#i spent 20 HOURS on this one and for WHAT!!! to be GAY?? brother...

[mysunandmystar]

solangelo week day 4 - au @solangeloweek

remembered i could make comics of my aus... art school solangelo has been living in my head rent free. if u even care...

[guywrestlingaddiction]

What Turned me Gay: The first BGeast match I purchased - Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)

It's no secret that Bgeast turned me gay. The combination of hot men in compromising situations, muscles straining, humiliating holds; all summed up to ignite something inside of me.  Now while all of that is worth a post in itself, I wanted to devote this time to rekindle a memory specifically about the first Bgeast match I watched, Tag Team Torture 3.  

What turned me gay (not really) ... 

Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)

This post, inspired by the sidelineland.com blog, takes a tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)" and in thinking about the topic of gay wrestling, it's helpful to go back to the beginning - at least my beginning as a gay wrestling fan.

The Background Now, when I first viewed Tag Team Torture 3, I had no idea what to expect.  Sure I had watched porn before, but the default for porn back then (and now) was a cheesy few minutes of story line followed by emotionless hard core action.  In those scenes the guys refused eye contact with each other, closed their eyes, and probably thought of their girlfriends or something while they did the deed so in a very big way, bgeast was different.  

Baker and Baker - two reasons why I purchased this match.  Beefier Brian and Tasty Troy. 

In hindsight, I love the Backstreet Boy Look on Mr. Joshua.  This was a very popular look back then - Highlights and a Soul Patch.

And boy was Tag Team Torture 3 different, from the opening scene I realized that the focus was on the wrestling and everything, from the guys lifting weights, to the trash talk; all of this led up to struggle between men.  

Troy and Brian bonding before the match.  They build each other up saying stuff in the tone of 'you're the best, no you're the best'.  They support and encourage each other ... at least for now. 

Compare that to the other team, bragging about how much they can bench or talking shit about their opponents the "beach boys".  There's no building anyone up here, simply tearing the pretty boys down.  

In lieu of porn which hurried to climax and rushed to "get the job done", gay wrestling highlighted the emotions exchanged between our guys and what is sex really except a bundle of intense emotions.  

The Action Finally, 20 minutes in the guys start to wrestle.  I told you that gay wrestling takes it's time and slowly savors each and every popping bicep and ab and now we have the Troy Baker reveal and boy was it worth the wait...

Troy knows what we're all here for. 

And later, Troy swooning over himself.  The man and I are on the same wave length when it comes to admiring that body. 

But all that muscle just begs to be abused. 

Brian Baker is the powerhouse but he can't fight off two men by himself and it's clear that Troy is more interested in himself than on the match.  

Mr. Joshua multitasking by dominating and making his infamous "adjustment".  I love how the back of his hand goes straight from his package to smacking Brian on the back of his head.

Brian: [exasperated]: Lookout Troy!

Vinny: You like that surfer boy?  Troy: *Moan*

The Finale At this point our heroes are done for.  All that camaraderie, the hours at the gym spent sculpting those muscles, all of that vanishes and we are left with a beaten Troy Baker.  

To further the point, our heels double team the helpless Troy while his brother watches on.  Further emphasizing that there is no coming back from this one.  

Troy's abs of steel are put to the test with yet another barrage of abuse.  That golden tan is starting to turn a shade of pink as even those abs of steel have their limits.  

But the real crescendo for this match comes at the end.  When Brian seems to triumph despite the odds and an upset looks possible, that is until a weakened Troy folds under our heels.  It's that moment followed by a betrayal when our gay wrestling saga is complete and the Baker Brothers are finally broken with sound and fury. 

In hindsight it's obvious to see why gay wrestling sucked me in and became my obsession.  I've always loved the emotional highs when I wrestled in high school and bgeast perfectly captured those stories of struggle and dominance multiplied by like 1,000.   You see this story, told through sweat and humiliation is so vivid, so real, that the feelings I get now from watching a 20 year old tag team match are the same as when I first saw them and  is undoubtedly what turned me gay (not really).

