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hellfireloserclub · 11 months ago

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written for @thefreakandthehair spicy six winter challenge prompt: prompt 40 -If I hear this song one more time, I’m going to jail.-

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Little Drummer Boy

It was something straight out of a shitty Christmas movie.

Eddie wasn’t convinced that some higher being hadn’t sent down the whole damn situation to torture him.

Had he not earned a break from the relentless torture that society insisted on dragging him through on the daily?

Hell, he had died for this godforsaken town and this was his reward?

Steve motherfucking Harrington walking around looking like Mr. December in a charity pin up calendar, right in front of his poor besotted eyes.

He had only taken this job over the holidays to save up enough to actually move out of Wayne's, god knows his uncle deserved to have his own space. Wayne didn't need his deadbeat nephew under foot any longer, but between working on his GED and the few questionable side hustles -aka anyone that would employ a high school dropout who was accused of murder- his options had been few and far between.

Joyce Byers had been left in charge of the Hawkins festive festival, and like the absolute angel she was she had put him to work alongside Robin and Steve as the general dogsbodies. No job too big. No job too small.

However, this almost constant presence of Steve was hard-wiring Eddie's brain to sit constantly at a state of half horny half stupid. Sometimes he couldn't hide the frustrated grunt that shot out of him as he banged his head on the counter. It happened whenever Steve walked past with his stupid ruddy cheeks doing something dashing and noble and endearing himself even more to that really weak part of Eddie's psyche.

So far in the last few days since they had set up, he had been a witness too, in no discernible order a thousand tiny acts of Harrington heroics.

Steve had shimmied up the enormous Christmas tree in the town square to fix one of the blown out lights. The view had been spectacular, his stupid handsome grin shining almost as bright as the plastic angel that was lit up on top of the finest spruce the town had to offer. Various cheesy Christmas hits interwoven with carols filling the air as Steve had meticulously twisted each light one at a time.

Eddie had held the ladder as Robin taunted him relentlessly about his stupid crush under her breath.

“Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A newborn king to see Pa rum pum pum pum”

Eddie loudly sang along to the music coming from the speakers in the town square, hopefully drowning out her words enough that Steve couldn't hear her from his precarious perch. Robin looked too smug in her knowing glances and her eyebrow wiggles.

Eddie almost regretted letting Robin in on his dirty little, very confusing, secret, but it felt right at the time. Even if he couldn't quite get his head around the idea that he might be attracted to another man. He stupidly figured Robin would know where he was coming from, even if it was from the opposite direction, so to speak. Robin hadn’t asked for specifics, but it wasn’t hard to guess who his life-changing revelation was over. It wasn’t as if there were that many people in their immediate friend circle.

But Eddie dared anyone not to fall a little in love with Steve Harrington, Demobat slayer. He was charming to a damn fault, nobody was immune to it, he even had Hopper wrapped around his little finger. And that was all it was, the charm. He wasn’t having very new, very frightening feelings over one of his best friends. The man who had saved him.

Blah blah blah it was like some stupid typical pulp fiction trope, right down to the hairy chested man boobs, torn shirts and epic scars, just make it gayer. Even so… Eddie… he wasn't gay, at least he didn't think he was? Right now staring up at Steve leaning over to flick at a dud bulb his tongue poking out between pink chapped lips, Eddie wasn’t sure how long he could keep telling himself that.

When Steve's feet were firmly back on the ground, he had quizzed them on what was so funny.

Eddie had gone bright red and deflected but Robin had just said something catty about Eddie enjoying the view.

It didn't help his cause when he helped Steve put the damn ladder away, following behind holding the other end of the rungs trying to look anywhere but at the picture perfect view of Steve’s ass in blue jeans.

“A newborn king to see Pa rum pum pum pum” Eddie muttered under his breath, singing along to distract his stupid mind. Steve watched him quizzically as he propped the ladder up against the wall.

“That song gets stuck in your head right?”

“Yeah something like that.” Eddie was glad when the walkie on his belt burst to life asking them to come help set up the candy cane village.

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Steve saving the baby Jesus was unexpected.

An epic hero moment, saving the son of God from the jaws of the stray dog that had kidnapped the thing from the nativity scene outside the church.

Eddie had seen Steve take down three Demodogs with one swing of a bat, however it paled in comparison to watching Steve dive head first into action mode to chase a Jack Russell Terrier into the dumpster behind Maldives. He had returned victorious hoisting the little plastic doll above his head until he passed it on to old Mrs. Stevens to put back in it manger.

Robin was forced to listen to how her ‘nice young man’ had saved the day for the rest of the shift and Eddie had wound her up relentlessly. Sweet revenge for the inner turmoil she had inflicted on him.

“Robie and Stevie sitting in a tree…” Eddie teased as they watched Steve getting force fed sugar cookies from the women of the church guild.

It earned him a punch in the arm so strong it nearly knocked him off the fence where he was sitting. “It's not me who wants to be sitting in a tree-” She was about to go on a rant…

“ Our Finest gifts we bring, ” he jumped down from the fence “ To lay before the king pa rum pa pum pum So to honor him ” Eddie sung as he plucked a hot chocolate from the stand he was supposed to be manning and skipping over to Steve he presented him with his stolen bounty.

“What's this for?” Steve asked, looking down at the festive paper cup.

“You just saved the son of god, my good sir. That deserves the finest vittles.” Eddie joked, bowing low. “Plus, you need more sugar to wash down all that sugar, sugar.”

“That's a lot of sugar.” Steve beamed at him. Cheeks flushing.

“Sugar and spice and all things nice, Stevie.” He knew his own face was reddening, even more so when he realized they had an audience. The ladies of the church guild were watching them both, eyes wide.

“I am a poor boy too. ra pum pa pum pum I have no gift to bring.” Eddie sang slinking over to the woman standing next to Mrs. Wheeler and gently taking the effigy of the baby Jesus and bolting the tiny fence to secure the thing into its manger with a zip tie. Then because ‘tis the season ‘ replacing the swaddling around it with all the care of a new father, tucking in his firstborn.

Rattling out a drumming rhythm on the wood before he straightened up, he gave a rousing chorus of the song that was well and truly stuck in his head.

“And to think we thought you were a serial killer.” Mrs. Causey from the post office offered a sugar cookie like she hadn't just said the most bat shit crazy thing a woman in a knitted two piece wearing a pink bobble hat had ever said.

“I never thought you would have done the things they said you did Edward.” Ms. Roberts said, nudging Mrs. Causey in the side. “I know your dad, Al made some stupid choices, but he’s a big old pussycat. Mad as a box of frogs, but wouldn't hurt a fly. I very much doubt any son of his would do such awful things.“

Mrs. Causey looked like she was about to say more, but Ms. Roberts hushed her up. To be fair, it was nice to hear someone say good things about his old man for a change. But he was holding off on the mad as a box of frogs until next week when he went to see his Dad on visitation. Last time he had spoken to him he was trying to persuade the guards to let him do a nativity play for the other inmates. It probably hadn’t ended well, Al Munson’s big ideas never ended well. That was why Eddie was with his Uncle Wayne after all.

Eddie smiled his most shit-eating grin in the general direction of the good women of Hawkins, “Ah, Yeah dad has the flair for the dramatics, and I'm afraid the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But I’ve got Steve to keep me on the straight and narrow. Isn’t that right Stevie?” He jumped the fence again, this time landing with a wobble right in front of Steve. The other man reached out to steady him, with a flourish so as not to spill his hot chocolate. “Ah, my hero, you see this ladies? You need to watch your daughters, he will sweep them off their feet next.”

