#i just assumed it had to do with gay people

[mytheoristavenue]

DS Modern!Gyutaro x Reader - I'll Be Home for Christmas

This is a special gift to one of my favorite creators, @mrsshabana! Happy holidays, enjoy! Sorry this took such an ungodly amount of time to write, it's been a wild month!

Summary: After hearing at work that Gyutaro has no family to celebrate Christmas with, you invite him over to spend the holiday with your family!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, single mother!Reader, slight Incel!Gyutaro, slight angst, very fluffy

If there was anything Gyutaro hated more than working retail, it was working retail during the holidays. Entitled adults, spoiled kids, busier shifts, less hours. And to top it off, the store radio constantly blared the most obnoxious Christmas music without rest. Luckily for him, he was a stocker and could typically keep a headphone in one ear to combat the festive brain rot, but today, he'd been stuck on the register all shift.

The only good part about being on the register was you. You were the main cashier on the evening shift, the only one he never minded having to back up. You were always so sheepish when you called him, ever considerate of his time. "Gyu, I'm so sorry to bug you, but the line's getting long! Could you help me?" On top of that, you were always so thankful and sweet when he went back to his task. "Thanks, Gyu, you're such a sweetheart!" Needless to say, he was smitten, not that he'd ever admit it.

Thankfully, this hellish day was coming to a close, and only a few customers were left in line. He'd had more than his share of social interactions for the day. You glanced over at him with that chipper expression. "Go ahead and finish your work, I'll get these folks." Gyutaro nodded silently and wandered off. When he returned, you were locking the door, your shift manager, Uzui chatting your ear off about his holiday plans.

The stocker rolled his eyes, beginning to sweep up the front end when you turned to him with that stupid smile of yours. "How about you, Gyu? What do you have planned?"

He paused, hesitating before coldly muttering. "Nothin'."

"Awe, how come?" You tilted your head, wiping down the register as Uzui took the tills to the back office to count them. "Didn't you say you had a baby sister?"

"My baby sister's nineteen." He scoffed, starting to sweep closer to you so he could hear you better. "She's off to college, she's not coming home this year. Said she's going on a skiing trip with her new partner's parents."

You smiled warmly, and he was unlucky enough to notice, glancing away immediately. "What about your parents? Or your girlfriend?" You prodded, so sure he'd have someone to come home to. When he stared at you blankly, you backpedaled. "O-Or boyfriend, I don't judge!"

Gyutaro's pale cheeks flushed and he almost looked offended. "The fuck? I ain't gay!" You apologized endlessly but he just scoffed. "I ain't got nobody, okay?"

Your face softened exponentially and you smiled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed, I just thought someone as nice as you would surely have a lot of people who love him." You gently take the broom from his hands, offering an olive branch. "Here, I'll sweep if you come behind me and mop as I go." Gyutaro, thankful for the offer to get away for a minute nodded curtly and disappeared into the stock room to get the mop and fill the bucket.

When he returned, you'd swept most of the sales floor in the front and were waiting with a warm smile, having already made up your mind. He began to mop and you both went about your duties in a somewhat comfortable silence.

After all was said and done, you grabbed your coat and purse as Uzui ushered you both out so he could lock the door behind you. Gyutaro immediately made his way to his car, lighting up a much-needed cigarette. "Hey, Gyu! Wait up," You called, jogging up to him. He turned around a bit too late, suddenly self-conscious of how his cigarette would back you smell, being so close. Not wanting the smoke to bother you, he tossed the nearly full '100' right away, snuffing the cherry beneath his shoe.

"D-Don't scare me like that, Christ!" He stammered, staring down at your chipper face, heart pounding at how uncomfortable close you'd leaned. "What's up?"

"Why don't you come spend Christmas with my family and me?" You offer sweetly. "Please don't fight me, I won't let you be alone during the holiday! I'd lose sleep knowing you were lonely!" Needless to say, he was speechless, swallowing nervously. He kind of hated the idea but, begrudgingly, he liked you, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He never was good at telling women 'no'.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, don't be so dramatic. But don't expect me to get you anything."