[beanhappiness]

no no no no, you're not just gonna drop that lore and move on. I NEED DETAILS

Hahah okay, I'll give you the long version 😅

Last August, my local queer bar posted on Facebook that they’d been contacted by Zentropa. They were looking for people to be extras in an LGBTQ+ party scene for the new Anders Thomas Jensen film The Last Viking.

I wanted to go for two reasons:

I’ve loved this guy’s films since I was a kid, and I was curious to get a glimpse of his new project.

Danish films seriously lack queer characters, so I appreciated that Zentropa wanted real queer people for the scene.

Plus, the location was like 500 meters from my apartment. So, perfect.

I went with two good friends, and I also knew a bunch of other people there. We started the day with breakfast – because it was fucking 6 AM. Then we were told that Nikolaj Lie Kaas and Lars Brygmann would be there, and what the scene was about.

Basically: Lars’ character is gay, and this is his favorite bar. Nikolaj’s character has just been released after 15 years in prison. He tries to visit his brother, but the brother has had some kind of mental breakdown and can’t cope with reality. Somehow, he ends up meeting Lars’ character, who takes him to this bar to have a drink and talk about the brother.

Then we were told: "Please don’t talk to the actors between takes – they need to stay focused. And if they seem grumpy – especially Nikolaj – don’t take it personally. It’s because of the character he’s playing." Fair enough. Everyone understood that.

We got on set (a nightclub), and my friends and I found a corner where there was a fan – because with 50 people, the end-of-August heat, and all the camera lights, it was already boiling.

Our "job" was to dance. The DJ played the first 20–30 seconds of Dua Lipa’s Dance the Night, we danced, the music stopped, and then we had to keep dancing in silence while the actors did their dialogue. We did this maybe 4–5 times, and then there was a break.

He walked me over to the bar, right next to one of the cameras. My inner film nerd was screaming – I was in the middle of everything and got to see all these amazing people doing their behind-the-scenes work. I silently thanked my blue and purple hair (definitely why he picked me), and I got a new “role.”

This guy from the crew came over and pointed at me:

"You. Will you come with me? I’d like you in another spot."

I just said yes – I was basically a prop anyway.

I was supposed to stand just outside the camera’s view, and when the guy gave me a signal, I’d take a few steps forward to the counter of the bar, pick up a drink from the bartender, and basically back out of the frame again.

While he explained it, he pointed and said:

"So I want you to walk over here, and Niko is gonna stand over there."

He pointed to a guy standing just a meter away, and I was like, “Cool, no problem.”

So, I spent the next two hours like 1–2 meters away from him, trying really hard to ignore his existence. And that was not easy. Especially because he was in a suit, playing this grumpy guy, so yeah… thank you for Carl Mørck-coding him.

Then they got ready to film. The guy at the bar left – and Nikolaj Lie Kaas walked over instead.

That’s when my dumbass brain finally caught up.

Anyway, all that stuff about him possibly being grumpy between takes? Bullshit. As soon as they said “cut,” he was instantly out of character. And while Lars would stay in his spot. Nikolaj didn’t. He’d walk around, talk to the camera crew, try to find Anders Thomas Jensen, or wander off to do God knows what. And every time he passed one of us extras, he was super polite – said “excuse me” or lightly tapped people on the shoulder.

When he did stay in his spot between takes, he’d find ways to pass the time: drumming on the counter, holding on to the counter while he was standing on one leg and leaning as far as he could to the side without falling over, or sing Dance the Night. And at one point, they called out the DJ’s name – Mads – and Nikolaj just whispered to himself, “Mikkelsen.”

He wasn’t trying to be funny or show off – he was just passing time. But I was definitely entertained.

We filmed that scene, and we were done – time for lunch. All the extras went back to the same place we’d started the morning. Then someone told us the actors wanted to come over and take photos with whoever wanted one.