“I think we need to watch out for the pair of you Mr. Munson, you’re both quite the catch.” Ms. Roberts grinned as she started walking away. “Charming and resourceful. Quick thinking with the zip tie, maybe next year we should handcuff the baby Jesus down, less chance of a canine abduction”

Eddie was suddenly aware that Steve still had hold of him by the waist, he jumped away as if burned. It was one thing to be close behind closed doors, quite another to be like that outside and in front of the damn Nativity scene of all things. Eddie clocked the quick look Steve shot towards his handcuff belt, and ached to make a joke but Robin came to save the day. Demanding that they come and help with a spillage on the ice rink.

Still Eddie couldn’t help but feel that every time he looked up to talk to Steve, he caught the man quickly turning away, like he was already looking at him and had gotten caught. Eddie was finding it hard to believe that the redness in Steve’s face was all to do with the cold.

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Christmas eve snuck up quickly. And with it Robin’s relentless teasing somehow increased.

Every time she walked past now she would sing the stupid little drummer boy song, but now she had alternative words for the damn thing, and every time Eddie heard it over the speakers it instantly reminded him of Steve’s existence. Because Robin was a cruel and evil being sent to drive him to his own despair.

“Don’t stare at Steve’s bum, pum pum pu pum pum” Robin sang as she rounded him on the outskirts of the candy cane village, dressed as a jolly little elf arms full of mystery gifts for the meek and mild, or whatever it was kids were supposed to be, he hadn’t been paying attention in that part of the class. Thankfully, Steve was busy perfecting the piles of presents, attempting to make them stay in neat stacks, it would have been easier if he wasn't struggling with the stupid elf costumes Joyce had bullied them all into. He kept tugging the ill-fitting trousers from where his butt cheeks were trying to consume the itchy material. Eddie wasn't fairing much better but he at least had less to deal with in the ass department. It was hard to pull out a wedgie when you jingled all the way.

On the plus side, they had gotten off lightly, Hopper was currently dressed as a very unconvincing Santa Claus, and the rugrats had been roped into dressing as Angels and were currently caroling next to the tree- the lights kept flickering and they all kept exchanging worried glances, or at least they had until El glared the bulbs into submission.

To make matters worse, Steve started to sing the song under his breath all the damn time now. Eddie was getting some sort of twisted pavilion response to the tune. He was like a mouse looking for a treat. Whenever he heard that man offer his little drumsticks up to the little baby king he perked up and automatically sought big King Steve. And he was pretty sure Steve had cottoned on to him. Because whenever the song came on the festive rotation, right between Wham and David Essex, Steve was within viewing range of Eddie's new superpower.

It was hopeless he was hopeless, and right now he couldn't escape, not the same 24 Christmas songs on repeat or Steve and his peachy bum bu bum bum - fucking Robin!

The sound of bells jingling signaled Robin's return just as the telltale drumming started up through the speakers .

“If I hear this song one more time, I’m going to jail.”

Eddie nearly knocked himself out spinning on the spot. He hadn't expected Steve to sneak up to him when he jingled and jangled more than any one man should. Eddie hadn't noticed that the crowd had thinned, it must be time for Hopper's grand entrance. At least they only had to man the grotto and the sugar heart attack that was the line. Argyle and Jonathan were manning the slay.

“I thought you liked the little drummer boy?” Eddie rocked back on his feet trying not to look like Steve hadn't scared the ever living shit out of him.

“I do, but we hear it like sixty times a day, not including the wonderful remixed version you and Robin seem to have penned in your downtime.” Steve cocked an eyebrow, “Who knew Steve and bum could be used in so many creative ways?”

Eddie nonchalantly looked across the square, pretending to watch the Santa procession. He felt Steve step towards him, this time he jingled. He must have been ninja as fuck to get the drop on Eddie, because every minute movement was like crisp Stereo sound right now.

“Oh, come on Eds I totally set you up for that one, not even a ‘that's what she said’ joke? You're probably already on the good list, I mean saving the world has to be worth at least that right.” Steve's voice quietened towards the end, as if something had caught his attention.

He chanced a look at Steve from below the rim of his elf hat that he had pulled down further both to hide from Steve's questioning gaze, and protect himself a little more from the snow that had begun to gently fall. Steve was ignoring him now watching the white flecks falling, the first of the year. It wasn't the same now, not when it looked too much like the particles that had engulfed them and blocked out the sun. The haunted weary look crossed Steve's face and Eddie wanted to do anything to replace it with that content smile he had seen for the last two weeks.

“I write you a ballad about that peachy ass of yours, and all you do is complain.”

“You missed the ra pum pa pum pum” Steve pointed out, but the frown was gone, replaced with a smirk. He looked like the epitome of a bad idea. But bad ideas were something Eddie excelled at.

Eddie suddenly felt brave, there was a first time for everything.

“Ass doesn't fit the rhythm. It's got to be bum or butt, Dustin's A big butt head pa rumpa pum pum. See, fits the pattern. Has Weird Al taught you nothing?”

“I mean he's taught me how to make a damn fine sandwich.” He shrugged, shuffling forward and flicking the bell that hung on the end of Eddie's elf hat.

It rang out its happy little tune as Eddie focused on that and not the fact that Steve was up close, right in his personal space. Like how was he supposed to function with this blatant discard for his boundaries? If Eddie’s brain would like to send his body an answer on a postcard, he was happy to receive its feedback.

Was it hot in here? Had someone turned on the space heater? Had Eddie or Steve accidentally set fire to their stupid polyester and wool crimes against fashion?

Was it just him? Was he having a stroke? Was this some dormant form of upside down rabies? If it was, Robin would kill him. He had bitten her only last week when trying to stop her stealing the remote at Steve's place. She had bitten him first; it was only fair. But if it was rabies at least death by Robin would be a quicker way to go, then whatever was making his heart drum in his chest like the warm-up act to Megadeth.

Steve tapped the bell on the end of Eddie’s hat again, he was trying to do it in time to the jolly HO HO HO of Hopper over the speakers, but he failed miserably. Still Eddie watched every little movement, like he was about to sit a SAT on Steve Harrington and he had to pass or there would be grave consequences for his immediate future.

“You're the musical one okay. I haven’t got a musical bone in my body-” Steve was grinning at him now, a bright thing that made his eyes sparkle in the twinkling rainbow lights of the sugar plum grotto. One eyebrow was sneaking dangerously close to his hairline, it was like he was waiting for Eddie to finish his sentence, or catch up to the joke. Unfortunately for Steve Eddie’s brain had taken a mini sabbatical, it had to go somewhere to send him that postcard after all.

“Ok what’s up, that’s the second terrible sexual innuendo I’ve set you up for and you failed me dude, where’s your head at?” Steve tapped the side of his face and Eddie turned to look at him. Nobody should look good dressed as a bloody elf, but Steve was somehow pulling it off.

Oh shit, he was talking again and Eddie hadn’t heard a word of it. Staring at Steve’s chapped lips should really make it easier to follow the situation, but when had anything worked out right for Eddie.

Just then the speakers kicked in and the dulcet sounds of George Micheal filled the little room around them.

