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Of All the Gin Joints
Week #17 Prompt: "I can't believe you!" | Word Count: 1938 | Rating: T | POV: Nancy | Characters: Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie | Relationships: Ronance, Steddie, Past Mentions of Stancy, Fruity Four | CW: Language, Alcohol Consumption | Tags: Future Fic, Bisexual Nancy Wheeler, Old Friends, And Maybe New Love, Getting Together, First Kiss
Nancy lets her eyes adjust to the darkness and flashing lights of the club. It's not exactly her comfort zone. But she watches as the men, and the women, move to the beat of the music that's bouncing the speakers, thumping so hard she can feel it in her chest.
She's never been anywhere like this, not really. It's not exactly her scene, never has been.
So, she finds a spot to stand in the corner, leaving a buffer, so she can take it all in. She always needs to study first, she never just dives face-first into anything. Unless it's an emergency. And this? Not an emergency.
This is just an unknown, an exploration of her sexuality that might be coming later than most. She thinks she should have done this sooner. Maybe not the club part, but the acting on her interest in women. But she didn't. Not the women, and definitely not the club, so now she'd like to know more before deciding to be all in on being a club-going person, especially at her age.
Watching, it's clear that everyone seems to be having a really fucking good time, and aren't paying any attention to her clinging to the shadows, like a wallflower.
She's about to maybe make a move more towards the center of the action, when she catches a glimpse of a familiar smile, and she steps to the side to see better, to clear her sightline, to really make sure. And, yes, it is Robin, bouncing, laughing, dancing with a guy, seemingly having a hell of a good time.
It's not Steve, this guy is far too short, and it isn't until he turns that she realizes it's Gareth. He's just chopped off all his curls, which she thinks is kind of a shame.
But, beyond that, she knows if Gareth's here, that means Eddie's here, and if Eddie's here, well...there he is. Steve Harrington, bouncing, hair flying, looking twenty instead of over forty.
Looking free.
And happy. Really, really happy.
She hasn't seen any of them in person in years, only recently watching from afar on the new Facebook thing that she was bullied into joining by Dustin. She's not too mad about it, since it means she gets to see pictures of all her old friends, and gets to know that they're doing okay out in the world, living their lives. At least when she remembers to login and check.
Nancy hasn't decided if she's going to approach them or not. This is new to her, and while she knows they'd be supportive and fun and totally in her corner, she was really only looking to dip her toes in, not plunge headfirst.
But she doesn't get to decide, because Robin's caught sight of her and is waving frantically, with an enthusiasm only Robin can muster. She's missed her, she realizes. Missed all of them.
She sees Robin turn and yell in the other direction, hands flailing, nearly hitting those around her.
She hasn't changed a bit.
So, Nancy waves back, and heads her way. She's kind of glad the decision was made for her. It's easier that way, and she gets to see Robin.
When Nancy approaches, Steve is suddenly there, picking her up and swinging her around so hard, she feels her back pop. She's not sixteen, not anymore, but he doesn't seem to have gotten that message as he squeezes her against him, before finally putting her back on her feet but still doesn't let go.
"I can't believe you! You're here!" Steve says, smiling wide and so fucking happy.
He's glowing.
There's a ring through his eyebrow, and tattoos crawling up his arm, and yet, he looks exactly the same, somehow. Just really, really happy and all grown up.
It's a good look on him. Honestly.
He giggles, squeezing both of her arms, "Nancy Wheeler."
She almost corrects him, but it is Wheeler again. Her divorce was finalized and she took her own name back, and she doesn't expect she'll ever give it up again. It's who she is, and she kind of hates that she ever forgot that.
"Where's Eddie?" Nancy asks, leaning towards Steve's ear, trying to be heard over the music.
"The bar!" Steve screams back, and she looks that way, expecting to see him in line for drinks, but he's behind the bar. Putting on a show, as always.
It's a little mesmerizing. But Eddie Munson always was, for better or worse. He had an unique skill for capturing an audience and refusing to let them go.
Steve wraps his arms around her neck from behind, forcing her to walk in front of him, leading her right towards Eddie.
"Look who I found!" Steve shouts and Eddie grins, leaning up on and over the bar to cup her cheek, kissing the other one.
"Hey, Wheeler. What can I get you?" Eddie asks, waving his arm down the bar in a sweeping fashion.
She isn't sure, so she lets him pick, and he gets to work, sliding and twirling, dragging the bottle upwards as he pours, and she grins. He was made for this, she's pretty sure. Putting a show, holding an audience.
She hadn't realized he was a bartender, but she crawls up on an open bar stool, to watch him work. She expects that Steve will sit down next to her, but instead he walks around behind the bar, and kisses Eddie before he makes himself a drink. It's not as impressive as watching Eddie do it, but it's definitely not Steve's first time behind a bottle either, that's for sure.
"Do you own this bar?" she yells, and they both nod.
Of all the gin joints in all the world, she happened to stumble into theirs.
It really is a small world after all.
She hadn't heard they'd bought a bar. She must be more behind on that Facebook thing than she thought. Or they've owned longer than Facebook has been a thing, and it was old news she'd just missed out on hearing. She'll have to ask Dustin, or Mike. Get filled in on what they know.
"It's great!" she screams back, and it is. It's a little loud, a little overwhelming, but it seems like a really fun atmosphere.
They both smile, and Steve is holding his own drink, and Eddie leans over putting the finishing touches on it. Then Steve's back across the bar, sitting next to her.
"You're here by accident?" Steve shouts to be heard, and she nods. She heard about the queer friendly bar, that wasn't really a club exclusively for young people, and it looked like something she might want to check out, now that she's open to exploring that side of herself.
She should have known she'd be drawn right to Steve, the only other bisexual person she really knows. That's just how these things work with them. There are no accidents. They've all been tied together for a long, long time, even as they've drifted and lived their own, separate lives.
They try to talk over the music, but it's impossible, and Steve takes her by the hand and leads her behind the bar, and into an office. He closes the door, and the sound is suddenly gone. Silenced.
"Soundproofed?" she asks, sitting down on the couch.
Steve nods, "I still get headaches sometimes. It gives me a place to go to get away from the noise if I need to, without having to go all the way home."
"Smart. That's smart," she says, looking around. There are pictures lining the walls, filled with tons of familiar faces.
"It was Eddie's idea," Steve says, grinning, "he just wants me to be comfortable."
Then he smiles a different smile, a softer one, "And nearby."
Nancy smiles back at him, happy he's happy.
"He looks good, by the way," Nancy says, "really good. You both do. Robin, too."
Steve just smiles, because he knows that's true. Time has been kind to them, all of them, it seems.
"Gareth should have kept those curls, though," she teases.
"Don't tell him that, it's a sore spot," Steve says with a grin.
"Mum's the word," she promises.
Then the door opens and closes, Robin sliding inside. She bounces up and down, clapping her hands, "Nance! I can't believe you're here!"
Nancy stands up, and hugs her. Robin isn't as awkward as she was at eighteen. But she's still got that funky style that Nancy's always been a little jealous of, if she's totally honest. That innate ability to just be herself.
Steve is standing there smiling, and then says, "I'll let Robin show you around and catch you up. Eddie'll cry around if I skip out on helping him."
Nancy knows that's not true. Eddie Munson worships the ground Steve Harrington walks on, and has since 1986. At first it felt like Nancy was losing something that she might want again someday, and wanted to bristle up at Eddie. Claim her territory.
But she quickly saw how Steve looked back at Eddie. She knew that look, and well, and she was happy for him, even if it was kind of hard to let that door close for good.
By the time they all went their separate ways, it was pretty obvious Steve and Eddie were in it for the long haul, and probably would always be.
And here they are, still together, and they still look fucking happy.
She's not surprised one bit.
And good for them. She isn't sure what it would be like to pick right the first time. She's picked wrong twice now, and she's not excited to do it again.
Women. She might try women for a while. Forget all about men for a stretch and see how that feels, how it goes.
Robin is sitting next to her, and as soon as the door closes behind Steve, leaving them in quiet again, Robin's asking a million questions.
Always curious, Robin.
Nancy answers them. Mike's good. Three kids that act just like he did, which he definitely had coming.
Robin catches her up on everybody she's still close with that Nancy hasn't seen in a while, and it's nice. Comfortable, like no time has passed.
"You want another drink? Dance? Some food? Anything?" Robin offers.
"Yes," Nancy says, and hell, she thinks she might want it all.
Another couple drinks in, they are bouncing around the dance floor as much as their middle-aged knees will allow, when Nancy reaches forward to brace herself against Robin's hip.
She didn't mean anything by it, but the sudden shift on Robin's face is telling another story.
Oh shit.
Okay, yeah. That.
She steps forward, and Robin meets her halfway. Lips pressing against hers in a way that she only barely let herself think about, in a time gone by. The curiosity was there, down deep, back when they were just getting close. But Nancy didn't know how to define it, how to understand it within herself.
She does now.
Robin's hand slides up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, as she kisses her in a way Nancy's never been kissed. Not by anyone, maybe.
She should have known. She should have realized that this is what she was looking for, missing, late to understanding.
When Robin pulls back, she smiles, and Nancy smiles back, her heart beating hard against her chest.
She wants to do it again.
So she does, leaning up, pressing her lips to Robin's one more time, eager to see where this can go from here.
Hopeful, and excited.
Ready.
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Room's on Fire 4: Tolerate It
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
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Summery: Madonna learns more about her role and the dynamics of the household.
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.
Extra warnings for chapter: 'incubus', emotional abuse, withholding of affection, more panic
This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.
A/n: next chapter things ramp up.
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I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it ~Tolerate It, Taylor Swift
Your bed was comfortable, huge, with pillows and soft comforters all around you giving all the comfort surrounding you that you could need. This is a good thing, considering how exhausted you felt all the time. It was not easy keeping 4 men satisfied. Ben was near constant, and although Will took his time with you and both made you cum, it was still a lot. Francisco avoided you, only fucking you when Pope was there. Pope and Francisco… you didn’t know how to take it.
It was strange seeing your husbands kiss, and you struggled with how little Pope’s eyes were on you. It seemed he could only cum when he looked at Francisco.
You woke up in the middle of the night, a cloud of darkness and pillowy soft as you lay on your back. Consciousness came to you slowly, a deep sleep attempted to keep you down, but the feeling between your legs refused to let you sleep. You were tired, so damn tired and so sore, your arms so heavy you couldn’t even lift them feel at the heaviness on your chest. Why did you hear breathing? Was it your own? You wanted to open your eyes but they were almost sealed shut. Panic began to bubble.
You’d heard of incubus’s before, demons that entered you in your sleep and violated you, but that wasn’t possible, was it? You’d remained sexually pure, physically and emotionally faithful to your husbands and them only. You attended prayers and were the model of wifery. This shouldn’t happen to a faithful servant of Divine Mother. Had you done something wrong? Were you not fulfilling your role? Had you been tainted by the actions of your fathers betrayal?
You were scared.