Then came another scene where everyone was on the dance floor. Nikolaj and Lars’ characters are drunk, dancing close to some shirtless guys. As they got ready to film, Nikolaj smirked and said, “This is setting a mood, huh?” and put his arms around Lars’ neck, almost kissing him.

Since it was a room full of queer people – there was cheering.

We waited our turn in line. I was ready to be the responsible adult who spoke for the group. Lars was busy talking to a crew member, so Nikolaj looked at me and said: "Hi there, you."

One of my friends really wanted a photo, but she was too shy to ask. So I said I would ask, and we could take one together. Then our other friend wanted to join too – great, group photo!

I asked my shy friend if she wanted to stand in the middle – between Nikolaj and Lars – since she really wanted the pic. Also, I actually don’t like taking those kinds of photos. The last time I did was 22 years ago – when I was 8 – and my mom forced me take a photo with Mickey Mouse at Disneyland.

And for some reason, I got totally starstruck. A bit anxious too, because he was talking directly to me (he had said “du”, which is the singular Danish word for “you”), and I for some reason thought maybe my friends had bailed. So I started saying hi, turned my head to check if they were still with me (they were), and added, “My friends are joining too.”

Then I looked back at him and realized that this man – one of the most famous actors in this God forsaken country – was being so polite that he had offered me a handshake, and I’d completely missed it because I was looking away while talking to him.

And I just said: “Oh, me and my friends would like a group photo. I’ll just stand on the side.”

So yeah, they had totally misunderstood me and thought I didn’t want to be in the photo at all. At this point I think Nikolaj noticed I was a little uncomfortable, so he said, “Come here,” put an arm around my shoulders, kind of giving me a side hug. We took the picture, said thank you, and we were out of there.

He looked at me and said: “No.”

Then Lars chimed in with: “Yeah, you should be in the picture too.”

We waved back like: “See you?”

We stepped outside – it was raining. We started walking home, chatting about what a nice day it had been. Then, about 50 meters in front of us, Nikolaj, Lars, and a crew member came out a side door, heading back to set.

My friends and I were at this point talking about how the rain was ruining our makeup or something. Lars and the crew guy were chatting, but at the sound of us talking, Nikolaj turned his head, recognized us, and started waving saying: "Thanks for today, have a nice day, see you another time!"

So that was a long-ass answer – but I felt like I had to include everything. And yeah, in conclusion: Nikolaj Lie Kaas seems like a genuinely nice person, funny, and seems to truly care that people around him feel comfortable.

[kpopsexstories]

Coming This Week & Up-coming Stories Summer 2025

I just spent a couple of hours planning the posting schedule for the summer and updating the Up-coming Stories page on Story Finder. In this post I'll tell you the current plan and what new and previously teased k-pop smut stories you can look forward to on this blog.

As always, dates can change at any time 🙂

Coming this week...

June 10, 2025: Quick Fix #49 – TXT Yeonjun Ggum Hip Action

June 14, 2025: NCT 127 Dating Ban Story #6 – Doyoung Pt. 2/2

You get two new stories this week and I'm very excited for both!

The 4th Quick Fix Season 6 story will be out in two days, on Tuesday June 10. As you already know, this is the final story from my series of short x female reader stories before a break – but the final four stories of season 6 have now been scheduled! (See "July" below.)

This 4th story is about TXT Yeonjun. You're going at it when you ask him to ‘do the gum gum’. You'll find out what that means on Tuesday 😉

On Saturday (June 14, 2025) you get the second half of Doyoung's story from the NCT 127 Dating Ban series. This too is the final story of its series for a while, as I've yet to finish writing the remaining Dating Ban stories. (See "August and beyond..." below.)

June

Quick Fix Gay – BTS x TXT "Big Brother, Little Brother"

After the two above scheduled stories there will be a one week break with no new stories at all (I'm going on holiday). But after that – in the second half of June – you will finally get the long since promised BTS x TXT "Big Brother, Little Brother" stories.