“Maybe next year I'll give it to someone special”

The Santa parade must almost be over, soon this little bubble between them would be filled with sugar-filled hoodlums. But right now it was just him and Steve and in any second …

“Would you look at that, it's the song about my bum.” Steve wiggled his eyebrows and the bells on his hat jingled, but that wasn’t the thing that caught Eddie’s attention.

The feeling of Steve’s nose brushing his own was the only thing he could grasp as real. Steve was too close. He tried to focus on him but it was making him cross-eyed.

Why was Steve so close?

Anyone would think he was trying to- oh…

“Please don’t hit me.” Steve whispered as his lips softly pressed against Eddie’s, there was a moment's hesitation as Eddie’s brain got the memo, and Steve started to pull away. Probably thinking that he was about to get up close and personal with Eddie’s rings to his face. He was, but not from a punch, Eddie somehow found the cognitive function to get his body to do what he wanted. A hand coming up to grab Steve’s face and pull him back in for a kiss, and the other one finally getting to grips with Steve’s right butt cheek. It seemed to be all Steve needed to press back in and drag Eddie into him till there was no doubt that this was what they both wanted.

Steve made a content noise as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Eddie’s, filling the space between them with a chuckle.

“Did you just pat my butt in time to this song?”

“Maybe?”

“Does that make you the little drummer boy?”

“Ah, less of the little, big boy try before you deny and all that. Stevie the real question here is are you the king, the gift or are you my drum… pum pa pum pum” Eddie dropped his other hand to Steves other cheek tap out the beat in time to the song.

That got a dirty snort of a laugh, and it was one of the best sounds Eddie had ever heard.

Suddenly Eddie felt like he was the bravest man in the world.

“So, am I visiting you in jail? Do they still do conjugal visits?” Eddie asked, nudging Steve's nose with his own “Do I have to start wearing dresses so I can fool the guards and have my wicked way with my jailbird of a lover?”

“I mean, what I want to do to you would probably get me arrested in at least five states.” Steve glanced across the snowy square. The sound of the Christmas hoard moving towards them with Hopper guiding the way growing ever nearer.. The bubble of whatever the fuck this was was getting smaller by the second “But since I get to do this now-” Steve lent forward and gave Eddie a soft quick kiss, “Hopefully, whenever I want. I won't feel like I'm crawling out of my own skin when I hear this song… ra pum pa pum pum?”

“Hey, that one almost worked!” Eddie grinned as the first of the visitors to Santa's grotto could be heard crunching up the gravel Oohing and ahhing at Rudolf and his cohorts. Hopefully nobody looked too close and realized they were actually just donkey's with fake antlers-it was dark and well the magic of Christmas was doing a lot of heavy lifting (no animals were harmed in the making of this magical wonder-but Robin had almost been kicked, more than once.)

Eddie, feeling bold, snuck in another quick kiss before they were thrown headfirst into the chaos of Christmas eve. They aimed for casualness as the first kids stormed around the corner to join the line.

Robin's face was too knowing when she walked up to join them.. But Eddie was pretty sure nobody had seen anything untoward.

“What did I miss, dingus squared?”

Robin placed herself between them and started untangling the hats from their jingling and jangling entanglement. The dangling ends of the Elf hats joined Eddie and Steve and It was obvious they had to have gotten a little up close and personal for that to have happened, “Did a Christmas miracle happen?” Robin teased as she bounced both bells back off their owners' nose.

“Santa’s Elves can go on the naughty list you know,” Steve tried to stare her down with the same look he shot at the gremlins, but it hadn’t worked on Robin before and it wasn’t about to start doing so now.

“Steve! Do you copy?” The walkie talkie on all their belts crackled into life with the sound of Dustin, throwing Robin and her accusations off track.

“Yeah butt head what is it?” Steve sounded annoyed but his face read as fond.

“Fido’s back for round two, You forgot to say, over. Over.”

Steve looked out across the square and the snow that was now bleaching down.

“Did Fido get through the cable ties? Over.” Eddie radioed back wondering how the dog had got past his fool proof retaining method.

“The manger is halfway down the street. Over.”

Robin looked at the line of kids waiting to go into Santa Hop, then looked at Eddie and Steve. She looked torn, and Eddie knew she was trying to decide if she wanted to tell Dustin to stuff it, or if she could last till the shift was over before getting the juicy gossip.

“Go. Do your stupid action hero thing,” she barked at Steve. She grabbed Eddie by the wrist stopping him from following Steve on his biblical quest. “But you stay here, I need emotional support against the heaving masses,”

Steve saluted her, bouncing on his feet. He nudged Eddie with his hip as he passed. “So little drummer boy. If I don’t get back, mine after work?”

Eddie tried not to be too enthusiastic when he nodded aware that Robin’s eyes were on him.

She looked like she was about to say something when the doors to the grotto opened and the kids in the front of the line started jostling for position to be the first to see the big man in red.

Eddie started taking the tickets as he watched Steve dart around the waiting kids and head out into the snow. He tried not to stare at Steve's ass as he slipped on the snow but he knew he failed when Robin started ra pum pa pum puming at his side.

“Did you tell him?” He whispered accusingly as he helped up the line with his little red rope.

“I didn’t tell him anything. You sing out loud, you big goof.” Robin didn’t have to look so smug,

“I might have nudged him in the right direction. He wasn’t sure he had heard you right, you know I was just doing my bit, making sure that you were both barking up the right pine tree, being a good samaritan”

“I didn't know Steve was … you know?” Eddie muttered under his breath.

“He's not, well he is… a bit. Enough to flirt with you in front of the infant king and half the ladies’ auxiliary.” Robin took the next bunch of kids tickets and waved them through the velvet rope of hope. They all looked drunk on sugar and dazed in the lights. Eddie knew how they felt.

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They got to the end of the long line with Eddie in a haze. Steve did not return to them until shortly after Hopper had stormed off complaining he needed at least an entire bottle of whisky to deal with the amount of kids who had asked him for a Ninja Turtle..

Steve hastily locked up the grotto and started toward the car, Robin charging ahead calling shotgun. she narrowly avoided the snowball thrown at her by Steve as he yelled at her to wait up. She pointedly ignored them slipping and sliding in the snow till she got her position at Steve's passenger side.

“It's ok Bucks, I know my place in the pecking order.” Eddie grinned as he slid into the back seat, however he leaned forward to interrupt the silent conversation happening between Robin and Steve. He would never understand the semaphore that was their eyebrows, but he could interrupt the signaling.

As soon as they were outside Robin's. Eddie scrambled through the gap in the chairs to steal her place in the passenger seat. She affectionately rolled her eyes as she turned to say goodnight.

, it’s my gift to you ra pum pa pum pum. Now you can touch Steve’s bum ra pum pa pum pum ” She sang before she slammed the door closed, flipping them both the bird.

“She's going to try to take the credit for this, you know?” Steve said as he snaked his hand over the center console, searching out Eddie's knee to squeeze.

“I mean, credit where it's due, I think we can blame Bing Crosby and David Bowie and their dedication to creating the most annoying earworm that rhymes with your bum.” Eddie watched as Robin pulled the door closed behind her with a wave and a thumbs up. He glanced around the street checking that nobody's curtains were twitching, all he could see was softly falling snow and HOA approved fairy lights. So he took matters into his own hands and twisted his fingers in with Steve’s, tugging him closer, unable to wait any longer.

Steve's lips met Steve's with no resistance, he sunk into the warmth, the feel of Steve's chapped lips moving against his own, it would be easy to get lost in it. He was getting lost in it, right until a snowball hit the windscreen and shocked them apart.