“Shhhhh” A voice whispered, but you were so delirious from the broken sleep cycle you couldn’t recognize if it was a voice you knew. “Shhhhh, go back to sleep…”
Not sure what to do, scared and completely out of control of your body you tried to fight it, tried to fight off the demon on top of you, but there was no energy left.
You sank into sleep as the rhythmic thrusts rocked you back into the haze.
*
Still tired, still unfocused and unclear, you wake up slowly. When you remember what happened last night, your eyes flash open in a start and the memories come back. They scared you, but the biggest concern was how wet you felt between your legs. Had the demon cum inside you? Were you to become pregnant with a demon's child. Anxious, you throw off the blanket and look down between your legs in your nightgown.
Blood.
You scream, fear from last night clouded any rational judgment and you scream when you see Reyansh.
“What’s going on?!” He rushed in, gun drawn, looking about to room.
“GET OUT!”
He looks back to you, seeing the blood on the bed. He blinks. “Are you… okay?” He looks confused.
It begins to settle on you what happened, and now you’re embarrassed. You throw a pillow at him. “GET! OUT!”
The pillow smacks him right in the face. “Oof!” But after one more check over, eyeing you confused, he leaves.
You got your period. This did not calm your fears. You shouldn’t have your period, you should be pregnant with the savior. Something was wrong, something was horribly fucking wrong and it was somehow your fault. Was last night a nightmare, or were you being haunted? Either way, something was wrong because you were not found worthy.
You were not pregnant.
Bleeding more and more, you needed to take care of this, but you didn’t have any sanitary products… No one expected you to need them.
Wrapping your blanket around your flimsy nightgown, You crack the door open, hands visibly shaking. “Reyansh?”
“Yeah?” He says kindly.
You didn’t want to talk about this with him, as nice as he was. Usually, Jonah was outside your door in the morning. You wanted him. “Um… where’s Jonah?”
“He’s the head of the guard, he went back to his normal duties. I’m gonna be your primary guard.” He chuckles a bit. “Sorry to disappoint.”
No… no you wanted Jonah… you trusted Jonah. “No, um… I want Jonah back, thank you…” You tried to sound in control. You were the Madonna, they needed to listen to you, right?
Reyansh sighs. “I’ll mention to Jonah, but I don’t think that’s happening. Miller wants him focusing on security. He just Jonah be around for a bit because you seemed comfortable.”
Fine. Problem for later. You could feel the blood dripping down. “Well then I want Iris!”
“Why? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He sounded concerned.
“Reyanash please”
“It’s monday, she goes shopping on Mondays, it’ll be a few hou-”
“ARE THERE ANY GIRLS IN THIS DAMN BUILDING!” You snap.
There is a bit of silence before he says. “Ah. I’ll be back.”
When he walks away, you slump against the door and fall down, crying. As you bleed and cry into the comforter, you try not to let the panic settle in. It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. They loved you, they wouldn’t throw you out after one month! They loved you, they loved you, they loved you.
Knock Knock
“Come in…” You whisper, defeated and scoot enough for him to slip in, holding tampons and pads. You didn’t know how to use a tampon, only using pads before. You wanted to preserve your virginity.
“I found these. They’re Iris’s, but she won’t mind.” He tries to hand them to you, but you don’t grab them.
“You can set them on the floor…” You whispered, and he does.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Can you um… if you see Santi, let him know?” Santi was anxiously awaiting to hear if you were pregnant… he’s going to be so disappointed in you.
*
No one came to see you all day. Will and Ben were out in the town, working, and you didn’t expect Francisco, but the fact Pope didn’t show was enough to know he was angry with you. You had asked to talk to him, but Reyansh had said it “wasn’t the time.”
So, you went to your studio, Reyansh sitting outside, and went to work. You’d been working on a portrait of Pope. He liked to sit and watch you paint from behind your easel, but you didn’t tell him what you were painting. It was almost done, and you were adding the details by memory. You loved to study his face, all the fine lines and grays and sharp features of him as he fucked into you. He didn’t understand how much you adored him, how you relished the intimate moments not for the pleasure he gave, but for the closeness it brought.
But he didn’t look at you like you looked at him. When he did, it was almost too much; his eyes were fiery and alite. He made you feel like the center of the entire world when he dd, but for the most part, he didn’t. Not in bed. When he made love to you, if Francisco wasn’t there his eyes were closed.
“So you aren’t pregnant.” His voice broke through your thoughts.
When you look up from your work, he’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed and hip cocked. He was not pleased.
You will yourself not to cry. “I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything as he stalks forward and you set down your brush. He looks at your painting.
“It’s you.” You whisper. It’s his side profile, the background is in flames.
“Am I burning?” He asks, incredulous.
You were quick to disued the idea that you’d paint any harm happening to your beloved husband whom you adored completely. “No! No, not at all! The, the background is, you see?” You use the brush to gesture to his picture. “You’re perfectly unscathed. It’s meant to represent your power… And maybe me?”
He turns at that. “You?”
You nod. “The priestess… she said, well she likened me to fire.”
Pope scoffs before turning to you again. “The Madonna is fire. The mother of the savior is fire. You’ve yet to prove yourself.” He look another look at your portrait and rolls his eyes. “Needs work.” With that he walked away.
*
You had a plan.
Maybe the reason you weren’t pregnant is you hadn’t won them over completely. You had Ben, William, and before this, Pope… the missing piece was Francisco.He wanted nothing to do with you, and how could you become pregnant when he didn’t want you? You were supposed to be one, a cohesive unit bound together. You needed him, and you needed to win back Pope.
Iris hadn’t been keen on the idea; she didn’t like people in her space, except for Reyansh it seemed. She allowed you in her kitchen with him if there were tasks she was comfortable letting you handle, or if you promised to stay out of her way. Today,however, you begged and pleaded to take over. You had very few personal items, but you had a cookbook from your mother, and you knew how to use it. It wasn’t like you were an amazing cook; that was Iris, she was incredible, but you were what you were doing.
“C’mooooon” Reyansh said, arms propped up against the table holding up his face as he gazed at her. “Take the night off.”
She laughed, but it wasn’t bad natured. She smiled when she talked to him. You wondered if they were in love, but no one had said anything. You hadn’t wanted to assume… but Reyansh looked her Iris the way Will looked at you.
“It wouldn’t be a night off, I’d have to stay here and make sure she doesn’t fuck it all up because it’s still my responsbility”
“I won’t mess it up!” You insist, following after her as she put groceries away. “I used to cook big meals for my dormitory all the time! And anything goes wrong I’ll take the blame!”
“No.”
You run in front of her, looking at her face pleadingly. “Iris, please, I’m begging you, I need to prove to them I can be a good wife!”
Iris looked at you, and you didn’t care how pathetic you looked. You needed this. She turns to Rey.
“You could work on something here while she cooks, free up a little time tonight.” Did he wink at her?
It’s working, you can see her thinking. “Well… I guess I could work on my sewing… it would be nice to get ahead of work…”
“YES! YES YES YES YES!” You jump and hug her, and you catch her and Reyansh smiling at each other.
*
It took 2 hours, but you never asked for help once. Rey tried to help, but you wanted it to be all on your own. Instead, he helped Iris darn socks and fix holes and tighten or loosen clothes. At one point, Iris came up to you and checked a few measurements on your body but wouldn’t tell you for what.
The meal was extensive, 7 courses.
Muse-Bouche: Miniature crab cakes with a spicy remoulade sauce.
Soup: Creamy butternut squash soup.
Appetizer: Olives stuffed with blue cheese.
Salad: Arugula and pear salad with a honey mustard dressing.
Main Course: Herb-crusted salmon
Cheese Course: Pepper jack was all you had, but it’d do.
Dessert: Dark chocolate mousse with raspberries.
When it was done, you were sweating, ready to run off and change before helping serve the appetizer course with Iris, when she stopped you.
“Here” Iris places a fabric in your hands, lavender and lacy.
You blink. “What’s this?”
She pushed you out the door towards the bathroom to change. “A new dress, thought tonight was a good night to debut it.”
It was stunning. All made out of lavender lace, with straps but also the soft fabric going off your shoulders. It was short, about knee length, and an a-line skirt. You looked beautiful, you had to admit. You didn’t like to be prideful, but this was really Iris’s doing
*
“And what did we do to deserve such a treat?” Will said, drinking his whiskey on ice in the parlor as you served the appetizer and muse-brouche. His eyes scanned over your body hungrily, and you had a feeling you’d be blessed with his mouth tonight.
You smile up at him, then try to catch the gaze of your other husbands. Francisco’s eyes averted to the floor, and Pope’s were icy cold. When you’d knocked on his door, excited and grinning to tell him you had cooked a feast for them all, he was unimpressed. Francisco was in his room, and you felt like you interrupted something, saying they’d be down in a few.
“Just wanted to show my appreciation for having such wonderful husbands.” You go on your tippytoes to kiss Will’s cheek Out of the corner of your eye, Iris passes Ben and you see her quickly turn around, and Will snaps.
“Ben!”
Ben flips his brother off. You don’t know what he did.
During the meal, the rest of the courses are served by Iris and Reynash. You haven't quite figured out Reyansh’s role here. He seemed to do a little bit of everything, lower level security that filled a variety of roles. Or maybe he was just around Iris a lot and she put him to work, you didn’t know.
Will and Benny complimented you, Benny wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you deeply as he told you how delicious it was.
You even get a small smile and thank you from Francisco, which is more than you got most days, and he let out a quiet mm eating the soup. It was a good sign, but it wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted him to love you, you wanted him to adore you the way you adored him.
You wanted Pope to look at you with anything but disappointment.
“Do you like the desert, Pope?”
He didn’t look up. You’d picked this out just for them, knowing how much he liked chocolate, and Iris said Raspberries were Francisco’s favorite fruit.
“Did Iris make this?” He said, poking at the half-eaten cake.
“N-no, I made…”
“Hm.” Pope stood up, setting down his napkin. “I can tell.”
He pulled at Francisco's collar and Francosco followed after him. Ben took the rest of their cake.
“God fuck’n DAMN!” The youngest man shouted with a mouthful of chocolate. “Baby I’m gonna fuck you so good for this.”
Will took your hand. “We love the food, princess.” He kissed you tender. “Thank you so much for taking care of us.”
“It’s…” You stare off at the wall, your heart breaking in pieces but trying not to show it. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for what you were given by your two loves… but you needed them all. You were incomplete without them. “It’s my honor to take care of my husbands…” You say quietly.
He sighed, taking your chin in his hands and lifting them up to his blue eyes. “Madonna, look at me.” You do. “Pope is… he’s complicated. His moods come and go, it’s not personal.”
“But… I think it is… because Francisco doesn’t like me either…” You hate how weak your voice sounds. You want to be strong, you want to be the goddess you are but you aren’t sure how.
Ben’s mouth is full as he talks. “Frank don’t know a pretty girl if she slapped him, don’t worry about him.”
But you did, you did worry about both of them. You worried they wouldn’t love you the way you loved them.
