not being able to see or talk to his mother. - incredible piano player. his father made him take lessons when he was younger for quite a few years, but he was naturally very good at it. he never mentions this skill to anyone. while they were at malachi’s castle and were looking for materials before they left, garroth stumbled upon an old piano and played something. he got really into it, and laurance ended up stumbling on him playing. he made laurance swear to never tell anyone about it. - when garroth was around eight or nine, his stutter was so bad that garte didn’t let him speak in public or around any people other than the family out of shame. vylad and zianna used to help garroth with his stutter.

- garroth is very sensitive to the saying “oh my irene.” growing up in the ro’meave house, it was taboo to use irene’s name in vein. or anywhere in o’khasis, really. nowadays he’s still very caustious whenever he says it, because he thinks that someone is going to yell at him. - horrified of getting hurt. back during the days of training in the guard academy, while he was very good with technique and fighting itself, he had a very bad flinching problem. overall, for the longest time, wounds and pain made garroth very uncomfortable. because of this fear of getting hurt, he has a bit of a stubble because of the one time he hurt himself while shaving.   - 6′4, because 6′11 is unbelievably tall and i honestly don’t even think that it’s canon? s’yeah. he seems 6′4 to me.

- garroth often sees new things and (internally) has this very child-like wonder response. he was sheltered for the entirety of his childhood and teenagehood. and after the guard academy, he stayed put in the same village for 5 years -- so he hasn’t experienced very much. he often wants to ask dozens of questions, but because of his shyness, he tends to just observe anything new very closely. which leads me to my next headcanon,

- because of o’khasis’ intolerance to many things, he was not very commonly exposed to magick’s users. the first magicks user that he directly met would be zoey, and he was very nervous when talking to her the first time he met her. when garroth gets to know her more, she catches on that he’s curious about a lot of things, and offers to tell him about things. he declines, and he regrets that decision to this day.

- as stated before, o’khasis isn’t very tolerable of things, which caused garroth to develop incredibly bad internalized homophobia. when aphmau comes along, he gets a very strong desire to protect her (little do we know, this strong desire comes from his connection with esmund) and confuses it for/tries to convince himself that it’s romantic love. it is in fact love, just platonic. so basically, this man’s gay as hell.

- garroth has more freckles than any other ro’meave family member. he’s mildly insecure about his freckles, seeing them as a ‘childish’ trait, which is why he wasn’t very bothered with the idea of hiding his face with his helmet. 

- his hair is super curly. it used to be more tame, but as he got older, it got more curly. it’s usually a mess because he doesn’t know how to take care of it, but it somehow looks hot as hell. (no homo ofc.)

- garroth is allergic to blueberries. 

- raven was garroth’s first genuine connection since he left o’khasis. zenix was his second. he loves raven a lot, and hates that he can’t see him as often as he’d like to.

- garroth is a total cat person. don’t get me wrong, he loves dogs, but if he were to choose between having one or the other, he’d choose to have a cat. he had a pet cat when he was little that he still thinks about a lot. (probably named sprinkles, just for the hell of it.)

- because of how he grew up, garroth’s actually a very picky eater. while he’d never admit it to himself or anyone else, he misses the more “rich-people” food he was spoiled with. 

- garroth isn’t actually that stupid, when he first arrived at pheonix drop, he had a name in mind that he wanted to go by (to better hide his identity). however, when his name was asked by someone, he panicked and “garroth” accidently slipped. he beat himself up for the longest time after that. the only reason he finally let go is because no one had ever pointed out how/seemed suspicious he had the same name as the deceased first-born son of o’khasis.

laurance - his hair grows decently quick, so even after cadenza cut it for him, it only took about 4 months for it to grow back just past his shoulders. he prefers it having some length to it anyways, and usually ties is back into a ponytail. after the irene dimension, he would let nekoette braid his hair. - has a very lanky body type. naturally has long limbs, and would often get called a ‘stick’ when he was younger. he’s about 5′11. but don’t confuse his thinner stature for weakness, he matches garroth’s strength easily.