Battle mode activated and the two of them looked for the threat, only to see Robin standing in fluffy pajamas on her porch, waving at them to get a move on.

Heart racing from more than just the shock of the snowball, Eddie flipped her off as Steve put the car into drive and the radio kicked in, the song that had started it all playing quietly as they pulled the corner towards Steve’s house.

“Then He smiled at me pa-rum pum pum pum. Me and my drum Me and my drum.” Eddie sang as he tugged playfully at Steve’s hat, the bells ringing in time to the music, Steve’s smile lighting up the snowy night.

He was living in a cheesy Christmas movie, but for once Eddie Munson was more than happy with that.

#spicysixwinterfanworkschallenge #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic

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rankirakira · 1 year ago

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WARNING SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF SPOILERS

U have been warned so...

Aaaa I binged watch the Scott Pilgrim Takes Off anime in one day instead of doing college homework lol. I have no one to talk to about the Scott Pilgrim anime 😭 so here i info dumping and ranting it.

I read comics and watched the movie in highschool and i also played the game on my Switch. Gosh it's an amazing adaptation and it reference all of them in the anime. Also, the anime feels like a what if or alternate universe imo. I feel like it's better to watch the live action or read the graphic novel or played the video game first imo to understand the easter eggs and references.

Bcs I am so happy that Anamanaguchi came back from the Scott Pigrim game and aaaa there was the game soundtrack in the anime.

Also the ending and the plotline of Ramona being more responsible and facing her exes reminds me of Ramona's ending in the Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World video game. So I'm happy the anime took this route

Things I love in Scott Pilgrim Takes Off ❤️:

The animation and music ❤️❤️❤️

Scott and Ramona realize their mistakes in their past love relationships

Scott and Ramona dynamic is more cuter imo

Scene of Ramona dying her hair

League of Evil Exes interactions aka Gordon and Luke being besties

The unexpected character dynamics, for example, I didn't expect one sided Todd x Wallace 👀

Gayer scenes ( More Wallace and More Roxie)

So many Lucas Lee (He's my fav also I am a Chris Evans so I am bias)

Love how meta and self referential the anime is bcs they reference the original source and other adaptations

Simon Pegg and Nick Frost cameo

The Director Edgar Wright aka Edgar Wrong spoof

Epilogue and Side character developments basically the exes having good endings like Matthew Patel's musical career and Buff barista Lucas

Is the Musical a sign that we might get a Scott Pilgrim musical???

Sparks✨️✨️✨️

Things I wish was in the Scott Pilgrim Takes Off aka me being nitpicking sorry 😭

Hoping that Todd moves on from Wallace bcs the Wallace Heart tattoo is a red flag

Surprised there was no Wallace and Lucas interactions or Wallace's crush on Lucas scenes like the original

No Stephen's boyfriend, Joseph 😭 orStephen Stills being gay scene

Was hoping for a timeskip that Kim and Knives (as a college student) became a couple. Love the duet they had tho❤️

Hopefully there is a season 2 or spin-off perhaps. Overall, I am very satisfied and I would love to rewatch Scott Pilgrim Takes Off over and over again. I love it❤️❤️❤️ Sorry for the long rant. I have no one to talk to about it

#my rants #my thoughts #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim anime #Scott Pilgrim Takes Off spoilers #Spto spoilers #Spoilers #Scott Pilgrim anime spoilers

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las-lus · 4 months ago

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Singing in the rain snippet

I'm (slowly) writing a singing in the rain ot3 fanfic that kinda encompasses the start of Cosmo and Don's friendship up, how they had a... situationship, the events of the movie but gayer and with even more 3-way-kisses and, finally, a silly domestic polyamous happy ending. It focus a LOT on queer culture of the early 1900s so i'm doing waaaaay to much research and have added a full polari/Speakeasy vocabulary at the end of each chapter.....

anyways, snippet under the cut! If you enjoy this consider checking my ao3 or buying me a coffee!

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“Cosmo! bona to vada*! Didn’t know you had a jocker*.” He said to Cosmo, a mocking smile on his lips.

“He isn’t my jocker” Cosmo said, automatically, before adding “He isn’t a jocker. He’s just my friend.”

“Bushwa*.” He laughed, and Cosmo felt his face warming up. Hopefully it was dark enough that neither of the men would see it.

“Oscar, Earful*, just let us in, please.”

“New members can’t usually bring new people, but since you won’t be staying long I’ll make an exception.” He turned to Don, smile dropping from his charismatic face “You better not take any wooden dimes*.”

Cosmo looked at Don, who was frowning. “I don’t…”

“He won’t” hopefully.

“Enjoy the jazz, feely*” Oscar said, as he fished the keys from this coat pocket and opened the heavy door behind him. “And Cosmo? Be a doll and tell Terry I want that bevvy he promised.”

“Thank you! Will do.”

He walked inside, trying not to think about Don following right on his tracks. They could hear the music now, echoing from the ground under their feet.

“It’s downstairs” Cosmo said, as if it wasn’t obvious, and started to walk down the stairs. He looked back, half expecting Don to have disappeared. But as much as he felt like Orpheus, Don was not his Eurydices, and instead he was staring back at him, huge eyes locked on him with fascination.

“What language was that? I could only understand half of what you two said.”

Cosmo chuckled despite himself. “That, my friend, is the language of saints*.”

“Didn’t peg you as a saint, to be quite honest.”

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*Vocabulary: bona to vada = good to see you in italian/Polari Jocker = A young man who will only assume active, Speakeasy Bushwa = bullshit, polary Earful = Enough, speakeasy You better not take any wooden dimes = don’t do anything stupid, speakeasy Feely = young/young men in polari/italian "Language of the saints" is how the Brazilian queer dialect, Pájuba, is also known as. It's obviously not historically correct to add it here, but I love it too much and wanted to add a nod to my own culture! also, disclaimer: Speakeasy was a series of slags used by the queer community in New York in the 20’s and 30’s, while Polari was a queer dialect used in the UK during the 19th century. I couldn’t find anything particular to the 1900 and 1910’s, where the beginning of this story takes place, nor anything about US cities that aren’t NY. I took some liberties and merged the 2 together into a third dialect that I think could realistically have been brought to the US during the 19th century (because its the foundation for some queer slangs they had in the late 90’s early 2000s, and because a lot of polari is just Italian) and evolved in smaller queer communities

#Singing in the rain #singing in the rain fanfiction #cosmo/don/kathy #singing in the rain ot3 #kathy/cosmo/don #kathy/don/cosmo #LGBT history fanfiction #listen i'm an academic with adhd i'm reading so much for this fic

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forlornmelody · 5 months ago

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Today's List of Nice Things:

Rewatched the Barbie movie. It is a lot gayer than I remember.

The Dawn and its Light has found its footing. It is nothing but fantastical bi fanservice and I am here for this.

So Vivienne and my Dalish mage Inquisitor could totally hate fuck under certain circumstances. Just putting it out there.

Finally starting to have energy again. And I get to sleep in tomorrow again. Hopefully that fixes me.

#who is forlornmelody?#brain hygiene #hiking with a cute girl after class tomorrow #wish me luck!