You spent the night with Will and Ben. On your hands and knees you pleasured Ben with your mouth with Will stuffing himself in your cunt, both brothers showering you in praise and love. Will was unbothered by the blood it seemed, nor by the way your body was bloated with your period. They must have known how badly you needed reassurance, because after Ben pulled out of your mouth to cum inside your hole lubed up with his brother’s cum, they took care of you. Will cleaned you up and placed underwear with a fresh pad under you while Ben laid your head on his lap, caressing your hair until you fell asleep.
Or pretended to. You heard their conversation as they left you in your bed.
“You gotta take it easier on her, Ben”
“What was that if not easy. She literally fell asleep on my lap, that was romantic as fuck.”
“Not today, today was fine, I mean in general and you have got to stop with-”
“Shh!”
“Well if it’s supposed to be a secret maybe stop pinching her ass in public!”
“Oh for-” Your eyes open just slightly, you watch Ben drag Will out of your room. They continue arguing outside your door but you can’t hear them.
You don’t sleep that night. Terror of the night before consuming you, fear of the demon or the nightmare or whatever it was an anxiety that your husbands didn’t love you anymore. Pope you could understand. You’d disappointed him, you’d mess up… But Francisco never wanted you, you can see that now. Were you that attractive? Unpleasant? He was clairvoyant, could he see into your heart that you weren’t worthy?
You felt another panic attack coming. Fear was surrounding you and the dark room didn’t help matters. You needed something, you needed someone’s reassurance but you couldn’t go to Ben and Will, afraid of what they’d say. Did you not trust them enough?
Jonah’s voice in your head. ‘if you ever need anything, anyone cause you problems you come to me, alright?’
Soon, you found yourself at Jonah’s door in his quarters, knocking. You were barefoot and in our nightgown, but it was the least of your worries. You needed help, and you trusted him.
When he opened the door, his loose sleep shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest and light sweats on the bottom half, his eyes were wide.. “What are you doing here?!” He whispers, looking down both sides of the hall and yanking you inside his room.
It was simple, but clean for the most part. There was a pair of boxers on the floor and a bottle of whiskey vodka opened on the bedside table.
“Hey!” He whisper-shouted, not looking pleased. “What the hell are you doing here?” He repeats a little harsher this time.
You blink. “I… you said if I needed something to come to you?”
“I-” He sighs, softening a little but still looking irritated. Or angry. You couldn't tell which. “Yes, yes I did, but honey it’s 2 AM, is this an emergency?”
Your lips quiver, eyes filling with tears. “Francisco doesn’t love me.”
He looked more confused than before. “Huh?”
You begin sobbing loudly. “Francisco doesn’t love me! And I messed up with Pope and now he’s mad but I, I can fix that but it’s Francisco! He doesn’t want me here! He doesn’t want me to be his wife-”
Your mouth is suddenly covered “SHHHHH!!!” The back of your head is thrust against the wall and you’re suddenly scared and confused. Jonah pinches his brows together, eyes closed. “Hon, that’s not- this isn’t an emergency” His body was pressed up against yours, and as soon as he realized it, he moved back but his hand on your face. It’s large, and you think it could cover your whole face.
You tried to tell him it was to you, that this is your life, your future, but your mouth was covered by his rough, calloused hand and his dark brown eyes so close to yours. You could feel his breath on your face. He’d been drinking.
He mutters a few swears, lets go of your mouth before running fingers through his graying hair. More swears.
“C’mon, let’s go.” He took your hand and cracked the door open, checking the hall again before pulling you out and dragging you several doors down the corridor, his loose shirt fluttering.
Iris opened the door to his knocks, and as soon as she saw you crying she ripped your hand out of Jonah’s and pulled you behind her. “What did you do!” She hissed quietly.
Jonah raised his hands in defense. “Nothing! She showed up-”
“Why is she wearing lingerie!”
He smacked his head. “It’s not like that, Iris! I didn’t touch her! She showed her here panicking about those assholes but you need to get her back to her room!”
You couldn’t see Iris’s face, but you got the feeling she didn’t believe him. “He’s telling the truth.” You whimpered through your tears. “I came to him,” Iris turned to you. “Because I was having a panic attack, but he didn’t touch me…” You didn’t tell her the close proximity he was his, his mouth on your face. You didn’t think it happened for the reason Iris thought it did.
She held onto your hand, pausing, then spoke. “Go.”
Jonah looked at you once more, guilt on his face before he nodded, telling her to talk to him when she got back.
Iris took you back to your room, turning on the light and facing you. “You cannot be alone with Jonah like that, do you understand me?”
You weren’t sure why she was so aggressive. Jonah was no danger to you. “He didn’t-”
“I don’t care what he didn’t do this time, but you need to listen to me, you are dangerous fucking territory, and you need to watch your back every fucking step before you or someone else ends up dead, got it? Don’t be stupid.”
She slammed the door behind her.
You only slept when you cried out all your energy.
WELL WELL WELL I gave some Jonah description for you horny Jonah girlies....
BUT ALSO! Jonah lore??? Why did Iris freak out?
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Weekly Fic Rec 47
I'M BACK! I hope everyone had a Happy Holiday and a lovely New Year :) I think this might be my longest fic rec list yet! Enjoy everyone!
5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manon + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Batfam, complete. Part of the Settle Our Bones series. Tim joins the batfam early. I'm pretty sure I've read this fic before, but I really enjoyed it. It was nice to read while I was on break.
Rail-Splitter, Brain-Splitter by motleyfam - Batfam, complete. Part of the same series as above. Dick, Jason, and Tim go on an outing together and Dick gets a killer migraine. Hurt/Comfort ensues.
locked in, locked out by scarletazure - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets stuck in a dating simulator. Shenanigans ensue.
Reborn as a scum villain in a novel by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Bruce dies and is transmigrated into the scum villain character in a novel. Shenanigans ensue.
Steady hands (ragged breathing) by loosingletters - Batfam, wip. Instead of growing up as rich heir to the Wayne family, he grows up as Bruce Kane, bastard child of Thomas Wayne, in the Narrows. Don't worry, he still becomes Batman :)
My Thanks to Ms. Monroe by loosingletters - Batfam, complete. Domestic abuse. Janet and Tim leave Jack. They go to Bruce for help.
everybody talks, everybody talks by fantalaimon - Superbat & Batfam, complete. Clark and Dick start a Bruce support group with other batfam and loved ones. Bruce finds out, feels ensue.
I saw dad kiss Santa Claus by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat & Batfam, complete. Clark dresses up as Santa and kisses Bruce. The kids catch them in the act.
A kindred bond by Nyszu - Superbat, wip. Bruce gets kidnapped by an evil Superman, but is rescued by his Superman. I might have done a happy dance when I saw this fic update again :D :D :D
anything in your life more wonderful by januariat - Timkon, complete. A lovely, smutty Timkon fic :)))))
slow dancing in the dark by scarletazure - Superbat, complete. Omg, I loved this fic SO MUCH. I remember one of the updates happened when I was driving 10+ hours to my parents for the holidays. It was a nice little treat to read at the end of the day to decompress :) Anyway, Bruce and Clark get temporary amnesia, sleep together, get there memories back, but continue to sleep together as a "Friends with Benefits" thing. These fails when they both catch feelings for each other. Shenanigans ensue.
Sure on this shining night by mediant - Superfam, complete. Kara tries to recreate a Kryptonian dish for one of their holidays. It fails, but she gets some help from Martha, as well as some bonding time with Clark and Kon.
flash in the pan by shipyrds - Superbat, complete. Another fic where the whole "Friends with Benefits" thing fails miserably. Clark and Bruce get caught in there civilian personas making out at a gala. They try to do some damage control by fake dating and then an eventual break-up. Feelings ensue.
everybody says shipyrds - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets kidnapped by some aliens that say he's Superman's soulmate, and they want to use him as leverage to get Superman's help. The whole soulmate thing is news to Bruce. Shenanigans ensue.
Place we were made by loosingletters - Batfam, complete. An interesting take on Omegaverse! Omegas can claim territory, so Bruce (an omega) as Batman claims all of Gotham as his territory. Shenanigans ensue.
a diamond sky by TheResurrectionist - Pennywaynes, complete. Pennywaynes my B E L O V E D. From a room full of coral series. A look at Alfred, Thomas, and Martha's relationship in an omegaverse setting.
'Cause Heaven Only Knows by loosingletters, papered_king - Batfam, complete. NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JA-
glitter & silk by sparkycap - Batfam, complete. A newly adopted Jason meets some of Bruce's friends after a night out as "Brucie". A neat fic about Bruce being bisexual, hanging out with some lady friends (painting his nails! love!!), and comforting Jason.
So Sweet Saluteth Me by Lishalalalalala - Batfam, complete. A sleep deprived Jason hangs out with Dick and they go to a farmers market. The sleep deprivation is why Jason agrees with Dick to take lunch to Bruce. Yeah, sure :)
bitty batty baby vigilante crew by deargalileo - Batfam, complete. BABY TIM AND STEPH AS VIGILANTES!!!! This causes some minor (major) stress for Batman.
Half in Love by timeturners - Superbat, wip. Another identity porn fic! I'll always read them, you can't stop me!!!
incendiary by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. Fem Bruce tries to hide her feelings about Clark. This fails. Sexy shenanigans ensue.
Darkest Little Paradise by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, complete. It's New Years Eve! Bruce is lonely at a gala and Clark is alone in Metropolis, so they both need someone to kiss to bring in the New Years. Kissing happens, as well as other, lovely smutty things :)))))))))))))
i told you something safe by quidhitch - Superbat, complete. Batman and Superman get injured and pinned down in an explosion with Kryptonite. Clark almost dies. He deals with the realization that he almost dies and the emotions that come with it. Bruce helps.
hold on loosely by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. A 5+1 fic! Five times the batkids get sick and benched and the one time it happens to Bruce.
10 times they slept together, and one time SLEPT TOGETHER by JarJarBlink182 - Superbat, complete. A 10+1 fic! I think the title speaks for itself :)
ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. THIS FIC!!!!!!!! IT'S FINALLY COMPLETE!!!!!!!!!! If you haven't read it yet, PLEASE give it a read!! An identity porn fic where Clark becomes a fic writer to pay some bills. He writes for the ship Bruceman (Batman/Bruce). Bruce becomes a fan artist for the ship too. SO MUCH SHENANIGANS ENSUE.
The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. Bruce Wayne and Wade Wilson (Deadpool) are brothers. NEED I SAY MORE????
Toes in the Sand by minnow_doodle_doo - Batfam, complete. Ngl, I was sobbing at the end of this fic, it was sooo gooood! A peak into the future, where Jason has kids and Bruce is a grandpa :)
Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. What if Clark was a little more alien and Bruce (as well as Gotham) was a little more eldritch? The latest chapters have been A TREAT to read!!!
Patchwork Pod by KtKat9 - Superbat, wip. Mer Bruce fic! Connor is getting to know Clark and Mer Tim a bit more. Adorable sheep are involved :)
(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions - Superbat, wip. The latest chapter of this identity porn fic almost had me on the floor laughing, omg. Robin stole the whole chapter for me, he was so ADORABLE and SASSY!