- bi icon. fuck that “you were my first kiss” bullshit he gives aphmau, the list exists and while it’s stupid and weird, according to it, garroth was his first kiss. which is fuckin funny as hell if you think about it.

- laurance is very good with animals. more so rodents and smaller creatures, like squirrels, birds, rabbits, etc. cadenza was convinced that laurance could talk to animals for the longest time. he even had this little mouse that would pop in his house. however, on the contrary, larger animals -- not so much. he’s shit with horses and cows, especially. 

- incredible singer. has serenaded aphmau on multiple occasions, and has even gotten her to sing along with him from time to time. he sang for malachi to help him fall asleep every night since the day they met him. this caused him to start singing for levin at night as well. when laurance saw malachi again after the 15 year jump, within the first few days of his return, malachi asked for laurance to sing for him again just like he used to. which brings me to my next headacanon,

- laurance saw malachi as his own child, and treated him as such. they were very close, and malachi was the most heartbroken over laurance’s disappearance since he saw him very much as a father. it wasn’t that laurance favored malachi over levin that created this bond, it was the fact that laurance first-hand saw a child in need of a home and someone to love him, and it reminded him of when he was small. 

- he’s a sucker for bets. gambles, wages, anything like that. while he’s not directly a gambler, if someone offers he’s sure to accept. he’s a risk-taker, and ends up getting really into it. this also branches into his competitive behavior. he’ll be really upset and possibly a bit petty if he loses. why else do you think he still hadn’t given castor the 5 dollars he owes him?

- slingshot master. you give this motherfucker a slingshot he can kill someone with his impeccable aim. he’s also very good with a bow and arrow or any sort of projectile, but he’s the best with a slingshot. when he was younger, he hand-made slingshots from materials that he’d find around the forest.

- speaking of the forest, laurance is a very nature-loving soul. when he moved to meteli when he was adopted, he’d often go and explore the forests nearby. he and cadenza would use their imaginations and play all sorts of games. laurance and her especially loved to climb trees, and would jump from branch to branch. this helped laurance become very flexible. this is also how he met sasha, she was sitting in his favorite tree one day and they just hit it off from there.

- after he was rescued from the nether, laurance frequently had nightmares that would lead into sleep paralysis episodes. the first time it happened garroth had been looking over him (since this was around the time when laurance first got back and garroth had allowed aphmau to go do her lord tasks while he watched over him) and when he had the ability to move and speak again, he started freaking out. garroth had to calm him down and assure laurance that he’d talk to zoey about what happened. garroth and zoey are the only ones that know of laurance’s sleep paralysis, mainly because he didn’t want to worry aphmau or anyone else. zoey often gave him ways to cope with it. it didn’t happen every night, but it did occur at least 5-6 times a month. his sleep paralysis stopped the moment he entered the nether for the second time. 

- the first time laurance heard he’d made the list for the jury of nine, he felt honoured. when he was oblivious to how corrupt it was, he saw it as a huge opportunity. after learning about it’s true nature, he was still glad that he’d made the list -- because him being on the list prevented another person from risking being on the list and being chosen to be apart of the jury.

- yes, laurance can cook very will in this universe as well. it’s not that he was taught, it’s more that he can look at ingredients and just throw them together to make great combinations. zoey also taught him a few things.

- laurance does not know his real birthday. malachi does not remember his. since cadenza had “given” laurance a birthday, he offered to let malachi share his unofficial birthday with him. malachi accepted. 

garroth + laurance

- laurance began referring to garroth as “pretty boy” after seeing his face. he continued to call him that for the first month of their friendship. garroth hated it, and that’s the only reason laurance eventually stopped.

- laurance and garroth are both very good story tellers, but after one incident where garroth was telling levin and malachi a story, he started stumbling a bit over his words and couldn’t articulate correctly, so laurance picked it up and continued it. from there, they took turns with the story and occasionally interrupted one another to add a detail or plot point, and after that, malachi refused to listen to garroth or laurance separately when telling stories, because their collective minds came up with the most fascinating shit.

- garroth isn’t the best at coming up with insults because he’s simply too nice, but laurance loves to make fun of garroth (in good fun, of course). however, there is one thing that garroth could hold over laurance; and that was their height difference. whenever laurance would mess with him, garroth would just bring up height to piss laurance off. 