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luminouslotuses · 11 months ago

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my (hopefully) coherent thoughts about mean girls! spoilers ahead ofc👍

music:

the songs weren’t that bad! sexy, world burn, apex predator, and meet the plastics were my faves

my least favorite was stupid with love though,, the production makes it so boring i’m sorry😭

<-but what i will say is that the stupid with love reprise performed at the spring fling SLAPPED. why can’t that be on the soundtrackk

i feel like a lot of emotion that the original songs had is lost here. whether it be the production or the vocals accompanying it or both; i feel like they go hand in hand. reneé auli’i & jaquel definitely brought the energy that was needed here

the choreography & visuals that went with the songs definitely made them better than simply listening to the soundtrack on its own. like i was much more invested in what ifs & revenge party for example– and i already liked someone gets hurt, but the VISUALS??? holy shit that scene was incredible

i really wish a few songs were kept from the show like any of damian’s or that the someone gets hurt reprise in the movie was included in the soundtrack. hell i kind of wish do this thing was kept because i think that would’ve gone so hard at the end for some inexplicable reason pfft

and of course these can’t top the original broadway versions, nor did i expect them to. also sometimes the production or mixing was either bland or off (like in world burn reneé’s vocals are a second or two behind the backing track at one point, which is super weird since it’s fine in the soundtrack but i digress lmao)

cast/characters:

the cast have great chemistry they’re all so talented they’re so fucking funny aghh the casting was perfect

reneé as regina made me gayer somehow. Not surprised there

AVANTIKA. she was soso perfect as karen!! so funny so insanely pretty and she did sexy so much justice

okay admittedly i was a little unsure about angourie as cady. only at first though because once she became part of the plastics she played that role so well

speaking of cady that scene when regina’s singing in the cafeteria and cady’s staring at her is actually the gayest thing i’ve ever seen hands down

ms. norbury & mr. duvall are in a relationship. they have dogs at home. janis said (jokingly) that they got wasted at the spring fling. they are My straight couple i love them so fucking much

ough the bond between cady and her mom is so sweet and even emotional at one point i really like it

the band always seeming to be around and playing is so good especially when they’re in the tree in that one scene lol

i knew lindsay lohan would be there somehow and her being the proctor for the math competition was golden. (also her lines like “this has only happened once more”<-referencing the original movie & then the “i don’t know your life” to cady were SOOO)

miscellaneous:

so happy some of the jokes and moments from the musical were in the movie. like “homeschooled? oh that’s a fun way to take jobs from my union!” & mr. duvall’s retainer case & the bathroom scene with cady & regina lol

i was thinking they’d go overboard with the social media aspect (like a lot of media typically tends to do when making a movie like this) but i was pleasantly surprised! yes it was definitely a large part of many scenes but i think it mostly worked & made sense

it’s best to not have any expectations when walking into this movie; nothing too high, nothing too low. i probably like it more than the average person as i’ve always loved the broadway musical but still. if you want to see it i say go for it! it has a great cast, songs that range from bland & perfectly serviceable to great with exceptional vocals (coughs. Reneé), and some nice references and moments for fans of the original movie, the musical, or both. it was fun time and i could tell there was heart put into it🫶

#mean girls #my ted talk

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midnight-cowboy1969 · 2 years ago

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There's a quote from William Goldman's memoir where he writes about what his intention in writing Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid:

“As a writer I believe that all the basic human truths are known. And what we try to do as best we can is come at those truths from our own unique angle, to re-illuminate those truths in a hopefully different way. I believed, back a quarter century ago [when he wrote the book], that it was not possible for two people to truly know each other. No matter how close the husband and wife, the father and son, the lover and beloved, we are locked inside ourselves. And here I had [Butch and Sundance], who lived through decades together, who traveled tens of thousands of miles, only to die bloody in a country where no one knew their names, where they barely spoke the language - it seemed a wonderful vehicle to say something about our lack of knowledge, about our hopeless and terrible an enduring, permanent loneliness.”

Later in the book, Goldman addresses the absence of these themes: “Remember that paragraph I wrote about how I believed it's possible to know each other and our terrible, permanent loneliness? Hey, where did that go? It's in the printed screenplay, but it's not in the printed movie, and the reason is because I didn't write certain sections properly, didn't knit them into the piece as a whole.”

Personally, I believe that Midnight Cowboy is closer to the movie that Goldman wanted to write. It's sadder, more poignant, and most importantly, gayer.

a saga :) about me losing my mind :)

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quinnmorgendorffer · 3 years ago

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1. why are they remaking interview with the vampire in the first place??? I’m not even like a Stan™ but that is truly Tom Cruise’s best performance and no one is gonna live up to it, I truly do not care what anyone says on that front.

2. WHY IS A BLACK MAN PLAYING A PLANTATION OWNER????? LOUIS FUCKING HAD SLAVES WHAT THE FUCK???!

#i'm losing my mind i guess they'll change that backstory??? hopefully????#the only way they can improve it is make it even gayer #or do the original idea anne had when making it a movie by making cher louis

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pitchperfectrp · 2 years ago

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hiii!!!! welcome to this pitch perfect rp !

plot:

the plot begins in the first movie where the bellas are all getting to know each other and their school, navigating their relationships with each other (platonic and romantic) and figuring out their college lives.

if anybody is wondering a rp (roleplay) is really a lot of fun, it’s like a never ending fic where you never know what’s going to happen to any character other than your own. we will start off with the main bella’s but if/when they are all filled up we can go into original character.

all of the characters are a little crazier, a little sexier and a little gayer of course (#bechloe obviously) and hopefully this will cause great drama to unfold!

there are only a few rules to this rp and they are really pretty simple!

be nice to each other

hate the character and not the person behind the character

ask before you do anything that could trigger someone

this is a scripted rp!

a scripted rp is just the type of rp that is typed out like a script. it’s also the same format as a lot of incorrect quotes you see on tumblr. for example;

chloe: *smirks a gestures down her body with her eyes* yeah, i’m pretty confident about… all this.

beca: *looks her up and down* you should be.

as i said there is no specific plot to the rp, there will be less cases most likely and more hanging out as the team but you can pretty much do anything. alcohol, drugs, fluff, angst, nothing is really forbidden. just don't be weird, and by weird i mean nasty weird, and i think you can figure out what that means.

joining info!!

all you need to do to join is send me a message and i will send you a form to fill out! it's gonna be pretty simple mostly just who you want to play, a backup, your characters sexuality, etc.

the group chat will be made as soon as we have all the characters maybe minus a few but it should be good!

keep in mind the characters are first come first serve so don't be offended if you don't get the character you want!

don't give up if you don't get your first pick either because if the person who does leaves the group you can have their character!

thank you my bellas! i hope this works out. please reblog and share with your friends!!! <3

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #aubrey posen #stacie conrad #staubrey #emily junk #hailee steinfeld #anna kendrick #brittany snow #cynthia rose #flo fuentes #barden bellas #lgbtq #pitch perfect rp

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seastoried · 2 years ago

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okay not to talk about marvel but i just got back from the thor screening at work and i want to jot down my thoughts. hopefully this isn't illegal lol. anyways spoilers below the cut you've been warned

- it was honestly a super lighthearted movie, didn't take itself too seriously and i enjoyed that

- idk if its the fact that i was a lot younger when i saw ragnarok / it was the first marvel movie i'd seen / rose coloured glasses for the past, but i do feel like that one was funnier

- okay ALSO love & thunder was exactly 2 hours and it was so nice to watch a marvel movie that didn't get exhausting and drag on (and didn't feel like it either!!)