"Great!" You giggled, backing away as he stomped over to his beat up old Toyota. "Christmas Eve, I'll text you my address!"

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Gyutaro groaned, pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building. This was going to be hell. He''ll probably have to meet your parents and all your extended family, they'd probably think you two were dating, it'd be awkward. Regaurdless, here he was, trudging up to your doorstep, ringing the bell.

You answered after a few minutes, wearing a comfy sweater and leggings, with houseshoes. He couldn't help but look you over, as all hed ever seen you wear was khakis and that dumb company polo shirt. "Hey, Gyu, you came! Come in, come in!"

Entering your humble home, he immediately felt... off. Where was your family? Friends? Parents, at least? Th place was empty. The oven chimed from the kitchen and you scurried off, promising to return shortly. Could have possibly wanted to get him alone to seduce him? Surely not, this had to have been some sort of a prank. Yet, he still felt like he was being watched.

He quietly observed your home, mapping the layout of what little he could see when he glanced behind over his shoulder. His blood ran cold, finding a icy blue pair of eyes stairing back, peeking out of a dark bedroom. Upon being noticed, the figure darted back into the darkness, waiting for his attention to be drawn away before peeking again.

This time, when he looked back again, the sight he was met with stirred something in him, nostalgia, most likely. There, in the doorway stood a toddler with platinum blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, and long, delicate eye lashes. She gave him a wary pout that solidified the memory in his mind. Thiks little girl was the absolute spitting image of his baby sister.

"Hey, Hime, don't hide!" You chirped, startling him as you set a plate of cookings on the coffee table. "Sorry about her," You laughed sheepishly, trying to coax the girl out into the living room." She's so shy."

"You got a kid?" He finally asked, astonished, eyes tracking the girl's movements as she timidly sneaks into your ams.

"Uhm, yeah? I talk about her all the time at work?" You smiled nervously. Boy, did he feel like a douchebag. He realized he never actually listened when you talked to him at work. If he had, he would have known so much about you. "You always have your headphones on, I won't blame you for not listening."

"S-Sorry," He muttered sheepishly, unable to tear his gaze from your daughter, mind still racing about the uncanny resmblance to his stister.

"You okay? Does it bother you that I have a kid?" In truth, it did, just a bit. You being a mother, probably a married one took you off the market for him, which sucked, but even he wasn't socially inept enough to admit that.

"What? No, just-" He swallowed nervously, reachinging into his pocket and fishing out an old leather wallet. He takes out a photograph that's worn around the edges. It depicts what looks like him as a young boy standing beside your daughter. "I-It's just, she looks so much like my sister, Ume, it's kinda freaky."

You were blown away. Not only did he and his sister look nothing alike, but your little Hime could have been her twin- her clone, even. "No, no, I get it, I'd be a bit put off too." You reassure him. "Is that you, by the way?" You knew the answer already. The boy's snaggle toothed grin, inky birthmarks, messy black waves- all of it was a dead give away. "You were a cute kid."

His eyes flickered back up to you, surprised. "You think?" He asked, softening a bit more than intended.

"Yeah, you look like a great big brother." Gyutaro could feel something churn within him. Something positive. Before he could properly explore the feeling, however, you stood up off the couch, startling him. You lean down the whisper in your daughter's ear. "Hime, do you want to give mommy's friend his gift now?"

For the first time, her eyes seemed to light up with something other than worry or skeptism as he gladly scurried off befor returning, standing shyly in front of him. "Whatcha got, kid?" He asked a bit sheepishly, trying to peek at what she hid behind her back. With a red, embarrassed face, she shoved the piece of payer into his hands and climbed back into your lap, hiding her face in your shoulder for fear that he wouldn't like it.

Gyutaro stared silently at what she gave him, a crayon drawing with three stick figures and no other identifiable aspects. "Uh...thanks." He smiled fondly.

"Hime, do you want to explain your drawing a bit?" You gave her a subtle nudge and she situated herself between you on the couch.