- when laurance regained his sight, him and garroth sparred very often. that’s when garroth realized how much strength laurance actually had, since he’d originally underestimated him. laurance, in all honesty, was equally surprised. their spars were pretty evenly matched.

- while these two are best friends, the amount of arguments they’ve had is insane. most of them were light-hearted and were more so disagreements, but sometimes things escalated and would result in yelling. that’s because laurance always took it a step too far. that, or garroth would try to disregard what they were talking about, which only made laurance more heated. but they’re both incredibly quick to forgive each other. once they had a really bad argument and didn’t talk for an entire hour afterwards, but once they saw each other again it was like they’d never fought. 

- since garroth grew up with everything and laurance often had to hunt and shit, garroth wasn’t amazing at it. laurance found out, originally teased garroth, but gave him tips and took him out and taught him how to hunt. garroth’s still shit at it when he does it alone, but when he does it with laurance he’s pretty decent. 

- garroth doesn’t drink. laurance does. laurance once tried to convince garroth to drink, but he refused -- which laurance respected, but garroth had to deal with drunk laurance for the rest of the night at the guard station. he learned things that he really wish he hadn’t that night. 

---

i had more for garroth and laurance’s relationship, but uh, i don’t really have time to write them down, so take these for now! i hope y’all enjoy them as much as i did writing them :]

[lyssismagical]

so small and so quiet

criminal minds

tw: homophobia, internalized homophobia 

*

Spencer Reid first realized he was gay when he was eight years old.

He didn’t think much of it, it was just another label to add to the plethora he already knew of himself – genius, nerd, schizo, weirdo, Einstein, freak, loser, every other insult the other kids at school would throw his way. Gay was just another word, whether it was directed as an insult or as something truthful. It didn’t really matter.

He was eight when he was forced into watching the school’s water polo game instead of sneaking off to the library. He was eight when fourteen-year-old Bradley Walters emerges from the water, dripping and shaking his hair out, grinning so bright Spencer thinks his cheeks might crack open. He was eight when he realized his attraction towards a man. Of course, Bradley never even looked at him, and he didn’t mind. He didn’t like Bradley. Bradley who pushed him into lockers and laughed when he held Spencer’s books way above his head. Bradley who called him a fag and introduced him to the darker side of being gay.

 He was ten when his father slung the same insults at him that his bullies did.

“You can’t possibly expect me to stick around when you’re too weak to leave your bed and my only child is gay.”

He was ten when his father walked out the door and never returned.

 He was twelve when he told his mother.

He was good at staying in the closet, it’s not like he had any friends. He couldn’t date because everyone he knew was years older than him and hated him. Most people called him gay without realizing the truth to their attempts at knocking him down.

His mother sat him down one day, more lucid than she’s been in a long time, and told him a story about how she met his father and their love. She asked if anybody made him feel like that. He laughed and told her that he didn’t even have any acquaintances let alone anyone to consider for a date. He was about to leave for college, anyway. He admitted, in a quiet voice, that the only crush he’d ever had was on the knights of the roundtable.

His mother had laughed. “Which knight?”

“King Arthur, duh,” he said, laughing. And then he went quiet, shy, and his voice was barely a whisper when he said, “Mom, I think I’m gay.”

“I know, honey.”

“How?”

“A mother always knows.”

 He was twenty-three when he finally found people that he trusted enough to be himself around. They might still mock his ramblings, tell him to stop when his nervous habits get to be too much for them. They might tell him to shut up, sideline him, and make him feel just a little bit like an outsider. But they’re family.

“I’m gay,” he told Gideon with no preamble, standing in the door to his office.

Gideon squinted up at him, pushing his glasses up his nose. “You know I don’t care, Spencer, but I think it would be better if you were to keep that a secret for the time being. It would be better for the team, for the press, for the bureau, if we didn’t have ties to people like you.”

“People like me,” Spencer echoed. “Yeah, for sure.”

And Gideon had gone back to looking at his reports.

 At twenty-four, he’s kidnapped.