- the plot was def bittersweet, and also reminiscent of the early years of the franchise

- ohhh also waaay gayer than i expected lmao. like still not a lot and you KNOW it's all just to appease people but. well i was a little appeased by tessa thompson looking hot and talking about her dead girlfriend. and the gay lava creatures were sweet

-okay also so many new big names like russell crowe christian bale and i swear i saw brett goldstein of ted lasso fame as hercules but im too lazy to check. at this rate the better part of the english actors are gonna be a part of the mcu and i don't think i can deal with that

- anyways i wonder if the gods are gonna be the the next big villains. can they just stop can the mcu just fucking die already

okay that's all it's like 3 o'clock i need to sleep

- wait oh also the soundtrack kinda slapped it was really fun

okay gn for real xoxo

#gn ily hugs #i really could do with a hug rn actually #squish speaks #marvel #film

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nayarablueglasses · 4 years ago

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Duo x male reader

a/n: oh gods this is so. anyways this was meant for day thirteen of the @gundam-wing-pride event but certain circumstances have caused me to be unable to post in time for it. the tears prompt was kept in mind for this, i hope it suffices.

word count: 2,059

summary: horrific battles never made you cry, so how did a joke from Duo manage to do it?

warnings: reader is in an active war at first, brief mentions of reader becoming deaf to loud sounds after the battle, reader has a very dry way of thinking, i haven't seen the entirety of the show in ages so i think my timeline is a little messed up

reader pronouns: he/him but comes off as gn

How’d you end up here?

You’d woken up to the extremely jarring sounds of the space station’s evacuation alarms. Considering the immediate panicking masses of people that then flooded the streets, it wasn’t the best way to wake up. Especially when you factor in that your first evacuation drill since the ‘safe space’ had been rebuilt, relocated and refortified was supposed to happen next week. Though to be fair, there were absolutely no signs that you knew of that would signal a a war erupting on your colony.

Honestly? You never were impressed by the Gundams. All you knew about them was that they were starting a war with what a few of the colonies had begun to call the “colony rebels.” The White Fang. Maybe the White Fang had started the war, but you could care less. No matter who’d started this, the colonies- your colony- was caught in the crossfires now.

And it wasn’t like you could trust the Gundams, either. It wasn’t that long ago that Gundam Pilot 04 almost blew up an entire colony because their father had been killed. If that was how the Gundams handled personal loss, your colony could only speculate on the ways they’d deal with the political difficulties of a war. And unsurprisingly, it turned out that they handled it absolutely terribly.

The scariest part was the absolute absurdness of the whole war. Two sides that claimed to speak for the colonies. The White Fang pressed attention on the colonies, while the Gundams remained an absolute mystery. Plus, the individual power struggles claiming the colonies, the Treize Faction war against Oz that was reportedly occuring back on Earth... everybody was misinformed about absolutely all of it, and the best you could do was try to make sense of the chaos unfolding and hope it never touched your poor colony.

But wishes don’t always come true. And certainly never the wishes you make.

Like the wish you’d been repeating back to yourself for the last hour- to be able to come out of this unscathed. Your arm had some thoughts on that.

As it turns out, trying to run through an active warzone to the safe space you didn’t know the location of was extremely dangerous. So dangerous that your arm had been hit with a stray bullet. Right now the main dangers were the footsoldiers firing at each other, but not that far off in the distance you could see two of the Gundams fighting a swarm of Taruses. The fact that they weren’t close was anything but comforting, since you’d seen the speed of the Gundams before on T.V.

Oh.

“Hey- get outta the way! Ya try’na get killed?” A White Fang footsoldier shoved you to the side, presumably trying to help. Instead you stumbled facedown into a very large pile of scrap metal. Which very much hurt your arm and effectively trapped your leg as well.

Fun. “The fuck kinda horror movie is this?” You muttered to yourself. Of course, of course you ran directly into the fray. Because of COURSE that was safer than the opposite direction (which in all fairness had been covered in sharp-looking rubble). That’s fine. You could work with this. What did your uncle usually tell you- take inventory in terms of crises?

You hadn’t brought a backpack with you, so, all you could take inventory on was what was in your pockets. One elastic, a single outdated coin, and fuzz. Plus, a bleeding arm and the bullet you figured was still in there, a possibly twisted and hopefully not broken foot, ringing in your ears... and the clothes on your back. Ok.

So this is how you die? Fine. That’s fucking fine. You had plenty to live for, but fine. Who cares?

“Woah-hoh, what the hell? Hey- hey handsome, you awake?”

A very neon green light pierced your consciousness. Out of habit, you tried to raise your arm to block it out- and then an even more painful, piercing feeling jolted through your whole body. “Ahh-huah- ‘m. ‘m awake now. Ohhh gods. Yeah. ‘m- yeah. Fuck. Who’re you and are you going to help me or kill me?”

“Kill you? Man, I might be the god of Death and all but I’m not going to kill you! You related to Heero or somethin’?”

“Don’t know- ow- who the fuck that is. What’s up with that green light shit> ‘M gonna be blinded if I open my eyes.”

And there the light went. Nice. If this guy didn’t kill you, you might actually survive. Sans your arm. Nobody on your colony could help your arm. You figured that life would be interesting from now on. “Great, thanks man. Fuuuuck. You- you see my arm? Yeah- I’m taking your silence as a yeah. This bitch’s fucked and moving at all is very very painful. So hey random stranger. You strong enough to carry me to the nearest amputator?”

Apparently you were just being dramatic. Your arm would 100% be still attached and your foot would survive. Your ears were… fine. After waking up in a hospital on an entirely different colony station, you learned that apparently, there exists a kind of deaf in which it was hard to hear things that were too loud. Which. You now had.

No more concerts. Meh.

The most jarring of everything was when you discovered that a) you were likely to have either trauma or ptsd and b) the guy that carried you to the hospital in his Gundam- was a Gundam Pilot. 02. Duo Maxwell. He’d brought you to Colony 14 Blue and was now reportedly “chillin’ outside until you get discharged.” with the promise that he’d bring you to the Peacemillion afterwards.

Oh. And almost everybody you knew closely had “likely” passed away in the attack. The therapy for that was going to be interesting when you consider that nobody of your family was on the colony at the time of the attack. Honestly the way they were pressing for you to be evaled made it feel like they were planning to make an example out of your supposedly poor mental state. Unsurprisingly the hospital was being run by the White Fang.

Discharge went quickly. The ride back to Duo’s Deathscythe went quickly. The ride in Duo’s Deathscythe went far, far too slowly. And adjusting to life on the Peacemillion went poorly.

Every now and again, Duo would look for you and, if he hadn’t immediately come from a fight (he passed out on your carpet once due to blood loss after being in a gunfight. Zechs was less than appreciative.), he’d bring you to the nearest colony. Being able to enjoy a day out on occasion was a rarity you usually only got to experience with Duo.

“Ooooi, Duo. Check these out. Tell me these aren’t the coolest gloves you’ve ever seen.” You held up some black fingerless gloves for him to inspect. He’d brought you to a new colony, where apparently a special holiday (complete with fun sales) was happening. Admittedly, some of the people on this station were giving you and Duo some especially strange looks whenever Duo would tug on your shirt or grab your hand to get your attention but like. Fuck them.

“Hey, those look pretty awesome!” he grinned and bounced over, snatching the gloves from your hands to look for a price tag. “To steal or not to steal, that is the question.”

You raised an eyebrow. So maybe the crush you’d developed on this overgrown child of a thief was growing. So what? It’s just a crush. Everything’s going to be fine. “Is the price tag expensive or something?”