These stories make up Season 3 of my Quick Fix Gay series and will be posted two days apart. Here's the exact posting schedule:

June 24, 2025: QF Gay #16 – Jungkook x Yeonjun

June 26, 2025: QF Gay #17 – RM x Kai

June 28, 2025: QF Gay #18 – Jimin x Taehyun

June 30, 2025: QF Gay #19 – Taehyung x Beomgyu

July 2, 2025: QF Gay #20 – Suga x Soobin

July 4, 2025: QF Gay #21 – Jin x J-hope

You can expect some hot and some funny member-on-member action in these short stories 😉

July

Straight Quick Fix Season 6 – The four remaining stories

In July the straight (x female reader) Quick Fix series picks back up again, with the four remaining stories of season 6. Up until today I haven't announced what they are so I hope you'll get excited about these:

July 8, 2025: QF #50 – NCT Taeyong Muscle Appreciation Taeyong has returned from the navy with a new, buff and fit body. You appreciate his big and broad muscles while his dick throbs inside you (💬 Requested).

July 15, 2025: QF #51 –BTS V-live Gone Wrong – Taehyung’s Girlfriend in Bed Taehyung's V-live goes horribly wrong when he thinks he's turned off the camera.

July 22, 2025: QF #52 – NCT Doyoung Eating Pussy Panic strikes when Doyoung’s mom returns home while you’re naked together in bed.

July 29, 2025: QF #53 – SKZ Han Jisung Fucks You From Behind You slide off the bed with your hands and face on the floor while Han yanks your legs to fuck you from behind.

The Dick Kiss Challenge 🍆💋

While the straight Quick Fix season is running (on Tuesdays) I'll also be posting some new Mixed One-shots (on Thursdays). This is my series with straight smut that is longer than Quick Fix stories (more context and fluff).

The two stories below, that you'll also get in July, come as a surprise. While I hinted about the "Dick Kiss Challenge" last week I haven't told you anything about them, and you haven't seen them on Story Finder until today.

Context: There's a naughty challenge going on among male k-pop idols in Korea. It involves making their erect dicks "kiss". I've written two stories about idols doing this challenge, and you'll get them both in July!

July 10, 2025: TXT Dick Kiss Challenge – Soobin & Yeonjun

July 17, 2025: BTS Dick Kiss Challenge – Jimin & Taehyung

Both of these stories are published under the straight Mixed One-shots umbrella because the whole point of the "challenge" is that idols who do it are not gay – that's what makes it a challenge and difficult to perform. It also technically makes these stories straight, even though they're gay as hell 😅

I have more "Dick Kiss Challenge" stories in mind, but I want to see how these two do first. Maybe they're not what you want since there's no s*x 🙂

July-August

Gay One-shots

Starting at the end of July I have a bunch of previously announced but never before scheduled (until now) gay smut stories. These gay stories will be posted one week a part every Thursday, starting on July 24.

Specifically, you'll get the following:

July 24, 2025: BTS Taehyung & Jimin Friendship Jerk-off Tired and heartbroken Taehyung comes to Jimin's bed for energy. This story has been on the "written but not scheduled" list for sooo long so it's about damn time that you get to read it! 😅

July 31, 2025: The Sexual Energy Between NCT Yangyang & Ten The sexual tension is strong when Ten comforts Yangyang who has just broken up with his ex. What better way to feel better than for Yangyang to fuck his best friend? (💬 Requested)

August 7, 2025: Riize Shotaro & Sungchan Body Appreciation Shotaro can’t get enough of Sungchan’s abs. Playful teasing creates a strong sexual tension between them which leads to touching and a thrilling jerk-off session. (💬 Requested)

August 14, 2025: TXT Yeonjun 'Boyfriend' Lazy Romance (Gay Version) You cuddle with Yeonjun in bed and discuss the burning question: are we a couple? The confirmation of your relationship status leads to sex. This is a combination of two older straight Quick Fix stories that, on request, have been turned into a longer gay story. (💬 Requested)

Straight One-shots

Also in August, I'll post at least three more straight Mixed One-shots, on Mondays. I've already told you about these and now I have preliminary dates 🙂

August 4, 2025: NCT Mark & Chenle x Female Reader Threesome in San Francisco You meet Chenle and Mark when they're exploring San Francisco and end up having a hot threesome in their hotel room.