 At twenty-five, Gideon left him.

The closet had never felt so safe.

 He’s twenty-seven when he’s trapped in a church with Emily, no way to escape hearing about the sins he’s committed simply by being who he is. He’s not called out personally, but when he throws up behind the SUV when they make it out, Emily must have an inkling why. Though she doesn’t say a word to him or anybody else.

He’s twenty-seven when he has to face his father again who takes one look at the way he’s dressed, the way he’s grown up, the way he carries himself, that he’s still the same gay kid he always was. He throws the word around casually, picking at Spencer’s sweater vest and muttering it under his breath.

He’s twenty-seven when his best friend, the first friend he’d ever made, is sitting on the other side of a glass door, making promises Spencer isn’t sure he can keep. He’s twenty-seven and scared when he tells Morgan the truth about himself, the one thing that he buries as deep as he can and feels shame for in every waking moment.

“I’m gay, Derek,” he says, refusing to look, using the glass as protection from the possibilities of violence that can come with this confession. He doesn’t think he’ll make it past the glass alive anyway.

“Okay, Pretty Boy,” Derek says like it’s the easiest thing on the planet.

“Did you not hear me? I’m gay.” And he says it like it’s been said to him. An insult, something to be ashamed of, something he should hide away forever, something he’ll be hated for.

But Derek doesn’t falter, he never has in his unwavering loyalty. “I know, Spencer. I heard you. And it’s okay.”

It’s okay.

When he wakes up in the hospital room, he begs Derek not to tell a soul.

(He’s thirty-four when Derek leaves him too.)

 He’s twenty-eight when he confides in Emily.

“I’m gay.”

“I’m bi, Spencer.”

And he feels more comfortable in his skin than he ever has before. He feels like it’s okay to be who he is for the first time in his life.

And he’s twenty-nine when he loses Emily too. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have told her.

 He’s thirty when he tells the team.

When he stands in front the people he calls family and admits to the truth he hates most about himself. They threw him a birthday party. The least he can do is tell them who he is.

“I’m gay.”

And nobody seems to blink an eye.

Garcia hugs him so tight he thinks his ribs might break and JJ presses a kiss to his forehead. Rossi and Hotch give him proud fatherly nods.

He’s thirty-five when Hotch leaves.

 However, he’s thirty-five when he meets Luke.

He introduces himself in the way he always wished he had. “Hello, I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, I’m gay and I’ve been with the BAU for eight years.”

And Luke smiles, doesn’t try to shake his hand, and introduces himself as, “I’m Luke Alves, I’m bi, and this is my second week.”

He’s thirty-five when he doesn’t feel like his skin is crawling.

 He’s thirty-five when he goes to prison. He’s thirty-five when he gets out. He’s thirty-five when he lets everyone in, lets them understand him, lets them be his friends with no walls, no boundaries, no secrets.

 He’s thirty-six when he gets into his first long-term relationship with another guy. A wonderful guy who loves him more than anything.

 He’s thirty-seven when he moves in with his boyfriend, when he finally has the guts to say I Love You without wanting to throw up, when he doesn’t hate himself when he looks in the mirror, when admitting to himself that he’s gay doesn’t make his lungs cave in, when gay isn’t an insult nor does it define him, it just is.

He’s thirty-seven when he feels happy.

[autisticgaycastiel]

Pride Month Destiel Fic Recs 🌈✨💖🏳️‍🌈

hi hellers! so since it’s pride month and I’ve spent the last 7 months reading a truly RIDICULOUS amount of fanfic, I thought i’d compile a mini rec list of fics that centre around LGBTQ+ themes - enjoy! feel free to reply with your thoughts on the fics or other recs :)

Mi Casa es tu Casa by MalMuses

(au, word count: 29k, rating: E)

An AU with a two-person love triangle where Castiel works in an office by day and helps his brother to open an LGBT-friendly bar by night, and Dean is struggling with his sexuality while working a dead-end job. Things get interesting when Castiel begins to receive phone calls from a cautious-but-charming mystery man 'Armando', but Cas becomes torn when a sexy new maintenance man starts working in his building...

i’m a sucker for a two-person love triangle and this fic is a great slow burn - i also really enjoyed the exploration of Dean’s sexuality, and the scenes where Dean is called to Cas’ office are very funny!