Duo shook his head. “Exact opposite. There isn’t one.”

“Let’s just leave ten gilla and bolt, then.”

“...wicked.”

Normally the rides back home were silent and awkward, but after the rather exciting day you’d had, you were feeling especially chatty. Which wasn’t to say that there weren’t still awkward breaks in the conversation. It was quiet, sure, but a lot of things had been quiet lately. Being deaf to louder things tended to do that to a person.

Duo drew you out of your thoughts with another tug on your sleeve and pressed one of the gloves into your hand. “Here. Figured we’d both look badass with just one glove. Plus we match!” He held up his gloved left hand with an air of confidence. He wasn’t wrong, honestly. Wearing his braid the way he did, he already cut an impressive figure, but the gloves really sold the look.

You pulled on the glove he gave you, flexing your fingers to test it’s flexibility. After all, if you couldn’t engage in you and Duo’s elaborate handshake, you might have to ditch the glove altogether. Luckily the glove fit you well- functionality and style alike. Ten gilla spent well.

“Not bad. Y’think Zechs’ll get jealous?” Duo laughed at the idea.

“Doubtful, doesn’t he have Noin to get him cool stuff? Plus, I think his mask and that hair are defining accessories, what else does he need?”

You shrugged. “What gay wouldn’t love these? ‘M already enjoying mine ‘nd yours look more worn in than mine do. Solid fuckin’ proof right there.” Not like you could confirm or deny that Duo was gay. Honestly, you didn’t really care for his specific labels, but Zechs was definitely gay so it just helped further the joke. With his demeanor and his lesbian best friend? Could the flags get any gayer.

“More like pansexual on my account. Good to know your take on gender preference though. This mean I’m allowed to openly flirt with you now?” He leaned back into his seat, throwing his feet up onto the table in front of you and resting his head in his hands.

You raised an eyebrow. “Only if you promise not to ‘no homo’ me afterwards.” Duo pretended to fall backwards, clutching at the nonexistent pearls and acting offended. You two giggled when Sally came in from the cockpit to assure herself that somebody hadn’t just gotten a concussion. To which Duo immediately pretended to have a head wound of some sorts (you suspected he was being purposely vague) in hopes of attaining the candy that Sally sometimes had on hand.

Once she left (leaving you and Duo with strong warnings against fooling around more, lest Duo’s “head injury” get worse; to which you had saluted and replied, “absolutely no promises, ma’am!”) you shared a look with the brunette and tried to keep from dissolving into a fit of laughter. To your chagrin, it was a fail. You were laughing so hard that your stomach was starting to genuinely hurt. Duo was doubled over on the ground, wheezing unintelligible words and trying to hand you the lollipop that Sally gave him.

By the time you had managed to calm down and breathe, Duo was getting into the chair beside you and clutching his side. “I think I pulled a muscle from laughing so hard.”

“Yeesh, ‘m crying from laughin’ so much. Aah, this is what y’do to me.” You joked, wiping away tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before,” Duo paused to think. “like, at all! Now that I think about it, didja even cry when I rescued you?” You shrugged again. The battlefield was pretty terrifying and if you hadn’t found it in you to cry from fear… well, you were feeling a lot of emotions during the whole ordeal. Who could really blame you? “Pretty tough that a fuckin battle didn’t even make you cry. Hey- my bit musta been pretty damn good to make you shed a tear!”

“Yeah, don’t let it get to y’head. ‘S just because ‘m crushin on you.” You mentioned casually, testing the waters.

“Full homo?”

“Full homo.”

Well, would you look at that. Now Duo was crying. What was with you two and tears today?

BONUS:

“You’re so cheesy.” You muttered to Duo, who was proudly holding up your guys’s fingerless gloves- which he had sewn a rainbow patch onto the back of.

He smiled, tugging your glove onto your hand. “Mhm. You love it though.”

Sighing, you returned the favour and pulled his glove onto his right hand. “You’re right. I love it. I love you.”

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#gundam wing #gundam wing x reader #gundam wing x male reader #duo maxwell #duo x reader #duo x heero #duo maxwell x reader #duo maxwell x male reader #oh gods i hope this doesn't flop.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years ago

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PRIDE DRABBLES

Be me: Get bored and then write a bunch of drabbles trying to get over writers block and make them all gay cause Pride.

Summary: A collection of BNHA drabbles revolving around Izuku and various sexualities or gender identities. Various pairings.

Asexual

It’s nothing. Or well it’s nothing he likes to talk about. He and Fumikage have been dating for about three months, and it’s amazing. They cuddle and watch movies and have great dates together. It’s wonderful and perfect for both of them.

The only thing is when people (mostly the guys) bring up sex. They’re curious. Super curious. Izuku gets it- or well he gets the questions about kissing.

“Can you guys kiss?” Kaminari asked when they had been dating for a week. “I mean he’s got a bird head.”

“No, but we’re fine with other means.” Izuku has said and left it at that. Fumikage could run his hands through his hair or nuzzle him and Izuku could do similar things. They didn’t care that they couldn’t kiss.

But well there was the fact they wouldn’t stop asking. About sex that was.

“Bet you two get wild.”

“Is it like a threesome with Dark Shadow?”

“How far have you gone?”

It made Izuku want to scream.

He cuddled closer to Fumikage, trying to get the thoughts out of his head, placing his head right under his boyfriend’s chin. He felt exhausted after training yesterday and just wanted to nap.

“Getting lucky tonight?” Teased a voice and Izuku wanted to groan as he burrowed into Fumikage a bit tighter. Damn it why did it have to be Kaminari? He wouldn’t let it go. “All cuddly and shit?”

“No,” Fumikage said bluntly.

“To sore? Yesterday sucked.”

“No,” Fumikage said in reply.

“What?! But neither of you are girls and insisting on waiting for it!” Kaminari said, earning a slap from Jirou. The rest of the class had slowly started looking over to them, drawn by the commotion. Some looked curious while one of two just looked annoyed.

“It’s none of your business,” Fumikage said shortly.

“He is most certainly right!” Iida spoke up stiffly. “Kindly leave them alone!” They did but they still got some looks. Izuku didn’t mind.

He’d known he was asexual for a while. It just wasn’t something he wanted to bring up to others just yet. Especially since Fumikage wasn’t asexual and Izuku didn’t want to deal with personal questions about that.

Izuku loved Fumikage. He really did, it was just sex made him go: NOPE. And back off. Fumikage acknowledged it and moved on. He told Izuku that while he was interested, sex to him wasn’t an actual need in a relationship. He compared it to a second helping of dessert. You didn’t need it but you would like it.

Izuku smiled, cuddling into his boyfriend.

He had a great one.

Bisexual

When Ochako and Izuku broke up no one really thought much of it. Sure they were upset a bit because it seemed like they were a great couple but no one thought much. It was high school. People broke up all the time.

It was only when Ochako got caught making out with Tsu and Izuku was caught kissing Tenya that people started talking.

“Are they gay and just figuring it out?” Asked Mina as she watched Ochako and Tsu cuddle while Izuku blushed like a fire truck as Tenya actually picked him up to stop him from going out and training again after he’d worked out that morning.

“Were they each other’s beards?” Muttered Hanata, also watching.

“Or it could be because we’re both bisexual!” Ochako called out to them. Both blushed.

Okay yeah, could be that.