August 11, 2025: TXT Soobin’s Sexy Speedo Campaign Soobin feels naked and exposed when he shoots a campaign film for a swimwear company.

August 18, 2025: NCT Dream Morning After a Pool Party It’s the morning after a crazy pool party and when you wake up in Jeno’s bed you start to remember. This story is similar to the SKZ Morning After a Crazy Party story.

Because I have more straight one-shots in the making I might end up extending this list to cover more Mondays in August-September, but nothing to announce yet.

August and beyond...

I've already started working on Quick Fix Season 7 and Quick Fix Gay Season 4. You're likely to get the stories I'm writing today sometime in the autumn.

The above plan for the summer (June-August) doesn't include any new Dating Ban stories. That's because I'm hoping to finish writing them during the summer, to publish in September if all goes to plan 🙂 As you know we're missing Yuta, Mark, Jaehyun and an all-members finale. Don't worry, I've got great plans for them 😉

I have sooo many drafts for stories on the Collections & Universes page on Story Finder. I'm so sorry it's taking so long to do more of these stories, but I am slowly moving forward on several. This includes for example Backstage S*x stories, the Lucas Wong scandal, and Wonho & Hyungwon as Boyfriends.

I also have a ton of requests I want to do. I write whatever I'm in the mood for in the moment and that's not always something requested, but I hope to do more during the summer, to publish in the autumn.

What are you most looking forward to?

As always I'm curious to know what you're excited about...

I know the wait can feel long. But with a few exceptions this schedule means two stories per week (one straight, one gay) all summer! That's a lot of new content coming your way 😃

[elizabethplaid]

morning convo in the kitchen - march 20, 2025

Woke sometime after 10:30am and spent a bit lounging. I realized Neighbor-J was in the kitchen, chatting with dad, so there was no way to avoid being seen. I figured "eff it" and had my breakfast at the table with them.

We ended up chatting for about 3 hours (11-2), having a really great discussion. I was literally shaking out my hands to quell my utter glee! when my dad mentioned how Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa" needed to be cleaned, and I got to explain why they can't clean it (effectively).

Long-story short, I was able to weave a lot of ideas into things I'd already been contemplating lately. I specifically mentioned some "Pride and Prejudice" analysis, and J agreed that it's such a great story. (It's his wife fav story, too.) He has purposely curated a blue-collar appearance externally, but he's a very well-educated and intellectually curious guy. He can also be an ass for fun.

I appreciate that we can challenge each other and keep it jovial. I also played Tom Cardy's "Flirt (with your Dad)", because J is just a few months older than me.

Longer discussion below the cut

Neighbor-J is republican and sometimes says things that I clash with or irk me. (He also said something to purposely piss me off today, and I said "fuck you" to him.) But his understanding of the arts and philosophy is enjoyable in conversation. I was trying to understand his nuance of "labels" versus "descriptions" (eg "identity politics"), and I liked how we were able to break it down. The phrase "rationality versus intuition" paralleled "hard-strict rules versus flexible guidelines", and both kept coming up again and again.

The more we broke things down, the more we/things clicked. It was great! But his wider perspective still makes me flinch, when things get brought up. I better understand why/how he approaches things (eg school board policies), but they are nuanced situations that cannot be discussed in broader terms.

I don't have (close) siblings, but I'm assuming our dynamic might be like siblings? My half-sister is 9 years older than me, so we don't really have a lot of banter. I've never had a brother, either. Meanwhile, Neighbor-J is one of like 4 or 5 kids. He also has 5 kids, and most of his siblings have multiple kids. He's a rascal or scamp, in an amusing sense. I appreciate him, begrudgingly. He's pissed me off in the past, too.