Sam Winchester, Ally At Law by amidsizedfrog

(canon, word count: 3k, rating: T)

Sam is an overly supportive straight ally and Dean is a homophobic gay person. Coming out was never going to go smoothly.

This is the first fic in an excellent series of canonverse fics about Dean coming out to different family members and i would DEFINITELY recommend reading them all - this particular fic is very light-hearted and hilariously accurate in that Sam, Dean and Cas are all terrible people who have trouble communicating - a quick but worthwhile read!

Go Down With This Ship by PorcupineGirl

(au, word count: 31k, rating: E)

Since he has to stay deep in the closet to protect his job as a children’s librarian in conservative Wichita, Kansas, Dean’s main outlet for sexual frustration is writing and reading slash fiction for his favorite show, Devil Boys. When he starts corresponding with AngelofThursday, another male slash writer in his ship, he really is just looking for friendship… but when it seems like more might be on the table, he’s not going to turn it down. If only he didn’t also have a crush on Cas, the hot volunteer at his library branch…

I told you, I’m a sucker for a two-person love triangle! This is such a unique AU concept and I was apprehensive about it at first but SO pleasantly surprised - although it’s a bit more angsty, the setting is perfect for a very interesting exploration of both Cas and Dean’s sexualities!

oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by @sobsicles

(post-canon, word count: 62k, rating: E)

Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.

Or: Dean and Cas work through their shit in Heaven post-15x20 and adjust to eternity together

I couldn’t make this list and not include one of my all-time favourite destiel fics. This fic has LITERALLY everything you could possibly ask for, including excellent writing and characterisation, Dean working through his repression and coming out, a truly hilarious scene when Dean first arrives at Cas’ house, some cracking Sam moments, literally all of their found family, Cas nearly killing John Winchester, and they have a bar!!! *chef’s kiss* a delight!

First Impressions by suckerfordeansfreckles

(au, word count: 7k, rating: T)

When Cas wakes for the first time after his surgery, it takes him a while of uncoordinated blinking and thinking until he realizes where he is, why he’s here. And then the giddiness comes, sudden and overwhelming, when he looks down at his chest and there is none. He's happy, and giddy, and so thankful. And then a nurse wheels in his new roommate, one very obnoxious and flirty Mr. Winchester. Cas just... cannot wait to watch all of this play out.

A really sweet and fluffy fic with trans!Cas, perfect for if you need a bit of cheering up, plus a little cameo by Charlie! Also the first in a series - if you enjoy this one the others are definitely worth checking out.

He Will Be A Friend of Mine by @menschdean

(canon, word count: 900, rating: G)

Supernatural came out in 2005.. Brokeback Mountain came out in 2005 (with its hetbait posters).. Dean loves cowboy movies.. thinking about 26 year-old, mid s1 Dean…. going to the movies...

a ‘missing scene’-style fic that I think about on a fortnightly basis - i did not know it was possible for >1k to absolutely unzip me before i read this fic. Early seasons Dean and Brokeback Mountain are truly an excellent combo

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie

(canon, word count: 5k, rating: T)

In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Short but very sweet, with human!Cas and an oblivious Dean coming to terms with his feelings (and freaking out when Cas tells the waitress they’re dating!)

17th Birthday by @the-wednesday-tales

(canon, word count: 1.1k, rating: T)

Inspired by an excerpt from John Winchester's Journals. Dean celebrates his 17th birthday with his first solo case, and comes to a heartbreaking realization.

Ok so this one is more angsty than the others on the list (this fic broke me and I think about it twice a week) but it’s well worth a read because who doesn’t love reading about teenage Dean grappling with his sexuality?

Married for a Week by JessJesstheBest

(au, word count: 11k, rating: T)

“It wasn’t until he was standing at a fake altar in front of a fake priest clasping hands with Castiel Novak that Dean thought he may have made a terrible mistake.” Or, the one where Dean and Cas get fake married. FOR SCIENCE!