Emergency Contract by Elegitre - Batfam, complete. Tim lists Bruce, his next door neighbor, as his emergency contact, not expecting him to ever be contacted. GUESS WHAT HAPPENS???? :)))))))
a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the omegaverse Superbat fic that I have been OBSESSED about. Jason finally meets Superman. Unfortunately, he was not aware yet that Clark is Superman.
Happy reading!
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I got honey bear and I think it would perfectly fit our underrated hedonistic feral trashpanda of a man, Ezra 👀
Thank you, LJ! 🥰
Darling Fanna, you know I had to give you the best I could possibly fathom. You are always so supportive and kind, and the best way I could think of to thank you was to make Ezra get absolutely WRECKED.
Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader
Position: Honey Bear
Word Count: 1917 (a big sendoff for a wonderful bangathon!)
Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, bisexual reader, Dom!Reader, bratty switch!Ezra, mentions of wlw, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), anal play, rimming (m receiving), fingering (m receiving), biting, brief noncon thought (not acted on), cum play, cum eating/swapping, everyone is filthy and having a great time.
Notes: Here it is! The final Bangathon request! And I tried my hardest to make it as filthy, as bangable, as explosive as possible for an excellent finish! (how many more sex jokes can I cram in here?) Thank you for giving me the perfect final request, and thank everyone for reading and coming on this sexy month-long sleepover with me!
The moment you rise to the challenge, you know you’ve made a mistake.
The other prospectors in your group had been drinking, something strong and sour-sweet they must have brewed from the plant life. Algora had many mysterious treasures hidden amongst its flora, including the delicate stamens from an indigo-gold flower you were collecting. You’d taken a few too many swigs of the hooch yourself, chasing the rotten flavor with faux chocolate ration bars. The slow unclenching of your muscles must have also unfurled your tongue when they began bragging of conquests.
“So much talk for a bunch of men who’ve never made a woman cum,” you drawl out, the boisterous negations rising as you slide your eyes to your target. Ezra - loquacious, boastful, self-assured survivor of the Green - doesn’t add to the noise. Instead he traces the inseam of his pants, and flickers his eyes up to catch yours. You hold them, challenging, but he only lets a secret smile curl his lip.
“And how many have you made crash against the rocks of pleasure, Quick?” he says, voice carrying over the din even though he barely raises it. The men simmer at the stare-down. Ezra had given them all cutting nicknames, but your own - quicklime, caustic, harsh, explosive - gave you a thrill you’d never admit.
“Many more than you,” you shoot back, peeling your fingers into a V and flicking your tongue lewdly between them. The men shout and jeer, but their voices fade into obscurity as you stand against the man who’d been haunting your nights. Stalking outside your tent, sometimes lingering too long, his shadow stretched across the canvas. More than once you’d admired his silhouette jerking off as quietly as possible, prideful lust burning through your veins. Let him look on and desire, you’d think before indulging yourself.
“Maybe so,” Ezra says nonchalantly, tossing back the last of the foul liquor and licking the pad of his thumb. Your cunt aches, too long without a satisfying partner, and too much alcohol pulsing in your intimate flesh.
“Don’t be sore, Ez, I could ruin you just as well,” you toss out, throat closing up the moment you say it. The challenge is too bold in such company, but it’s too late to take it back. Ezra’s eyes blaze, the sharp flash of teeth catching the light before smoothing into a bored eyebrow raise.
“Maybe so.”
You excuse yourself soon after, whoops and promises of mind-blowing nights following. You wave them off dismissively, knowing not a single man would dare try and test your patience. Rickel still has trouble kneeling from the slash you gave the inside of his thigh. Stripping down in your tent, you scrub the sweat and grime from your body. As the mud joins the rest on your dirt floor, the zip of your tent opens. Fury burns quick and hot in your chest, snatching at a knife by the bucket and spinning around.
“Your offer intrigued me.”
Ezra steps inside the tent flap, zipping it shut behind him. Lowering the knife, you stand in naked glory, preening while his dark eyes roam your wet skin. He lingers by your throat, and the thatch of curls framing your sex.
“I wondered when you might gather up the courage to come inside,” you say, toweling yourself dry as he steps closer.
“Does it not make your heart race, standing just on the precipice of something?” Ezra reaches for your skin, but you toss the sopping rag at him instead.
“You're filthy. If you want to know my touch, clean yourself first.”
You actually prefer it that way, musky and sweaty when you indulge, but delight in Ezra following orders. He strips free of his sweat-stained clothing, squeezing water over the hard planes of his back. Even reaching for your soap, lathering it in his armpits, scrubbing his fingernails, and then sudsing his cock. His eyes hood with desire as he strokes himself, letting you watch him grow generously. Another squeeze of water leaves bubbles to pop in the dirt, and Ezra drying himself with your towel.
“Lie down,” you order, and he obeys with amusement in his eyes. You suspect he’s often the one in charge, but his flushed cock twitches at your tone. “Arms up,” you add, and while he raises his eyebrows he lifts his hands above his head, resting them on the pillow under it.
By Kevva he looks gorgeous like this, a feast to be devoured. You hurry to straddle him, sliding your fingers up his arm to press his hands into the bed.
“You promised ruin,” he teases, lifting his jaw to steal a kiss, but you raise just out of reach. The distraction is perfect, because just as he pouts you close the restraints around his wrists.
The change is electric; his face hardens, eyes turning flinty and indignant with the start of anger, but you grip his chin and hold him to your gaze.
“You’ll have to trust me,” you say. The moment crackles between you, waiting for him to refuse. Instead he lays back and chuckles.
“You know, with this right hand I can easily escape these bonds,” he says, and you catch him trying to gain advantage. Sliding off his lap, you slip between his thighs instead.
“Does it feel pain?” you ask, dragging your nails slowly down his chest. He arches, a strangled noise in his throat. A pearly drop of precum beads at the tip of his cock, and you spread it across his silky head.
“Not a lick,” he chokes out. Leaning forward, your hips pressing into the cradle of his, you sink your teeth into his bicep just below the pink line of his true flesh. Fisting his cock, you rut your hips into him, a firm stroke up and down punching a groan from Ezra’s slack lips. The prosthetic flesh feels realistic, and something primal, animal, roars forward. You bite as hard as you can, past the point where you would have drawn blood, and let the adrenaline rush through. Humping into Ezra’s taut body, you jerk his cock in time with your panted breaths, feral with his body finally at your will.
“Quick, fuck, vicious little thing,” Ezra snarls, pulling against the restraints but not breaking free. You release, sitting back on your heels and admiring the ring of teeth you’ve left on his faux skin.
“You’ll have ruin, Ez,” you say, voice thick with promise as you shuffle down to your elbows. He watches you with hazy curiosity as you lift his legs over your shoulders, knees hinging to grip your back. He keens out, and you’re suddenly very aware of how empty and dripping your cunt is.
“If your sharp mouth has anything to do with it, I will not have the resolve to resist for long,” he hisses, hips canting as he tries to reach your lips. You reward him with a kiss to the tip and a swirl of your tongue, but dip lower instead.
“You’ll just have to try harder,” you challenge before pushing his thighs up and pressing your tongue to his tender asshole. There’s no gentle warm-up; you roll and flutter the muscle hard against his tight ring. Ezra’s hips shoot up off the bed, the rattle of the restraints loud and frantic.
“Fuck, Quick, fuck, fuck, by Kevva, you’re…never…I’ve…stop, please, I can’t…you’re…” Ezra can barely make a thought, which brings more pride than you thought you could gain from wrecking his perspective on pleasure. You continue your onslaught, easing back enough to let him catch his breath before forcefully fucking him with your clever tongue. You’d eaten out women who writhed and begged less, and every plea and racking sob you pull from his battered throat goes straight to your cunt. Wishing you’d fitted one of your toys in your neglected pussy, you settle for rocking against the worn mattress, just enough pressure to ease some of your mounting need.
Once you set a steady rhythm of stroking his weeping cock and breaching his greedy ass, you know he’s done for. He roars through clenched teeth, half-formed promises of how he’ll fuck you until you can’t speak, the debauched things he wants to do to you. You reward the ones you like with a scrape of your teeth, jolting his hips under your mouth.
“Quick, please,” he groans, the edge of his sanity lost in his voice. You finally relent, lifting your head and glowing at his flushed body, shaking with unshed tears.
“Tell me,” you order, and everything stops. That’s worse for him, his hips punching up as he struggles to focus.
“Can you be…inside me?” he asks, voice raw from overuse. You smirk at him, wiggling your free fingers.
“How many?”
Ezra’s head lolls back as he heaves in a breath. “Two. Please, two.”
Slicking your fingers with spit, you circle his rim. “Deep breath, then let it out.” Ezra complies, and at the top of his sigh you slide your fingers in. The rest of his breath whooshes out, clamping down on the tips.
“Relax,” you soothe, giving him a few strokes up and down his cock to redirect his attention. When he’s still tight and shuddering you scold, “Ez, if you don’t relax I’m gonna have to force them in.”
“Fuck!” he curses, and a new wave of slick gathers in your folds. Would he like that? You taking what you want from him, pleasure be damned? Or would that only make it better for him? You lower your voice, huskier, sultrier.
“Take them, Ez.”
Just like that he relaxes around you, letting you slide in to your knuckles.
“See? Isn’t that good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you now, Ez?”
“Please, Quick. Want it so bad.”
You rock your fingers inside him, finding the soft spot that rolls his eyes back and lengthens his neck. He’s close, cock impossibly hard in your hand and toes curling against your back. Grinding against the bed you chase your own pleasure, waiting for his body to tense up hard before wrapping your lips around his head and flooding your mouth. He snaps his hips up sharply, spilling his seed with frantic shouts and gasps.
You work him through the aftershocks, holding his cum on your tongue until he’s beginning to soften in your mouth. Lifting off, you slip his legs back to the bed and lean over his chest, lips pursed. Before you can dribble his own spend back on his overheated skin, he opens his mouth and lays out his tongue. Your cunt clenches, crawling up his body as he waits patiently. Opening your mouth, you let his cum slide from your tongue to his, finally sealing your lips together. He licks greedily in, swallowing down his taste. You groan, tangling your fingers in his hair and smearing your neglected cunt against his stomach. When you finally come up for air, his eyes are glassy and ravenous.
“Now yours,” he says, a weak order but one you’re willing to follow.
“Let me take these off you,” you say, fingers circling his chafed wrists. He shakes his head, lifting his chin with that wicked smile returning to his sinful lips.
“Once I get my hands on you, Quick, you’ll truly be done for.”
Straddling his face, you put a firm hand in his short hair. “Maybe so.”
Unfortunately for your productivity the following day, he’s right.