In a heated conversation, a few years ago, I mentioned I wasn't straight. It was kind of brushed off and never referenced again. And my dad was not in the room, though J's wife heard it. I kept my distance for a few years, but I was able to hold conversations with him later. (The Excessive Stick Project is what "united" us, oddly enough.)

Sometimes I wonder if he ever told my dad, because I'm technically not out to him. I only considered I might be bi in the last several years, and I never discussed it with my dad. I've given hints it's a possibility. Even on tumblr, I don't talk about it much. It's not really any of my dad's business, especially when I'm not actively seeking out people to date.

I know he'd still love me. It's just when conversations about gays and gay culture, from whatever dad's read online, come up and I chime in with what I've learned via tumblr. There's a clash, and I want to say, "Dude, that is not what these people really want or how they think." But that's also the generational clash.

It makes me wonder how much of what I thought I was taught by my dad was actually things I learned from PBS or books or school or friends. And how much is just him aging and changing priorities.

To wrap back around to my original point, I guess that's why Neighbor-J isn't all bad. He's like a median point between me and dad. He connects with us both, particularly in ways that I might not relate to dad and vice versa. So he can sometimes be a bridge or a translator.

This is fodder for counseling, to be sure.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Hello....Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any media that you love (books, anime/manga, tv series, movies, games, etc)? Thanks if you want to answer. Sorry if I ask too much....

Ah, I don't think I can do favorite moments. How about "Moments that overloaded me so much I needed to stop short and process"? Because favorite or not, these ones all impacted me very deeply.

1. That bit in Noragami Aragoto when Yukine sacrifices his name for Yato's safety and becomes a Blessed Vessel.

Look, I had to pause the show for about 20 minutes when watching it for the first time because I was so Overcome. I was watching with my little brother, and he had the same reaction. We spent the twenty minutes incoherently making noises at each other in the middle of the night until we could finally calm down enough to continue.

Something about how far Yukine came from a frustrated, sullen kid who was acting out because he had been hurt and traumatized so badly, to willing to give up everything for the person who risked everything for him was just. Wow. Wowwww. 1000/10 character arc.

2. This moment toward the end of The Furies of Calderon when Tavi had messed something up and his uncle wasn't speaking to him, and he had gone so silent and cowed, and Amara was like, "Huh, I've seen actual abuse, but this hurt this kid so quietly?"

Because all I could think of was how I knew exactly what it was like to make a small mistake trying to help someone else and lose everything for it because of the way my parents acted, even though absolutely no one understood what it would mean for me or that my parents would not forgive.

I cried. I don't know if I was supposed to? But I did.

3. Viktor launching himself at Yuuri to kiss him in episode 7 of Yuri!!! On ICE

I watched this one live, so there was no need to pause the show or anything to process. But I do remember around that point in the episode, I stood up and spent the credits/etc. raking my hand through my hair, pressing my lips together, trying to hold it together because What did I just see?

I then frantically DM'd all my friends to message me immediately after they'd seen the episode, and then went for two separate runs in November in the Upper Midwest without a jacket, trying to settle whatever I was. Doing. Emotionally.

Ahhhhh!!!!

Ahhh!

4. Toward the end of Trick of the Light when Zeke and Griffin confessed to finally having got together

Because back in high school when I was reading this, I had spent the entire book shipping them and telling myself it was a proper urban fantasy novel, not a romance novel, it wasn't a schlocky BL manga, of course they weren't going to--WHAT? THEY DID???

I screamed. I threw the book (library book. Ooops!). I was mad, but at myself, but why, that was the environment I had been lead to believe in? But? No.

5. The end of the last episode of the Nabari no Ou anime.

When I tell you I cried. I cried for, legitimately, hours. A friend and I had stayed up almost all weekend in college shotgunning the series, it was 10am on Sunday morning after having not slept all night, I went back to my dorm room after starting my sobbing session, and could not sleep, because oh my God.