A super fluffy fic where the boys are both vets, Cas is asexual and Dean is aromantic - it’s great to see the love and intimacy develop between them during the course of the fic, with plenty of funny moments too!

A Room Of One's Own by NorthernSparrow

(canon, word count: 94k, rating: E)

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn't understand.

A smutty and hilarious fic chronicling Dean’s realisation of his attraction to Cas and coming to terms with it - an absolute classic by the BRILLIANT NorthernSparrow.

[willexmagic]

i had tons of fun doing the ray adopting luke hcs so here’s ray adopting alex:

alex is kind of nervous to come out as gay to ray (because of past experience) but it turns out he doesn’t have to. either julie or one of the boys already let ray know and when alex approaches him ray just gives him a bear hug and tells him he loves him yes they can touch because i said so

ray also gets him pride stuff! specifically, bass drum head art that’s got the pride flag on it!

speaking of pride, ray is the one who suggests to the boys that they play at pride events as a way for them to get more comfortable with their identities. ray helps them book the gigs and everything and he’s front and center at their first performance

alex decides one day that he wants to dye his hair, so ray helps him. they go shopping together to pick out colors and ray helps apply it and everything

ray gives alex all his old band t-shirts from the days when ray and rose used to hang out at concerts a lot. they all fit alex really well and he’s immediately attached to them. luke tries stealing one and the death glare he gets from alex freaks him out so much that he doesn’t try again

alex likes practicing the drums on his own a lot for peace of mind (luke and reggie can be a handful) and ray comes to sit in the studio and listen while he works on his photography. they don’t say anything to each other because the company is more than enough

during his still-crushing-on-willie phase, alex comes home after hanging out with willie and immediately begins overanalyzing everything and freaking out. ray sits him down and gets him to relax, and this ends with alex laying in ray’s lap telling him about how cute willie is and how he hopes willie likes him back and ray is like ‘my son is oblivious but i love him 🥺’

when willie and alex finally get together ray is their number one supporter!! ray always gives alex dating advice when he needs it and helps him buy a new skateboard for willie’s birthday (alex promises to pay him back by doing chores)

alex and ray attend carlos’ baseball games together, and they love cheering for him from the sidelines. nobody on carlos’ team knows how alex started showing up but they all just accept him as carlos’ big brother

ray helps alex learn about technology and social media. unfortunately this means he knows only the bare minimum and uses slang terms in the most god-awful ways. when julie shows alex a picture on instagram and he says ‘that shit is yeeted’ julie just gets up and walks away without saying anything

ray teaches alex how to drive!! he offered to teach all the boys but luke and reggie were disasters so only alex continued learning. he loves bragging to julie that he learned how to drive before she did but she makes him take her everywhere when her dad is busy so it evens out. we won’t worry about the legality of getting a license it’s fine

the only trouble alex ever got in was the time he tried doing the laundry and mixed up the loads and the whites turned pink. ray is ready to scold him but looks at alex’s sad puppy eyes and can’t bring himself to be mad

the first time alex accidentally calls ray dad is in front of luke, reggie, carlos and julie. luke and reggie immediately start teasing him but stop when they notice ray is crying because he’s so happy!! and all the kids give ray a big hug and call him dad and ray could just die of joy

thank you for coming to my ray molina is best dad ted talk part 2

[notyourdayrdream]

Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Thirteen, Side A: Wry

(read it here on AO3)

A/N: this is the second part to yesterday’s chapter, so it would make more sense if you read that one first!

Blaine was getting the feeling Kurt wouldn’t call.

The hours ticked by; eight, nine, ten, eleven. He did everything to distract himself, from looking through his song journal to facetiming Leslie and wishing her grandmother a happy birthday in person. He showered and was about to tuck his knees under himself and accept his fate when his phone rang. It scared the shit out of him.

He scrambled to find it, of course he left it on the kitchen island. He nearly tripped over his feet, and in the whole spectacle he missed the call.

“Shit.” Blaine dialed back almost immediately, pacing back and forth his apartment as he waited for the line to pick up. “Hey, sorry I missed your call, my phone was…Kurt?”