END
LJ’s Bangathon 2023
#ezra prospect x you#ezra prospect x f!reader#ezra prospect x reader#ezra prospect fic#ezra prospect fanfiction#prospect fanfic#prolix fics
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Smallville 4x02 *chanting* clois clois clois cloisss
Why are they psychoanalyzing each other already lmaoooo
that's some quality yeeting😌
First of all, MOTHER. Second, imagine being able to pull off that orange jacket, I could never
"Lois!!😳😨" The queen doing queen shit while Clark is just standing there clutching his pearls, THEE DYNAMIC
Why is her dad so extra tho💀
I'm having so much fun right nowwww🤗 Have I mentioned that I love Lois? Because I love her a lot
Clark being super upfront with his parents never stops warming my heart🥹
name a more entertaining duo I'll wait
both Lana and Clark seem quite different from season 3, it's almost jarring
PLSSS imagine if he was wrong💀💀
Women supporting women, we love to see it😌
an understatement if I've ever heard one💀
"The awkward tension is just getting started." Lois I love you
I'm memeing the hell out of this episode just so you know
"I can see why you're in love with her." *the bisexual Lois agenda*
Clark: "Look you're really not the person I wanna talk to about this."
Clark, 5 seconds later: "So here's what happened-"
she looks so pretty here it's insane actually
"To keep an eye on me, is that it, boss?" ugh the way she says that is so hot don't ask me why
"My heart isn't exactly what it used to be." They keep reminding me and I hate it😭😭
Clark is having some unpleasant flashbacks right now🤡
watching Lionel get stabbed like whatever, he'll survive🤷🏻♀️ Anyway, back to what I was saying-
askajskajsak the old geezer💀😭
the love of my life everyone
"I don't know how you ever survived without me." I feel like she's saying that to me but also YES, Lois saving Clark since day one👏👏 (flash forward to Loisidiedwhenyouleft he literally CANNOT survive without her I'm-)
bless🥹
He's like gimme credit I did good work too Lois acknowledge meeee🥺
Chloe's like can y'all stop making prolonged eye contact I almost got murdered and I wanna go home👀
🙏🕯Manifesting Lionel in prison and out of commission for as many episodes as possible🕯🙏
Jonathan defending Lex while Clark won't have it? Oh, how the turntables...
"It's funny isn't it? After everything we've been through, I thought it would take us longer to get over it." OOUCH
"Us?" He's like in what universe-
"Yeah, you and Lois."
"Lois? She's bossy. She's stuck up, she's rude. I can't stand her."
Clark Kent, you beautiful beautiful clown🤡 Look at the face this mf made when he said the first part, "she's bossy😍😏😍"
"Do you believe in destiny?" "I don't want to."
yeaaah he really doesn't😬
The more Lex emotionally controls the situation when he's with Lionel, the less threatening Lionel is. Really makes you realize that he only has as much power as Lex allows him to have, if Lex stops caring (which I don't think he ever fully will but I digress), Lionel becomes irrelevant. Even if he still managed to outsmart Lex in whatever way, as long as Lex just shrugs it off like "Whatever old man, smart move I guess." any victory on Lionel's end really loses its impact🤷🏻♀️
I still want to know how old Jason is btw👀
#ellie's smallville thoughts#smallville#4x02#clark kent#lois lane#chloe sullivan#lex luthor#lana lang#clois#lionel luthor
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Happy 4:15 in the morning. I'm doing flash headcanons for Sexuality. (Authors Note: took a break and made breakfast potatoes. It's now 7:00 am and I have my father's love.)
Warning: Lack of Heterosexuality
I may or may not be high so; here we go:
Heartslabyul:
Riddle: he's bi. He insists he's straight but he's lying to himself. You'll get it one day sweetie. Leans more to guys.
Ace: BI. BISEXUAL DISASTER. This man experienced bi panic when he saw Epel and Deuce in a room together. (He thought Epel was a chick...) Also. Acesexual. (get it. Asexual? Acesexual? I'm a comedian.)
Deuce: Gay. His mother is supportive.
Cater: unlabeled. He hates labeling anything about himself. If asked will say he's gay but if you get to know him he'll be honest.
Trey: Pansexual. It's the vibes. Nothing else needs to be said.
Savanaclaw:
Leona: Gay. Would never want a women. Don't be mistaken he greatly respects women he's just not attracted to them. At all.
Jack: Pan. Another man that drinks his respect women juice.
Ruggie: acesexual demi romantic. You have to know him first.
Octavinelle:
Azul: Questioning... He knows he likes men... he's working on it. Just tells people he's gay while he figures it out.
Jade: Gay. Pulls women though. He's polite in rejecting them.
Floyd: Unlabeled. Ask him to give him a label and he'll flip you off.
Scarabia:
Kalim: Asexual Panromantic. The sweetest.
Jamil: Bi. Pulls everyone.
Pomefiore:
Vil: Queer. He's something?
Rook: again. Gay. I don't think this needs to be explained.
Epel: questioning
Ignihyde:
Idia: Gay. He doesn't really care though. he just knows.
Ortho: Ortho doesn't know yet. Idia explained LGBTQ stuff to Ortho (since a lot of people on campus are queer) but Ortho really young so he doesn't really think about it. (Also. Robot)
Diasomnia:
Malleus: He's clearly gay but Lilia hadn't given him the talk.
Silver: I would say Malleus's applies to Silver but Silver is Bi.
Sebek: Internalized Homophobia. It's okay for other people to be gay just not him. Anyways Gay.
Lilia: The original gay. All gays evolved from him.
Staff:
Crowley: Aroace. 'Ew romance' (he says that everytime he catches students making out in odd places)
Crewel: Gay. And extremely supportive.
Trein: Y'know what. I'm going to be brave here. Token straight. Ally.
Vargas: Bi. Incredibly Bi.
Sam: Gay. Gay black man. (Authors Note: met a black gay once during an open dance thing and he hyped me up the entire time. He had the coolest pride baseball jacket thing? It has a rainbow on it. Dee if you're out there I love you <3.)
Other:
Lucius: A... Cat?
Neige: Pansexual. He has the pan colours.
Che'nya: A... Gay Cat?
Najma: that is a LESBIAN. Probably the most similar character to me! So she's a lesbian.
Marja: Ally! You go grandma!
Cheka: Cheka doesn't know much about gay people... He asked dad but he just said 'Oh yeah. Leona's gay!' Cheka doesn't know what that means.
Authors Note: According to the wiki; Neige is taller than Vil. NEIGE IS 6,3. let that sink in. 6,3. That's not possible. That's a fucking lie. These guys are SKYSCRAPERS. Anyways in the wiki it also says that Vil wears 13 CENTIMETER HEELS? That's like. 5-6 inches. Which is probably why Vil looks taller than Neige in the story...
#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#deuce spade#cater diamond#trey clover#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#silver vanrouge#lilia vanrouge#dire crowley#divus crewel#mozus trein#ashton vargas#twst sam#twst lucius#najma viper#neige leblanche#chenya
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ok everyone i watched lemonade mouth and do revenge tonight. i wanted to share my notes from lemonade mouth or at least the highlights. (edit from later jk i posted nearly every thought soooo sorry) not much to say abt the other one it was okay. lemonade mouth is my baby though
wen is such a hater
queer as hell movie
i like that this movie doesnt talk down to its audience it's still silly but it treats each character like a full person and it's earnest
flashes into their lives to get to their destiny to meet. i heart storytelling
TURBO BLAST.
'use your voice' ok dyke. sounds like jo maskin
'this is the underground (in all caps)' oh this is so rife with queer pleasures
principal brennigan.... what does this say abt society.....
this is so like gay club queer joy i know a place moment fates colliding queer utopia
music is everything adn everything is love btw
none of the girls are in competition for any of the guys and in fact are arguably queer coded. i mean overall obv the group is
showing the power of queer joy
like MUNA
random little commercial jingle was so catchy
people that have known and paid attention to each other forever and challenge each other to be their best selves through their very existence soulmatism. olivia and wen btw
WEN IS SUCH A HATER LOSER
dynamic lighting <333
'just because you cant see the agony doesnt mean it isnt there' ok gayass
'i could start a revolution' broccoli close up. hilarious theyre just fuckin around
naomi scott brings a comfortable bisexuality to her characters. me when im just saying shit
SOMEBODY.im gonna kill myself.
HAYLEY BG VOCALS OKKKKKKKKK
'or cher' get his ass mo
stella is a true action forward activist im obsessed with her. she and hazel callahan bottoms should team up and rig the school with bombs
lemonade mouth is such a sincere true inside joke for a band name they are all so lovely. theyre my losers club
Determinate. Get determined! Revolution
bridgit mendler egot when
'i like when you smile' theyre just giddy weirdo soulmates
taking away pride?????????? (lemonade)
corporate buyouts. capitalist ownership and what that entails
control
wen who cant deal with change whos living in honor of his mother's memory and his sense of idealistic family and those rigid definitions and olivias odd broken family and beautiful unconventional relationship with her grandmother and opened up raw vulnerability that she tries to protect but exudes in her songwriting largely inspired around and by him
adult babies. ok
FAGGOT BRENNIGAN!!!!! sorry
idk if this is a strange observation but it's relieving that it's not a huge deal for the boys to go in the girl's bathroom to be supportive and lovely to their friend
lemonade. symbol of hope revolution pride also fruity
i used to live and breathe for mo's little bass shimmy
disability representation ayo
mo's back vocals okayyyyyyy also the little dance!!!!
distributing lemonade to the masses!!!!!! proletariat comrades!!!
why r they literally revolutionaries im screaming
'political tirade' 'complete'y disruptive' slayyy
'decisions i make are for the good of this school' ok fascist
flagging
Dante's pizzeria -> HELL!?!
'maybe... we do matter' 'of course we do' ok yippee gay people <3
shes so gone... i just felt so understood
naomi has such a beautiful voice. the naomis should combine naomi scott produced her own shit it would be sooooo cool
olivia being forced to accept her full grief for her mother
friends are everything btw
seeing things in the clouds... natural human inclination to find purpose in everything
'i wish my dad would ignore me' REAL. it's complicated
dad in prison - i feel like they didnt touch that sort of thing often on disney idk maybe sometimes
BRIDGIT IS THAT GIRL.
more than a band. love and community and god in other people
these are my bestest friends btw
'im not pretending to be what im not for anyone anymore' ok gayass
they are such DORKS <3
MO SLAYING EGREGIOUS CUNT IN ALL THE CHAOS
theyre all so linked together in fate and time
oh bridgit is about to slay so immensely shes amazing
bridgit mendler school of acting
gabe saporta ass outfit stella has on
THEYRE FIGHTING COPS WITH EACH OTHERRRRRRR
music center of the universe and love
theater kids <3
okay that hug made me cry
'that is the limpest wrist fist bump i have ever seen' - lydia (about charlie and his brother)
there was some coming out to your family in that hug
fucking good lighting
lemonade mouth school of acting
fucking up that guitar i cannot lie im obsessed w that performance of determinate at the end it makes me cry every time and also that guitar is soooooo
this guy is cooler than steve harrington yeah i still just have stupid beef with that stupid fandom
kiss on the cheek is so sweet <333
he brought her a kitten. he brought her a kitten. he brought her new life/a feeling of rebirth of coming into yourself and just living. not perfect but okay. they could do peeta and katniss who will follow you to your ruined home and plant a garden there. i threw my pen across the room and screamed over this btw.