"This is me," She whispered softly and his heart skipped a beat, watching her point to the smallest figure in the middle before moving to the one on the left. "This is momma, and this is you." Her finger traced to the other figure, a mop of dark sbribbles and marker dots so big across the face, theres hardly any negative space left. Hime went on to explain the background in detail, including every decoration on the Christmas tree, who each present under it is for, and the name of the immaginary puppy in the corner, which she swears you're going to give her in the morning.

Gyutaro hung on her every word until she was finished rambling, something you never expected to witness. "This is really cool, thank you, Hime." He said, flashing her an uncharictaristically wartm smile. "I'll hang it up when I get home."

Suddenly, guilt filled him when he remember's that he'd brought nothing to give the girl in return. With a heavy sigh he reached back into his pocket, having decided to part with something very special to him. "Hey, close your eyes," He told her with a bittersweet smile. Hime shut her eyes, hardly able to contain her excitement for the potential surprise. You melted watching him fish a small hair clip out of his pocket and fix her fringe to the side with it. The clip looked old with a small pink flower charm, but the squeal of glee that left your daughter's lips when he showed her how it looked in his phone's front facing camera put your observations to rest.

"Do ya like it?" He asked her, sad to let the object go, but alps happy to be rid of it in a way. What he wasn't expecting was for Hime to bury her face in his side, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you G-taro, I love it!" She cooed. He froze at the contact and you worried that he was uncomfortable, about to move her away when his lanky arms found themselves squeezing her just as tightly.

"Good," He grinned, stifling a laugh. "Take good care of it, it was my sister's when she was your age." This comment prompted your daughter to start rattling off questions about him and his family, which he answered most. Seeing that your kind of sort of date had been utterly hijacked, you stood up, and made the room ready for a movie before sitting back on the couch.

"Well, theres cookies and milk on the table, don't be a stranger." You smiled, tossing him a blanket before draping one over yourself and Hime.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," Gyutaro turned to you suddenly, talking with his mouth full of snickerdoodle. "Is your husband, like at work or something? Sucks to work on Christmas Eve."

You looked away a bit sadly. "I don't have a husband, I'm single."

"I see," Was what he said, what he thought was, 'Fuck, I'm such a dick!' You smiled warmly, sensing his inner turmoil, laying a hand on his. "Sorry I asked..."

"Don't be, it's okay." You dismissed, drappign your legs across his, a subtle hint for him to get more comfortable, and that you weren't at all upset with him.

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Half an hour into the movie, Hime was out like a light, passed out against your side. Gyutaro couldn't shake this warm, familial feeling. He misseed domestic life with Ume, having someone to take care of, someone who relied on him. And Hime was the spitting image of her, it was hard for him not to fall head over heels. Not to mention the fact that this sweet little girl had a gorgeous, kind mother whom he'd already long since fallen for. He was in enemy territory, and if he wasn't careful, he was going to end up a step-dad by the new year.

When the movie was over, you shifted away, lifting Hime into your arms. "Bed time, little one," You cooed, shushing her sleepy protests. "Goodness, you're growing too fast, mama can hardly carry you!"

"I-I could-" He began to offer, pausing to swallow dryly. "I could carry her to bed. I mean, I lift heavy shit at work all the time so.. I-I'm uh... pretty strong." He was clearly nervous, adorably so. With a patient smile, you gently handed her over, hbeart warmed at the relief in his face when he knew she was supported properly in his arms.

You lead him to Hime's bedroom where he laid her down. You tucked her in and kissed her forehead as he stood there awkwardly, looming over you both. After you were sure she'd stay asleep, you both stepped out and you shut the door softly behind you.

"Hey, so..." He began, following you into the kitchen where you promptly hand him a casserole dish. "Wait, what's this?"

"Hime already gave you her present to you, this is mine." You say sweetly. "I know you said the other day you work a lot and don't feel like cooking after work, so i thought I'd make you something that would last a few days."