The other end was muffled on the other end, the sound of moving fabric pressed its way into Blaine’s ear. “Yeah?”

“Are you crying?” Blaine asked, pulling on a pair of dark jeans. He always felt so underdressed around Kurt. He grabbed his keys and slipped out of his apartment.

Kurt sniffed. “Yeah. I’m outside the complex. On the steps.” Blaine nodded to himself and took the stairs two at a time.

He was there when Blaine opened the door, slim body leaning against the rusted railing. Blaine had to admit he looked gorgeous; light skinny jeans and a brown bomber jacket. But he didn’t give himself too long to indulge when Kurt turned around and his eyes were puffy.

“Hey,” he said, eyes a mix of surprise and relief. This was the first time Blaine had ever seen him nervous. “I, um. Hey, Blaine.”

“I’m guessing this meant it went bad?” Blaine asked, mainly to make him smile.

Kurt gave a wry smile, his nose scrunching up. “You could say that.”

“C’mon.” Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt’s and led them down the street. “Let’s go out.” Kurt followed him and they walked in comfortable silence. He wondered if this was what having a boyfriend was like.

It had to be twelve thirty when Blaine opened the creaky doors to a twenty-four hour diner a few blocks away. The linoleum floors were chipped and the neon sign had been broken long before Blaine moved into the neighborhood. It was empty save for an old man, who read a newspaper with a date of 1969.

As he and Kurt slid into opposite ends of a booth with cracked pleather seats, a woman in an off white uniform came up to them with a notepad and pencil.

“Well if it isn’t Blaine Warbler,” she smiled with her eyes instead of her mouth. “And a friend!”

“Hello, Ms. Donna,” Blaine said, blushing from the nickname. “This is Kurt, he’s a friend of mine.” Kurt waved hello and went back to peering at the menu.

“It’s so nice to meet you! You know, Blaine doesn’t ever bring people here with him.”

“Is that so?” Kurt smiles at Donna and then at Blaine, mirth dancing the blue ocean of his eyes.

Blaine blurted, “How’s your granddaughter?” As he moved to kick Kurt under the table. He missed terribly and stubbed his toe on wood.

“She’s just lovely, she misses you.” Donna smiled and placed a hand the color of black coffee atop his. Her touch was warm and papery. “You’ll be back for piano lessons soon, right?”

“Of course! I’m out of school for the summer, so tell Destiny I can’t wait to see her.” He knew the girl had a little crush on him, and he just didn’t have the heart to tell her he liked boys. He thought it was sweet.

She smiled and jerked, as if remembering she was at work. “Now tell me what you two would like,” she said, pulling her short pencil from his wispy gray curls.

They ordered coffee and a water, and Donna winked at Blaine as obviously as possible on her way to the bar. He didn’t know how much more red his face could get.

“She’s nice,” Kurt said, taking his coffee with a ‘thank you’ after Donna placed their drinks on the table. “I didn’t know you played piano.”

Blaine shook two sugar packets, enough to make his drink just sweet enough. Kurt, on the other hand, poured at least for packaged creamers into his, until the drink was the color of caramel. “Yeah, it’s the first instrument I learned to play.” The only one his dad said was acceptable for an Anderson to learn. It was classy and gave you the right kind of character. Blaine still didn’t know if he played it out of spite or not.

Kurt’s eyes went wide. “First? You can play more?”

Blaine went over the list in his head. Once he learned piano and violin, the other ones fell into place. But he didn’t want to brag, so he just said, “Just a few more.” And kept the brag humble.

He tried to move on and get the subject off him.

“So how was your date?”

To his horror, Kurt’s nose scrunched up like he was trying not to cry. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then back down, his eyes glassy when he did. “Could we not talk about that right now?”

Blaine’s eyebrows knitted together. He reached out for Kurt’s hand. “Yeah, of course.” Even if he wanted to know who hurt him so badly, he didn’t want to pry.

Kurt’s lips turned up; a half smile, half gratitude. He blew his nose on a scratchy napkin. After a moment, he smirked and said, “So, I’m the first person you’ve brought here?”