SHE MET MEL LEMONADE MOUTH
queer utopia
faghag pair
charlie = afycso, naomi scott ~ dianna agron, wen ryan ross pretty odd outfit
okay goodnight <3
#i was very high for most of this. i fucking adore this movie shes my girl forever and ever.#abby talks
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the belcher family headcanons
(i just started rewatching the show. i haven’t seen past s6 so don’t spoil too important things. but i’ve also seen lots of clips from later episodes, some full later episodes, and the movie).
they are all autistic; with tina, gene, and linda being the most obvious while bob and louise being less obvious. linda’s diagnosed while bob isn’t (he’s in denial of even being autistic), and they’re working on getting their kids diagnosed (though they cannot afford it, so it’s not a priority for them).
bob doesn’t believe he’s autistic (internalized ableism) but he is acutely aware that there is something ‘wrong’/‘off’/different about himself from others. both bob and tina share that same insecurity that everyone else can tell that they don’t quite belong.
this is based off of one line from an episode, but while gene loves doing filthy things (eating tacos on toilet, eating mold, etc.), he cannot stand the sweatiness of hands or the feel of his bare feet on the floor. he washes his hands consistently and he always wears socks. linda carries baby wipes, hand sanitizer, and extra socks for gene in her purse because of one really bad experience.
one of the belcher parents is hispanic. i’m saying bob because gayle gives off eccentric white woman energy. but gene learns all the spanish inappropriate words and bobs like “gene i don’t even know spanish what-”
tina ends up starting an elaborate friend-fiction and fan fiction business in her school. she makes a lot of money writing romantic hypotheticals for her classmates. louise becomes her sales manager (and gets andy and ollie to make fanart for the fics) and gene makes little jingles for them as well.
gene gets dizzy when he watches fireworks for too long due to his sensitivity towards bright, flashing lights. the forth of july and new years eve are difficult for him because he loves the celebration aspect, but has to go inside to prevent himself from panicking. usually bob goes inside afterwards to talk to him and calm him down since bob used to act similar as a kid.
tina and linda both do the dinosaur arms, and linda, gene, and louise do the hand flaps and happy claps. louise and bob both chew on their shirts when they’re stressed (and then immediately changing their shirts because wrinkly, wet t-shirt is an uncomfortable feeling/texture).
this one is based off of a convention panel, but louise is really good at math but doesn’t apply herself at all because she thinks school is pointless. either that or she is really good at learning languages and that she can speak spanish, french, russian, german, swedish, portugeuse, and japanese— all at varying levels of fluency and all learned during different time periods of her life.
^^also based on that same convention, but tina learns taichi martial arts because she thinks it’s cool. she originally does it because of the cute instructor, but then she realizes how nice of an outlet it is.
linda’s the only straight, non-LGBT+ belcher (or is she??) and she is very much like “aww my little babies going to their first pride! love is love, alright!” like the lovable, just cringy, supportive parents are. when the kids come out, none of them know the proper terminology. it’s like: “i’m not a boy! or a girl! i am everything! i’m collecting all of the pronouns like pokemon” or “i would very much like to date multiple people, that way i can admire all the butts.”
during pride month, bob puts up a little bisexual flag as a partial coming out, a partial way to create a safe space, and a partial rainbow capitalist move (something something mr. fischoeder threatens to raise their rent, and the belchers need a break financially), and he tells the kids to get business for the restaurant— the kids interpret that as: gene makes a really bad song like “boys are hot, i like them. gay people. love is love. buy our burgers cuz the gays are great and we support them very much” (or basically that one tiktok audio that goes “fortnite, balls, i’m gay, i like boys, i kidnap autistic kids”), tina puts posters up around school that say “buy one bob’s burger dish, get homosexual validation from an adult who supports gay youth” (which confuses bob when a bunch of children buy burgers and then rub their snotty noses into his apron and suffocate him while muttering “i haven’t had a parental hug in years”), and louise guilt trips and gaslights the elderly into buying from the restaurant or else they’re homophobic assholes (some of them openly are homophobic, to which louise purposely shoves/trips them in response).
^^bob ends up scolding the kids but they make a huge profit. the kids also didn’t technically say anything that wasn’t really true (except for louise but yk). bob pawns the comforting children to linda, who hugs and validates the children while bob grills.
tina definitely watches those magical girl animes like sailor moon. gene watches cartoons and slice of life anime. louise watches studio ghibli movies religiously and her favorite is my neighbor totoro (that green night light thing (kuchi kopi) is def based off of totoro). she also loves death note and definitely supports light and/or L to an uncomfortable degree.
tina is a massive taylor swift fan. her favorite album is fearless and her favorite songs are fifteen, hey stephen, love story, and white horse. she knows all of the lore and will make random references like “this is why you don’t miss someone’s birthday. have you even heard all too well? the moment I knew?” she compares jimmy jr. to romeo in love story and stephen in hey stephen even though she has no competition for him. she’s definitely dramatically slid down her door screaming the lyrics to enchanted before. (jimmy jr. would probably like john mayers music b/c of his dad, and that is tina’s biggest ick about him).
gene vaguely likes red and 1989 (specially sparks fly, new romantics, bejeweled, and starlight) and louise says her favorite album is reputation but it’s actually folklore (specially i did something bad, the last great american dynasty, karma, and peace).
they used to have a christmas tradition for the kids where they can get whatever they can carry in their arms. they stopped doing this after one year where all the kids got the most expensive items ever for no reason.
gene is a zodiac kid who definitely says “venus is in retrograde” and “you’re such a gemini.” louise always makes comments like “of course you’re one of those star losers.” he’s also like “tina, you’re a libra and jimmy jr. is a leo— that’s completely incompatible. the stars don’t lie!”
in a comic it mentions that tina has blue eyes, and the show mentions gene and bob having brown eyes, so i think linda has blue eyes and louise has brown eyes.
gene had a horrific musical theater phase. he learned burn and candy store on his keyboard. in high school he signs up for the theater program. he was one of the few amab people who signed up, so he got a fair amount of leading roles.
the kids full names are: tina ruth belcher, eugene nicholas belcher, and louise ann belcher.
gene doesn’t go to college, instead he pulls a bo burnham (minus the bigotry) and performs musical comedy.
louise takes online college courses to become a business major with a minor in culinary arts so she could run the restaurant.
tina goes to college to become an author. she writes both smutty romance books (pen name is dina capulet maybe?) and childrens pony books (real name of tina belcher) but by different names.
not belcher specific, but their town is the most neurodivergent town in existence: all five of the belchers, teddy, gayle, courtney, jimmy jr, zeke, andy and ollie, just to name a few.
#bobs burgers#bob’s burgers#bob’s burgers headcanons#bobs burgers headcanons#bob belcher#linda belcher#gene belcher#tina belcher#louise belcher
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I got a sudden influx of followers since Nora dropped the news on us, leading to me coming back to the fandom, so I thought I should introduce myself since that seems to be a thing now, and back when I started this account it wasn’t, and only my life-sentence mutuals really know who tf posts all these crappy memes, so without much ado:
Hi, im J, or Y - you can also call me Yasamen or Adam;
I roll with she/her pronouns on the daily even tho im she/they but my native language genders everything so dont worry about how you adress me;
Currently in my mid 20’ (look everyone, we all found those books as teens so.. its been a while);
Infodump: demisexual bisexual. Virgo sun pisces moon. INFJ. 2w1.
I speak polish, english, french and surprisingly good italian. Currently forcing myself to learn german bcs my cousin insists on speaking in only that hell of a language and seriously, it makes me get out the wine bottle some days.
Everyone is welcome here! Kids, teens, adults - I don’t post about anything more hardcore than what’s in the books, so since you’re entering a fandom blog I think you know what you’re getting into;
My inbox is always open, I love discussing stuff and it would give my friends some peace if I did more of it with new people. I’ll just ask you to keep it civil.
Okay I lied there are some people that are not welcome here, and that’s xenophobes, racists, antisemites and islamophobes. If you think “slavs” are a race of slaves you should also run for the fucking hills bcs i will find you and it’s gonna make nathan seem like a nice guy. I’m also a hardcore feminist, so I don’t tolerate outward misogyny (keep that to yourself baby boy).
On the daily I work with fine arts. I also make a lot of art, although of the traditional type I don’t share on here - but im pushing myself to get more comfortable with digi, so your support is much appreciated.
I suffer from ptsd and severe anxiety. I’m neurodivergent. I’m also very light sensitive so please don’t send me any flashing gifs or pattern heavy/optical illusion kind of things unless you want me to block you while throwing up.
I have a lot to say about multiple plot points in the books due to my own experiences with depression, abuse, religion and meds.
Besides aftg major fandoms im into are : the roman empire, batman, star wars, hannibal.
Nice to meet you!
#get to know me#just realised i never intruduced myself just one day started posting shittposts#and ive been getting lots of traffic so hello new friends nice to meet you
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I remember the summer of 2015 very well. I was working at Whole Foods that summer & had good times & good friends there. I remember the day that SCOTUS declared that gay marriage had been legalized at a federal level, thereby allowing millions of gay & lesbian couples to finally be able to get married. It was a wonderful & exciting time to be alive & I will always remember the smiles on everyone's faces. A truly monumental & joyous occasion.
Flash forward to now, the summer of 2023, 8 long years later. The Before Times ended over 3 years ago. Now we no longer talk about LGB, now we only talk about TQIA+. Specifically, we talk about the T. A lot. At least Conservatives are. Especially on Twitter. Except for this time, the latest rainbow campaign isn't promoting sexuality & marriage equality. No, this time they are promoting trangenderism & sex changes for kids.
To be extremely clear, I have been Queer-identifying my whole life. I've identified specifically as gay, bisexual, & pansexual at varying times throughout the 4 decades of my life so far. I also have an affinity for trans women if we're being completely honest here. So I have skin in the game & a right to say something when it comes to LGBTQ issues since I've been Queer longer than a lot of these young people have even been alive.
That being said, although I do support trans people & their rights to live, love, & exist in our society, I have to draw the line at involving kids in such matters. A lot of these surgeries, procedures & treatments provided as a part of gender-affirming care are irreversible & have the potential to sterilize their recipients, as this type of care is still experimental for the most part.
There's also the "social contagion" element to all this. While I believe there is such a thing as a trans kid, I believe that "trans" is also in vogue right now amoungst our nation's youth, especially in the big cities & especially in Blue states like California. So clearly there's a social contagion element where kids just want to be cool, or fit in, or receive special attention. I was a Queer teen once & I remember feeling all that.
So I know that a lot of these so-called trans kids aren't trans at all. 4 out of 5 of them are probably just gay. But an ideology & adults with agendas pressured them into thinking that the only thing that will "fix" them is to change genders. Because then they won't have those "shameful" gay feelings anymore because they'll have transitioned genders to be straight. And that is exactly what has become so chic nowadays amoungst the youngest & most vulnerable in our society.