"That's... really thoughtfully of you." He admits, eyeing the side of the glass pan. "You heard when I said that? I didn't even as it to you, though..."

"I just... pay you a lot of attention, probably more than I outta..." You confess sheepishly. "I just wanted to make sure you get something substantial to eat, not just a microwave meal or something."

Suddenly, sets the dish down on the stove, frantically rummaging through his pockets. "W-Wait, don't look at me like that, hold on!" He defnded unnecissarily, fishing out a small while box with a red ribbon. There's a bright yellow clearance stacker on the top, but you couldn't care less. "I-I know I said I wouldn't give ya nothin' but...just take it." He looked away, shoving it into your hands. "Aint nothin' special, didn't have much moeny to work with..."

Opening the box, you were met with a beautiful pair of stud earrings with your birthstone twinkling in the over-oven light. "Gyutaro..." You breath, eyes glossy."

"I know, they're cheap, I'll get ya somethin' better next-!" He froze, feeling you rush him, squeezing him in a tight hug. "H-Hey, don't get all mushy..."

"These are beautiful, I love them!" You sniffled into his chest, so touched by the gesture. The moment you pulled away, you were fumbling to unbox them, installing them into your ears. "How do they look?"

For the umpteenth time, his heart skipped a beat, and this time, he worried it might prove fatal. Here you were, a gorgeous single mother with a adorable daughter, in your over sized sweater and comfy pants, hair out of the way, wearing sparkling glass studs, showing them off. You were the ideal image of a radiant mother, how could he have possibly gotten so lucky. Maybe he already died, maybe this was heaven. "Pretty as fuck," He laughed dryly.

You blushed, grinning ear to ear as you step closer and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, really..." He stiffened when he felt your lips brush his skin.

"N-No problem." He fidgetted awkwardly. "W-Well, it's pretty late, I outta get out of your hair..."

"Its pretty cold out tonight," You coo softly, taking his hands and lacing the fingers. "Would you...wanna stay over?"

"Fuck, I thought you'd never ask."

[moki-dokie]

You know what I'm disappointed in Tumblr for not collectively being down tremendously bad for Nosferatu. It's the most Tumblr movie to hit theatres in years and y'all are sleeping on it. Fucking SHAME

It's got EVERYTHING!!!

The most respectful homage to daddy king of horror movies/silent films in general for the film nerds

Some of the most beautiful shots I have seen in literal decades for the limited color use and spooky fantastical light sources for all the camera/techy nerds

Extremely intricate and detailed and drop dead gorgeous costuming that I'm going to assume was like half the budget bc holy SHIT. Best period accuracy for that time and place maybe I've ever seen. Costume hos where you at on this??

PHENOMENAL practical effects and prosthetics.

RATS!!! LIKE FIVE THOUSAND RATS!!!!

Extremely homoerotic bloodsucking like you cannot even imagine. I could have watched sloppy bareback gay porn and it would not have been half as erotic as THAT scene was.

The most pathetic "I love my wife!!!!!" man to grace my eyeballs in such a long time. He's wet. He's traumatized. He's a poor damsel in distress. His only focus is to get back to his batshit wife. After meeting the most terrifying and creepy walking corpse he complains at the guy for taking the locket his wife gave him. He's so wet. So often. Just. Sad sad dripping wet blorboest blorbo. I love him.

Horror that is not just jump scares and gore. Horror that makes you profoundly uncomfortable. Horror that makes you think. Horror that's disgusting. Horror that's psychological. Horror that is an open interpretation for a lot of different things.

It's a fucked up love story. Seriously. The cast referred to it as a love triangle. A toxic one - even better.

That score??? Goddamn that was some majestic scoring.

Ride or die bff's!!!! Sapphic vibes even!!!

The most insane woman ever who could do 0 wrong. Her performances are so good and weird and intense. I wish she could have like burned down a village full of evil people or something she deserved it.