Blaine felt the blood rush to his face. Something about being with Kurt made that happen more frequently. “Shut up,” he said in feigned indignation, more embarrassed than anything. Kurt laughed, deep and unabashed and absolutely gorgeous. Blaine couldn’t help but laugh too.

Blaine also couldn’t help but think of it as a coincidence when the older man slid fifty cents into the crackling jukebox to play “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Frankie Valli, and they way Kurt’s eyes traced the outline of his lips when he thought he wasn’t looking.

The sky was dark blue and stormy by the time they exited the diner. It wasn’t close at all to sunrise, but Blaine liked to imagine the sun peeking out from the horizon.

Kurt tapped his shoulder and handed him an earbud. He looked happier now, his date hopefully forgotten. Blaine popped the earbud in and relaxed his shoulders when the soft melody of a Motown flooded his senses.

“So what’re your plans now that you’ve graduated?” Blaine asked. It was a silly question, sort of like something a parent would ask. But it had occurred to him he didn’t actually know Kurt too well.

Kurt sighed. “I actually don’t know anymore.” He jogged to make the pedestrian cross signal countdown. He grabbed Blaine’s wrist to pull him forward, who was mercilessly dragged behind. Stupid short legs.

He continued once they made it to the other side of the street. He hadn’t let go of Blaine’s wrist, and it occurred to him that he didn’t want him to. “My friend, Rachel, she’s on her Broadway run as Fanny Brice,” he smiled fondly, as if remembering a distant memory. “She’s brilliant. Meanwhile I’m playing Peter Pan and Prince Eric at preschools and nursing homes.”

“I just don’t know if this thing I put my whole life into is something I want anymore.” Blaine had noticed that Kurt had this amazing talent of not sounding bitter or jealous, even when he had every right to be. “Do you ever feel like that?”

He thought about it for a moment while the song ended. “All the time,” Blaine admitted for the first time out loud. “I’m good at singing and acting, I always have been. I was in show choir because it was safe. Now it just feels stagnant.” He had been doing the same thing since high school. Singing, dancing around a stage, being one of the few gay men in his classes able to play ‘manly’ roles. Because he could hide. Blaine was so tired of hiding.

“What if I want to be a teacher, or a doctor or something?” He exclaimed. It was an exaggeration, but still. He wasn’t only a theatre nerd. He didn’t have to only be that.

Kurt laughed. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. A New York Never, but there was nobody on the quiet suburban streets anyway. He turned so they were facing each other, and once again his face was filled with this anxiety Blaine couldn’t pinpoint. “You’re full of surprises, Blaine Warbler.” Blaine met his eyes, and instead of backing away, he stared right back. “You’re a wonder.”

They walked the rest of the way home in silence, hands swinging slightly between them.

“I had a lot of fun,” Kurt said, wrapping his earbud wires around his phone. He and Blaine stood on opposite ends of the door to their complex. “Thanks for getting me out of my funk.”

“It was my pleasure,” Blaine offered lamely. His pleasure? What was he, an eighteenth century gentleman? “I mean, it was no big deal. I’ll see you later, okay?” He held back a yawn and opened the door to the dark foyer.

“Wait!” Kurt cried, a lot too loud for the two of them. He was rocking on his heels. He was nervous?

“I um, liked doing this with you, and I was wondering…God, why is this so hard?” He cut himself off abruptly. It was sort of freaking Blaine out to see him like that, but he was more confused than anything.

“Kurt—”

“Would you like to go out again sometime?” He blurted, eyes screwed shut. “At a place a bit fancier than a diner?”

Oh.

“Yes, Blaine breathed out way too quickly. “I mean, if you’d want to.”

“Really?” Kurt asked, as if there was a possibility he’d say no. His eyes lit up. “That’s cool. I’ll text you or something.” He tried to cover up his excitement by biting his lip, to no avail.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaine nodded until he gave himself whiplash. “Well, goodnight.” He moved to shut the door. Oh the embarrassing celebration dance he was going to do when he got upstairs.

“Blaine?” Kurt called out again, a chuckle at the edge of his words. “Could you hold the door?” He pointed, and of course. Only Blaine would be living in the same complex as his crush.