Bottom line: We simply must do our best to protect our kids & youth from exposure to aggressive ideological movements that seek to indoctrinate the vulnerable with all sorts of extreme ideas about gender, race, sex, sexuality, religion & so on. There are people in this world that want to harm children. They are predators & they must be stopped.
But ultimately, I would have to say that people should be placed before ideology. People matter. Trans lives do matter. Black trans lives do matter. And these are real people who exist & live & breathe the same air as every other American. We must show humanity to our fellow humans.
So I would say the answer is to support transgender adults' rights to make adult decisions about their own bodies but protect "under 18s" from potentially harmful ideologies that can oftentimes confuse & irrevocably change them, oftentimes for the worse.
I don't know how you, the reader, will receive this. Hopefully, you understand that I fully support LGBTQ, especially when it is involving consensual adults & their rights to live & love how they see fit. I'm totally down with all of that as I am a part of the Queer Community myself. And trans men & trans women should be afforded the same rights as everyone else.
But, please leave the kids out of it. Kids are under immense pressure as it is from their own culture & peers. We don't need to be further trying to influence or manipulate them or worse, *groom* them into something they are not. Let gay kids be gay. Just because a boy likes other boys that doesn't necessarily mean he's a girl. Just because a teen girl likes dressing & acting "boyish" doesn't mean she should get her breasts removed at age 15.
Let gay boys just be gay.
Let gay girls just be lesbians.
Let children grow up free from ideological influences of ALL kinds.
We were born this way, remember?
Let humans just be themselves.
Show love.
Fight for equality.
Protect the vulnerable.
Learn to live free of ideologies.
Peace. Love. Tacos.
#pride 2023#deep thoughts#trans rights#transgender ideology#protect the children#protect the kids#support trans rights
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How did you find out that you're a lesbian? /gen you don't have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable
TLDR at the bottom if this essay is too much
It's not an uncomfortable question at all. Thank you for asking. So me coming out as lesbian is a really long story about 30 years in the making. I guess I was socially programmed into thinking I was straight for most of my life by the outside world. I didn't grow up in a religious household or anything but at the same time I didn't have any understanding of gay, straight, bi, pan, etc. I did, however, grow up in the 90's and early 2000's where LGBTQ+ presentation wasn't, you know, great. I was conditioned by the media around me, which was cis het (and mostly white) 99.9% of the time, to think that straight and me being straight was what everyone was doing and normal with no deviations whatsoever.
Flash forward to my high school years, more specifically sophomore and junior year. I tended to have a lot of boy crushes and looking back on it now, I'd say it had more to do with seeking male attention and validation because of Daddy Issues. This was now the early 2010's where there was this trend with everyone and their weird aunt coming out as bisexual. I had this friend who I used to be close with and I thought I had feelings for her on a romantic level. Having no real established knowledge or understanding of what bisexual meant or being queer or gay, I just went with it. Add into the mix a heady mixture of teenage hormones, emotionally unfulfilled home life, and religion, and you have a disaster. By the time I was a sophomore, I had converted to Catholicism of my own free will and ironically because of a lesbian. Trying to be "good" Catholic and having a girlfriend conflicted, so I broke it off. In retrospect, that might have been a good thing because this friend developed a codependency on me and stalked me on Facebook a couple times after I ended the friendship when one too many lies and inconsistencies became too much for me to handle (and also because she was not the emotional support I needed).
Between high school graduation and college, I dated a number of people. I had three romantic partners, one boyfriend and two partners who later came out as transwomen. Between all that time, I kinda hated myself. I would date someone for a few months and then break up because of something I couldn't define. I was there in the present, but couldn't see a future with that partner. I felt like something was wrong with me and my sexuality was broken. In my early 20's, I discovered asexuality and thought "oh. maybe this is why the way I am." Asexuality became my identity. Dating and sleeping with men no longer was a priority for me. Aside from this one partner who I dated off and on for about...10 years, I didn't feel the need to date men. I eventually stopped being Catholic around 2019 and then COVID happened.
I spent 2020-2021 doing a lot of introspection. I noticed things that I hadn't before about my behavior and reactions when socializing with the same or opposite gender. I realized that it has always been easier for me to talk to women than men, and not just because of my issues with my dad. Oh. Okay, then. Maybe I'm asexual but have romantic feelings for women and men? I can date women if I wanted to, I don't have to sleep with them. And over the next couple years more and more pieces of the puzzle fell into place. I started reading wlw fantasy books. I've always been excited to see two people or two characters of every persuasion find love. I love love. But when I read "The Tiger's Daughter" by K. Arsenault Rivera and "The Jasmine Throne" by Tasha Suri, I felt a deeper connection to those romances on an emotional level. It was something deeper than being excited about love, it was something more akin to longing, as in "wow. i wish i could have that." This was not the same response I have to cis het couples.
Then, I had to look back on my interests. I realized that most of the men I lusted after were all fictional. Shouta Aizawa, Sesshomaru, Hawks, Loki, etc, none of them were real. I never thought about a male celebrity in that light. High school crushes are very different from having adult feelings, so I can say that I've never had the same feelings for men in the same way I have for Aizawa. There's only been one or two exceptions to the rule, but I've never imagined actually sleeping or falling in love with Tom Hiddleston. He's just very good looking and I like Loki. How I talk about male celebrities I like for their looks and female celebrities is very different.
Example
Tom Hiddleston: Wow. He's super handsome.
Markliplier (youtuber): Wow. He's super handsome, funny, AND he has a great personality. His girlfriend is so lucky.
Florence Welch, existing:
Me: Beautiful. Amazing. Talented. Stunning. Goddess, I worship at your feet. I want to drink from the same cup of wine that graced your lips and dance with you at midnight under the full moon....
You get the picture.
There are other examples that I looked at. Interest in Greek mythology especially anything to do with goddesses or female characters (of course, Artemis was my favorite, because GAY, though i have moved on to Athena and Aphrodite). I was always more interested in female characters in books. Lack of interest in sex with cis men. My favorite poem is "The Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti, which has some very queer/lesbian undertones for a Victorian poem. I have a strong aversion to resembling as a male stereotypes, though I'm still trying to work on being less aggressive. The list is probably longer than this. Oh, and I have a Pinterest board made up of 581 and counting pictures of Florence Welch, and there is no heterosexual explanation for that.
All this came to a head in November and December last year. I had been discussing this with my friend (who I had also dated before she came out as trans) and my sister, who is a decent ally. In December 2022, I had no other choice but to admit to myself that after 30 years that I was not at all straight. The problem was that I had to wait to come out until a little later because at the time my uncle was very sick and died a week before Christmas. Coming out of the closest last year as soon as I realized it was not a good idea. I came out to my sister and my friend in January and I've been getting used to the identity ever since. Sorry this is a fucking biography but I tend to be very verbose and take a long time to explain anything.
TLDR: American society conditioned me into thinking I was straight for most of my 30 yrs of life, but that was incorrect because women are pretty and I'm in love with Florence Welch.
#sorry about the biography nobody asked for#i get really embarrassing and cringey about my love for Florence Welch
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Straight and cisgender people being part of the broader queer community is good in a variety of ways, and the example from my own life is growing up queer in a small town with parents who were supportive before either they or I knew I was queer.
My mom and dad grew up in Berkeley CA and were involved through their youths in a variety of extremely nerdy things like the Society of Creative Anachronism, Dungeons & Dragons (and a Star Trek inspired sci-fi variation), theater, etc. Within those groups, and other parts of their lives, they had a lot of queer friends.
They moved around a lot as adults, and this was the pre-internet era so staying in touch was harder, and even when they stayed in touch they didn’t necessarily see people in person much. I wound up growing up in a small liberal town in western WA. Statistically, due to the small population, I just did not know any out queer adults in my hometown when I was growing up. There was no GSA at the school, either.
But for years I had stories of queer adults, long before I ever knew I needed them. I never once worried my parents wouldn’t accept my bisexuality, because I was so very used to my parents talking about queer friends of theirs who were giant nerds, with the exact same fondness and nostalgia as all their other friends. Stories of queer-specific shenanigans were told alongside all the other shenanigans.
We had semaphore flags in the costume playtime box because Dad’s a nautical history nerd, and we had big motorcycle goggles designed to fit over chunky glasses because Mom used to catch rides around the Bay Area with lesbian biker friends. That blend and casualness was just a normal part of my childhood.
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I learned from stories of my parents’ friends that you could take stereotypes and turn them into in-jokes; gay friends playing backyard baseball or catch or other sports totally flubbing a throw, and heckling each other with “What’s the matter honey, your wrists too limp?”
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I learned about the AIDS epidemic, of the loss, the grief, the stigma, and of the ways people fought back. Supported each other. I learned a lot more when I was older from queer adult survivors of the epidemic online, but I learned first from my parents, who were still grieving friends they lost.
This was not distant history, this was not something that happened to “other people” this was something that happened to their community.
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My father’s mother’s brother is gay. My great uncle. He raises tropical birds. When he was a much younger man than he is now, the signaling style of wearing a diamond earring in one ear was starting. Now, at the time, most men to wear a diamond earring as a signal of their sexuality wore very small, discreet flecks. Just this little flash of light that might catch your eye, that might make you look again.
Great Uncle inherited his mother’s engagement ring, took that honking big “look at me and admire how I got engaged! Look at me, look at me!” diamond to the jeweler, and got that sucker turned into an earring. You could not fucking miss it.
And you know what? That’s how I learned about queer signaling as a thing people could do, it was presented as a fun family story, and I wouldn’t have heard it if not for my parents, because Great Uncle lives in a completely different part of the country from us and doesn’t travel much, so I’ve only met him twice, during which everyone was catching up on current life, not stories of his youth.
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When my mom, dad, and their friends were all young adults who’d recently left home and were living in a different state from their families, one of their friends was a butch gay man who’d recently come out to his parents. And his mom wanted to be supportive, and she was a person who sewed clothes herself. So she made him shirts. She had his measurements, and she’d regularly mail him care packages with beautifully hand-made button up shirts in pink and purple fabrics. Because those were the gay colors at the time, and she wanted to make sure he knew she supported everything about him, that she would never want him to change himself to fit in society’s mold.
Now the thing was, pink and purple were not actually to his taste. They were not colors he’d normally pick out for himself. But he and his parents didn't live in the same state anymore, this was pre-Internet, if you wanted to share photos you had to take them, develop the film, and mail them. So she wasn’t seeing his style regularly, she was seeing the style of the out gay men back in the Bay Area, and doing her best.
He wore the shirts. He was running around the Oregon countryside as a butch gay man in the early 1980’s in pink and purple button ups, because his mom made them for him with love, he loved her too.
So I heard this story growing up, and I learned from it. I learned parents could love and wholly support their queer children long before I ever heard about parents who rejected theirs. I learned love is in the actions we take. That it’s going to be imperfect, but what matters is we’re trying our best, and accepting that from each other.