I frankly don't agree with the folks that feel like she got fridged. She took control of the narrative as soon as she realized what would kill him. She made the choice before any of them. She used the vile power that had haunted her so long to destroy it - for good

Willem Dafoe being a lovely unhinged madman, as usual.

Size difference like holy fuck size difference!!!!!! Nosferatu BIIIIIG!!!!

Nasty ugly gross creepy proper monster!!

MONSTER DICK. FULL FRONTAL MONSTER DICK!!!!!!

It has EVERYTHIIIIIIIING GO SEE IT!!!!!

[falsettos-tight-knit-family]

Mini-headcanon: Cordelia was a theater kid when she was younger. She told Whizzer this once, and he couldn't help but comment that she'd been a thespian lesbian. The two of them were the only ones who found it funny-

[statementlou]

hello :) could you maybe explain a little bit how dan wootton blackmailed louis?

ugh sorry for taking a while to get to this. The problem is I feel like the only two ways to answer this are by spending a week and a half of full time labor sifting through old posts and evidence to get every detail right and lay out an airtight case, or to halfass something very serious, and so I felt a little stuck. So since I can't seem to find a good halfway point, apologies but here is the half assed version, if you want to get into it more I invite you to do your own deep dive or talk to other people, but here's how I remember things. Louis has almost never on video explicitly said things about Larry not being real and/or anything negative about fans and their theories (mostly the opposite), up until the last couple years when he obviously decided to make a major change he didn't talk about Freddie much at all let alone saying he was his kid, honestly not that much about Eleanor even; except for in two major interviews with Dan Wootton, each of which lined up with a serious traumatic Tomlinson family event that they managed to keep out of the tabloids until the very end (Jay's illness and Fizzy's struggles with substance abuse). After the fact of those events a lot of small things that didn't make sense at the time came together to look very much like Louis traded those interviews (and those answers) for having his family's private matters kept private. Story trading of this kind is a publicly known real thing that happens, and there were various clues that suggested he was being leaned on about those stories to lend legitimacy to the idea that it was something that happened in these cases. Given what we know about Dan Wootton and how he operates even before the recent flood of information and even more now, I think it's more than likely that he has been holding the threat of outing Louis (as he has done to many other public figures) over his head for over a decade, and has used his family's tragic struggles to get Louis to dance like a fucking puppet for him and I will REJOICE at his downfall when it comes whether it is now or 20 years from now... because someday it will, he has made too many enemies to stay above it forever

[deep-space-lines]

so im taking that oil painting class rn right. i mentioned wanting to paint something original instead of just copying a reference bc that's all the teacher has had me doing so far and he agreed I'm probably ready and went off on this whole tangent about how i shouldn't be nervous to try to do something more original and creative and how he'll show me some original stuff his friends have painted and had shown in galleries etc etc, and... I think somehow he's been assuming that the reason I've been painting realistic stuff directly from photo refs is because that's the kind of art I like to do and that I'm nervous about trying something else??? instead of what he's been telling me to do?

which is really funny to me because apart from this class I haven't 1:1 copied a reference for years, I just haven't gone out of my way to show him any art I make in my own time because this is like a professional full-time oil painter who has paintings in galleries and shit, real high-brow art stuff, and idk how to tell him that left to my own devices I draw video game fanart and dragons and furry commissions and gay sex and cringe and i dont want to draw other things

[domoriu]

ive had such an…. interesting day today 😇 anyway how are you all <3

[here-there-were-dragons]

i have to wonder what super hardcore militant vegans think should be done about obligate carnivore animals, because in all my painfully-rapidly-approaching-30-years i've literally never actually seen anyone give a clear consistent much less halfway feasible answer on that

[void-tiger]

…sometimes I just. Think about. How literal siblings get stuck with rumors they’re dating, and m-f friendships often don’t get a chance to truly start or develop because of the strain those assumptions and pressure causes…

…while literal same-gender and aspec-affirming couples get slapped with “like siblings” this and “just really good friends” that.