Trans

He didn’t want to change in the locker room. Not in front of everyone.

It was stupid. It was so stupid. He had been on puberty blockers and hormones for years. He had no chest really and wore a binder mostly for his own benefit.

But he stood there and didn’t want to change. His hands shook a bit as he tried to breathe and tried to think. Okay, if he faced away from everyone they wouldn’t notice but he did have to take off his binder and that could lead to questions about why he had one…

“Hey,” a voice said and he jumped, turning to see the blonde with the black lightning bolt in his hair. The boy pointed further into the locker room. “Change rooms are that way if you want.” Izuku froze. Oh shit, was he not passing? How did- “whoa, hey it’s okay. Just thought you looked uncomfortable. I am to with getting changed in front of others.” The boy grinned and nodded, leaving Izuku to stare after him before a grin spread across his face.

That was… really nice of him. Izuku felt his face heat up a bit and quickly went to get changed.

Whatever their teacher wanted had to be important.

Gay

Izuku coughed as Uraraka looked at him hopefully. He could tell half the class was watching as he tried to react to her confession.

“Uh…” he felt really awkward and by the look on her face, she knew it. “Uraraka… you’re a great friend. I do care about you but…” he looked even more awkward as he tried to politely say it. She was shaking her head, looking accepting when the classroom door opened and a purple-haired boy stepped in.

“Babe,” Hitoshi called out. “You’re late.”

“One second Hitoshi-“ Izuku began but stopped and then coughed as Uraraka jumped in surprise. “Sorry… but I’m…” he motioned to Hitoshi who looked confused.

“Oh… so uhhh… no chance at all?” Izuku shook his head.

“None. Even if I wasn’t dating him sorry…”

“No, no it’s fine.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’m… probably going to go eat a bunch of ice cream so… have fun?”

“Uhh yeah sorry.” Izuku quickly went to grab his boyfriend’s hand and drag him out of there, blushing. Hitoshi blinked.

“She asked you out? Izuku you’re gayer than I am.”

“Apparently I don’t look it,” Izuku shrugged before Hitoshi suddenly smiled. A smile that sent shivers down Izuku.

“Well let’s fix that…”

It was going to be a very nice date.

Genderfluid

One thing about Bakugou that Izuku actually liked was that the first time she had worn the girl uniform at middle school he’d punched someone in the face who called her a slur. Those sort of thoughts had mostly died out with Quirks. After all- when someone could breathe fire or turn into a giant or anything who cared if your neighbour was kissing the same gender or about what was going on down there.

Still, it was common enough that Izuku had been nervous. At least until the guy was punched in the face.

Bakugou may have stopped being her friend years ago but he did not stand for that crap.

Izuku had been genderfluid for years it was just only in teenage years was the draw to a girl’s skirt was something the green teen felt. As a kid, it was more fun to run around and get dirty. She had worn the skirt plenty of times on girl days and even on occasion on a boy day.

But… she hadn’t yet worn it to UA. It was stupid, she knew that. The grape asshole had been thrown out of UA after the third day, and she knew one of her classmates was trans. No one cared but…

Well, it was stupid.

“Ah! Mademoiselle-“ a voice said and she turned to see Aoyoma standing there. He blinked. “Ah! Midoriya… what perchance are your pronouns for the day?” She felt something in her heat ease.

“She her.” She explained, smiling. He bowed and reached for her hand, she let him take it, feeling her cheeks flush as he kissed it, grinning at her in an attempt to make her smile. It worked as her smile grew more.

“Allow me to escort you to class!” He bowed and she giggled, taking his arm and letting him walk her to their class. Everyone did look up and saw them walk in but no one really reacted other than blinking and shrugging. Iida did ask for pronouns but other then that life went on.

Mostly.

Izuku did find herself often hanging around a blonde French-Japanese teen after that…

Lesbian

Izuku did not react to seeing Uncle Shou being the one teaching him. He managed to contain his surprise mostly. (Mostly) He was lucky that Bakugou didn’t say a single thing though he figured it was from the verbal lashing he’d gotten when they were ten and Izuku’s mom had started dating her girlfriend who had brought various pro-heroes into their lives and who had all ganged up to give a very firm discussing to the boy about his actions.

Izuku firmly did not react when he glanced at the syllabus and saw his mama would be teaching them. He firmly did not react to Tenya awkwardly trying not to react himself to the various names and people they knew.

He would not let it get out his mama was a pro hero and he had uncles who were and that he knew the entire UA staff who had all learned about One for All and had roasted the fuck out of All Might. He wanted a normal school life!

And then the door opened and his moms came into the classroom.

Izuku let his head drop into the desk, groaning while Bakugou groaned and Tenya winced in sympathy.

“Midnight-“ Uncle Shou began but Kayama interrupted him.

“SHOUTA I AM ENGAGED!” That got Izuku’s head snapping up.

“WHAT? MOM?!? MAMA?!?” Both women turned and beamed before Inko rushed over to hug him.

“I’m getting married honey!” Kayama ran over to hug him to, the three smiling.

“Congrats. We’re in the middle of-“ Uncle Shou tried but Kayama snorted.

“Please Shouta, it’s the first day and usually they’re gone in thirty minutes. We’re kidnapping our son to go to the courthouse.”

“Courthouse?” Izuku asked. Inko snorted.

“I tried the fancy wedding and then your father decided to run off after I nearly threw him through a window for hitting me and trying to hit you. No fancy wedding needed here!”

“You are also super gay and your parents forced you into it as a Quirk marriage.” Kayama pointed out. Inko gave a shrug, acknowledging her point.

“Well, whatever the reason- come on honey! We got Hizashi as a witness and need to grab someone else…”

“I think Thirteen-“ Kayama began in a taunting voice but Shouta snapped the book he’d been reading from closed.

“Class dismissed for the day.”

Izuku snorted while his moms laughed, happy his mom was getting her happy ending.

Aromantic

He’d never thought about getting married and having a family. It was always hero course, being a hero, being the best her could be. Romance had never factored into his thoughts. Sure he found people attractive and he supposed he’d always assumed that the feelings would turn romantic or whatever but he’d never… thought about t.

Izuku had always been a little put off by all the romance in everything. Why did a cartoon about All Might punching people need a romance subplot between side characters? Why were papers focused on heroes’ love lives? Why did people care who was kissing who? There were more important things than romance!

It followed him through his high school career. He just didn’t get it even as people began dating. It was just… so weird and confusing. Sure he found people attractive and had some… thoughts about some of them but he just didn’t see the point of dating.

It eventually came to him researching. It always did. He dug into various sexualities and romantic statuses. That was how he discovered what he was.

Aromantic. He still felt sexual desire but the actual romantic part didn’t do anything for him. He felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and had focused more on his studies. He even found that while excessive romance made him gag he didn’t mind romantic stories that were done well. Even if he felt sometimes there was no need for them.

He didn’t pay much attention to the change of time and didn’t see much point in telling people until one day he went to class and found students all wearing pins.

“Deku!” Ochako chirped. “Happy Pride!” Izuku blinked and looked around to see people wearing pins showing various sexualities or gender identities. “Want a pin?” Something about how she said it made Izuku blink but in a split second he smiled and turned to Momo who was waiting.

“Hey, can I get an aromantic pin?” Momo blinked but smiled and nodded. Izuku didn’t notice some faces as he pinned the pin to his jacket, a half-smile on his face as others cheered.

It was nice.

Better then romance any day.

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