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I’m bisexual, and I’ve got some weird gender stuff going on. I did not know any out queer adults in my hometown growing up. I did not find any writings until the early 2000’s when the Internet became more accessible. My school did not have a GSA.
But I knew I wasn’t alone. I knew pieces of west coast queer culture and history. I knew queer people could be giant nerds, could be outdoorsy, could be silly and serious and fully rounded people with rich, wonderful lives. That their friends and family could accept them wholly without hesitation. Because what was there to hesitate over?
I’ve said before my hometown is liberal, and it is, but it still had enough prejudice to keep me semi-closeted as a teen. I had peers insist to me that “a child needs a mother and a father”, had adults insist civil unions were fine but marriage equality would violate religious freedoms, heard peers use “gay” as an insult from late elementary school onwards (and the teachers just ignoring it).
I needed all those stories from my childhood. I needed them. And I had them. Without ever having to ask.
And my brother had them too. He’s straight and cisgender, and he has never been anything but 100% supportive of me. He was arguing for equal rights and refusing to use the derogatory language peers were before I ever came out to him.
When I see people trying to gatekeep the queer community, this is what I think of. I think of being a kid in a small town, without knowing any local out queer adults, hearing people around me say bigoted things, but having all these stories burning in the hearth of my heart, and I think…
You want to douse that flame?
You want to reach back in time and wrench those stories from the child I was?
You’d rather I grow up isolated, confused, lonely, and scared, than have my straight, cisgender parents in the queer community? You want me to be isolated now, you want my brother to abandon me?
Really?
Identity and community are intertwined, but they are not rigid, nor should they be.
Community being broader is good.
#long post#queer tag#queer community#AIDS mention#fuck gatekeeping#Min and their entire family are all giant nerds#my dad's family just does NOT do subtle#this essay has been in the works for a while now#Min writes stuff#edited to change the last sentence from#community being the broader of the two is good#to just#community being broader is good
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Sorry if this is a random question, but do you have any gender or sexuality hc's for the Casa Tidmouthers?
thomas awdry billington: if he stopped obsessing over helping lady find gold dust and look into the mirror for a bit he would discover new things about himself
edward pettigrew: his journey towards finding his true self, if turned into a netflix show, is in the “action/thriller” genre instead of “drama/family” genre
henry stanier: “are you straight or gay” “hahaha well I STRAIGHT up rose from the dead and am now having a jolly GAY time. get it?” *flashes a sardonic smile* *a giant piano crashes beside him mere inches away*
gordon gresley: has been holding gay feelings for his best friends for 15 years yet is too much of a chicken to confess at the ripe age of GODDAMN 41. so pretty much hopeless
james augustine hughes: too cringe for trans, too based for cis, just enough of a hater for something much more unique and revolutionary
percival avonside: government assigned Just A Little Guy
tobias holden: fully supports everyone and their pronouns but unfortunately all the youngins in sodor are utterly out of their minds
montague collett: he’s a man. he’s a woman. he’s nonbinary. he’s everything all at once. he’s none at all. he’s put together. he's a manic pixie dream girl. he’s a disaster. he’s the second coming of judas iscariot and will never die
donald dunalastair: you know that one homosexual guy in your friend circle that always have the funniest things to say to the point that it could be considered concerning
douglas dunalastair: same as his brother except he’s much more normal
oliver tyst swindon: the only lgbt person everyone fully respects
giovanni vin diesel: if tinder exists in summer of 1999 he would unironically put “🇮🇹, gamer, ex-catholic, bisexual, can cook” in his bio and still manage to pull bitches
mavis hawthorne: she’s fem. she’s masc. she’s also only interested in making “visit the biggest bass pro shop pyramid in memphis, tennessee” her lifelong goal
lady: FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! SHE BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
d10: bi but nobody wants him.
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Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say (17k, AO3 link)
Four people inside the bank: codenames but no attempts to hide their faces and willing to execute people in front of a crowd of witnesses. Clearly rehearsed actions and an obvious plan which didn't involve anything you would expect from people holding up a bank. Others outside the bank with their own instructions and contingency plans.
This was not going to go by any kind of playbook Carlos knew, especially not one that had any intention of a happy ending.
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Carlos and Grace are in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught up in a bank hostage situation. How do you negotiate with someone when it's not about money but about causing harm? And how do you cope when you're the target of it all?
They say it takes a village to raise a child. It took a damn city to write this fic. This has been a long time coming and would not have gotten to this stage if it weren't for everyone who has helped me along the way.
In no particular order, I want to thank: @slayerkitty, @bubblesandroses8, @sapphire11, @queen-saltyfries, @doublel27, @chaotictarlos, @bisexual-unicorn0, @harryhorrorpictureshow, and everyone else on this hellsite who has sent me love and encouragement.
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For your help, encouragement, ideas, lines, support, prodding, translations, and for generally not giving up on me.
Title comes from the poem "Life" by Charlotte Brontë
Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day.
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Carlos likes to think he's a patient man. He has to be. As a patrol officer he's one of the go-to guys for canvassing, asking the same questions, often recording the same answers. He's sat on duty desks during the graveyard shifts where the biggest event was his cell phone battery dying and robbing him of his only distraction.
Hell, he waited TK Strand out and now look at them.
Carlos likes to think he's a patient man but god help him if this queue at the bank wasn't making him re-evaluate that conclusion. He's actually convinced that he's further back than he was when he started. He should have come earlier. Or left it until later. Or another day. He's waited this long, what was another day? He'd have another day off at some point, a day when TK was at work and he could run this errand. He could absolutely do this another day.
Maybe he'd spend that day in this same queue.
"Hey, honey," came a voice beside him and he turned to see Grace slipping into the line next to him. She flashed a smile to the person behind them and linked her arm with his. "Please let me cut in, I swear I cannot spend my day off in this line," she added quietly.
Carlos laughed softly and patted the hand that was on his arm. "Of course, darling."
"D'ya think they do this on purpose?" she asked. "Put fewer people on the counters just before lunch?"
"Should be a crime if they do," Carlos muttered.
"Feel free to have a word," Grace laughed softly.
"Maybe I will."
"So what brings you down here?" she asked. "I would have thought you'd be all online for everything."
"Normally I am," Carlos said. "But you need to come down in person to close the account so this is how I'm apparently spending my day off."
"Me too," Grace sighed.
"Isn't Judd on shift?" Carlos asked. "You leave Charlie in the car?"
"Window's cracked," she quipped. "No, she's in day care. Lord knows I love that girl more than life itself, but her momma was a whole person before her and sometimes I think I forget that. Like there's not a thing of mine that doesn't have her stuff in now, don't think I own a bag that doesn't now have diapers and wipes and bags in." She paused for a second. "Does that make me a bad mom?"
"I think that makes you a good person. Taking time for yourself means Charlie gets the best version of you."
"This is why I like you," she laughed.
"Being a parent can't be easy."
"No, but it's amazing. And unexpected sometimes." She caught Carlos' look of confusion and smiled. "Wyatt," she added by way of explanation.
"Right. Yeah."
"Judd took to bein' a father like the proverbial duck with Charlie, and he stepped right up with Wyatt too, making plans for trips and days out and spending time with him. I think Judd's tryin' to make up for missing out on so much, even though it weren't his fault."
"He's a good man, Grace."
"He's the best. Family comes first for him, full of love, nothing's too much. Think you've got one of them yourself."
Carlos smiled in agreement. "Yeah, I do."
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Fangirl Challenge: [14/20] Familial Relationships » Barry and Wally
“My speed for Wally’s life. Hand him over and it’s yours.”
#warry#flashkid#i support everyone from the flash and their bisexuality#we love two bisexual disasters#bisexuallen#barry bisexuallen#bisexwally
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Avengers Gender & Sexuality Headcanons
AIIGHT
Let's start with the og himself, america's ass
STEVE
def bisexual, he/him, deal with it, end of story
TONY
omni, i'd say pan but tony def has a preference for women so...
he/him
BRUCE
oh poor child
he's def he/they/xe... and ace.
doesn't really feel the need for gender conformity, so agender
pan, doesn't really care who he ends up with
prefers to be adressed by last name only
NAT
she/they, change my mind
asexual. it's canon, idc
def demiromantic, and prob bi, i wanna say
Clint is her biggest supporter
CLINT
oh dear lord this man aint queer but HES LEGIT BIGGEST ALLY
SUPPORTS NAT LIKE HELL
THOR
so he comes from asgard, where nobody really bats an eye at queerness. it's normal, get with the times, earth
he/they, cis man
def pan.
PROTECTOR OF LESBIANS
RHODEY
is he/him
gay
asexual
has to steer tony away from fans all the time at pride
PETER
TRANS PETER TRANS PETER
he's def afab but trans boi and PROUD
you'd think flash would bully... but no acc flash supports, will still bully peter with other things but wont really care abt peter being trans
cmon guys we live in the 21st century
uses he/him
comes out to tony first, tony's super happy and supportive
may finds out next and shes just so happy
this kid forgets to take off his binder so often omg
like ned and mj and may (and mira) MUST REMIND HIM or he'll forget
is biromantic and demisexual
MJ
is demigirl
uses she/they
bi with a pref for gals
NED
is like clint, altho he uses he/they bc he just really liked they/them pronouns
sweet boi, supports mj and peter sm
buys them pride flags
is the only ally that mj and peter trust tbh
LOKI
is genderfluid and pan, nuff said
will use any and all pronouns, at any given time
will punch a person if they misgender them
will punch person if they're being homophobic to peter
queer icon
BUCKY
non binary, doesn't really feel like male or fem
they/them
sam is a huge part of bucky's queer journey
biromantic asexual
came out to steve and his bestie just started crying happy tears
"get over it, punk"
uses peter as a queer encyclopedia
SAM
gay as freaking hell
he/him
takes bucky to his first pride parade
is an absolute LEGEND to queer pocs
VISION
agender
cmon he's a robot
has a male-ish voice so just uses he/him
indifferent asexual
pan
WANDA
SAPPHIC AS HELL
lesbian, demisexual
she/her
has girl nights with her twin
PIETRO
he/they/she
genderfluid, will use all pronouns at any given time
sees a pretty dress? will buy two. one for them and one for wanda
aromantic pansexual
TCHALLA
gay. GAY
he/they icon
wakanda is a safe place for EVERYONE
besides, all the dora milaje are wlw
is not a furry
ships sam and bucky
SHURI
she/xe
sapphic asexual
leaning towards women and fem aligned genders
started first wakandan pride parade
DR STRANGE
agender, doesn't see the point in gender most of the time, so they/them/he/him
believes there are two sexes but an infinite amount of genders
bi greyromantic homosexual
and there we go!
#avengers#avengers headcanon#pride#queer#gay#trans#lesbian#bi#asexual#aromantic#agender#demigirl#demiboy#GAY#steve rogers#captain america#tony stark#iron man#bruce banner#hulk#loki#thor#clint barton#hawkeye#natasha romanoff#black widow#spiderman#peter parker#mj#ned
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