And then how this gets even more reductive with infighting like “m-f friendships can only occur when one of them is homosexual,” or aspecs picking at eachother over rep until it’s a very specific type of aroace on the aroace spectrum of the aspec spectrums (and nobody’s actually happy), and of course fanon ships pitted against gen-no-ships…

…and how everyone just ends up feeling stressed out and invalidated. Because anything—and I do mean anything—that doesn’t fit neatly inside of the heteronormative narrative of “men and women can’t be friends, men and women must be romantically involved, people of the same gender and/or aspec/any other queer identity(ies) must never date.”

And how it makes the queers and cichets alike absolutely miserable.

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

It’s wild how so many people are fundamentally incapable of recognizing queer characters unless they explicitly say the words, “I’m gay” on screen

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

tbh that last ask reminded me...

[seddair]

,

[skateisawesome]

i really dont want this to come across as homophobic but i have lifelong issues with tone so if it does can someone tell me and ill fix it!

so i have spent the last 4 years of my life coming out as a straight person. sounds stupid.

but basically i have had so many dating rumours surrounding me and my friends that i used to get asked at least once a week if i was gay. i dont know what im doing thats making everyone think im dating my friends but apparently i do it to everyone. i have been the queer awakening for several of my close friends who fell in love with me and through that discovered that they liked girls.

all of that is fine and i can deal with it. im happy to keep correcting people and i've been working on being less flirty with my friends and putting effort into it. what's been pissing me off for the last year or so is the ongoing assumption that i am gay and i just dont know it yet.

i have been outright told by people "one day im going to kiss you and youll discover you like girls"

it made me feel uncomfortable and weird and im gonna be so honest here. i just dont think i like girls that way. i really thought about it and i dont. but i would (and still am) getting told by my close friends that one day when i 'eventually come out' they are all gonna sit around and say i told you so.

but i also wanna say that if i ever was to discover that i was not straight, it would be pretty hard to come out to any of those people, to any of my friends. theyd be so aggressive and constantly tell me that they knew or that it was old news. and so it kinda feels like even if im questioning things, ive been forced to reiterate that im straight so many times that being queer doesnt feel like an option anymore. its like i was forced to decided gay or straight when i was twelve and then people have harassed me ever since and now im not allowed to change what i chose even if i was to be seriously considering not being straight.

to me that feels really fucking toxic and its just upset me for the longest time.

and at this point i dont know what to do. like i cant really retaliate or say anything without people thinking im homophobic (which i swear to you i am not and my intention is not ever to harm that wonderful community in which so many people i love exist). i never want to hurt anyone but like what the fuck do i do!

im so sick of this. its also so weird and i kinda doubt that anyone else has really had this problem lmao.

i would love some opinions. look idk why im posting this. i dont care. i want people to tell me im justified but i also want people to tell me why they think im not. i want someone else to tell me what to do because i dont know.

[femslashspuffy]

All those articles and posts about "the best show that no one is watching" kinda miss the big picture. Iwtv is the most popular show on amc, as they say every single time I open the app. The problem is that amc is a late game streaming service with almost nothing enticing on it. The only reason my dad is considering getting it after I stop my very brief subscription is to watch Mad Men.

I pirated season 1 and now I have the dvd so they don't have my statistics when I rewatch. I plan to get the dvd for this season too but if the show is unpopular it is mostly because it is on one of those streaming services where things go to die. They made a good decision by allowing season 1 to be available on HBO and you can watch ep1 for free on prime but HBO is also one of the most expensive streaming services out there and that one episode teaser doesn't properly display what the show is

If it was on prime like good omens or Hulu like Buffy and wwdits it would probably be a lot more popular. It relies entirely on word of mouth and most people I know pirate it (or use my login)

[waywardsalt]

anyways. holding linebeck gently

[liebelesbe]

I miss my Berufsschul-Klasse 😭 I was finally like. a tiny bit out. about to come out. comfortable with the possibility of being out. and then the universe said "haha I have given you a taste of something you've always wanted! now watch as I take it away!" *makes me get sicker*

[boygirlctommy]

SOBS i hate chainsaw man i hate it i hate it