I don't usually cry to visual media. It doesn't usually hit as hard. Yoite....Yoite brought me to pieces.

6. Jeff getting outed in volume 10 of The Case Files of Jeweler Richard

I'm pretty sure I kept suffering through machine translation of the novel after that, but my brain was still focusing on processing...that...Jeff...was gay. I don't think I stayed up much longer that night. Because. Because. BECAUSE.

Lots more, probably, but this is my most memorable ones for right now.

Laters!

[casspurrjoybell-25]

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 20

*Warning: Adult Content*  

Jayce stared at the wall of his hotel room, sighing before he looked back at his laptop.

This would be the fifth job application he'd submitted today.

He hoped someone would call him back but he worried that because it was now December and the holidays were approaching, companies wouldn't be hiring until the new year.

He had enough savings to stay in this hotel for the rest of the month but after that, he'd have to start bringing in some money if he wanted to make sure he had enough to pay for the deposit and first month's rent for a new apartment.

To make things worse, most of the apartments he'd looked at wanted proof of employment and current pay stubs, so he couldn't even get an apartment until he got a job.

It was stressful but it wasn't what was bothering him most. 

Dylan was constantly on his mind.

He missed the quiet, gentle man.

He missed Dylan's huge arms wrapped around him, Dylan's warm lips against his and the way Dylan seemed to smell like Christmas.

He still didn't understand quite what had gone wrong.

Dylan seemed to like him and he'd told Jayce he could be himself.

But maybe what had happened was what always happened to him, as soon as he wasn't perfect, guys left him.

He'd challenged Dylan about going into town and brought up Dylan's flaws and a few hours later, Dylan had sent him back to Seattle.

The other possibility was that his helplessness and tendency to turn everything into a disaster had been too much for Dylan.

Because of his poor planning, he'd caused a missing persons fiasco, wasted everyone's time and caused the police to show up at Dylan's door.

Most people wouldn't be happy about that.

He hadn't known his brother was going to invite him for Thanksgiving this year or that both his brother and his parents would panic when they didn't hear back from him and couldn't get in touch with him.

It was nice to know his family actually did care.

Since he missed Thanksgiving with them, he had been invited to fly to his brother's house for Christmas.

Giving up on the job applications for now, he crawled onto the hotel bed and sank down with his face in the pillows.

He was upset about how things had turned out with Dylan and he'd spent more time moping around than he wanted to admit.

Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Dylan's face.

He didn't know how things would have worked out between them, especially living several hours apart from each other but he'd at least wanted to try being in a relationship with Dylan.

Beside him on the bed, his phone started vibrating.

He picked it up quickly, hoping maybe it'd be someone from one of the jobs he'd applied to but he sighed when he saw it was just his brother calling him.

Again.

"Hey, Matt," he answered. "I'm still okay. Not lost anywhere. You don't need to keep checking up on me."

"I know but I want to. I feel bad for being too wrapped up in my own life to keep in touch on a consistent basis. That's going to change."

"You have a wife and kids. You should be focused on them."

"And I can focus on you too," Matt sighed. "I didn't know Dad and Mom were being so weird about you being gay. If I had known, I would have done a lot of things differently."

"It's not your problem."

"It is, especially when my little brother takes off into the mountains without telling anyone and almost dies."

"I'm fine," he insisted. "I promise. I won't ever do that again, trust me."

"You still owe me the detailed version of what happened. I mean, some guy who lived in the mountains found you? You can't just leave it at that."

"Okay," he sighed.

He started filling Matt in about Dylan and he couldn't help but tell him everything.

He needed to talk to someone about Dylan and about how he had messed it all up.

"That's quite a story," Matt said.

"Yeah. I just wish I hadn't screwed things up."

"Jayce, I don't think it's your fault. Based on everything you just told me about Dylan, he's had a rough life. This might be something you should talk to Heather about."

He had only spoken with Matt's wife Heather a few times but she had always been kind to him.

And she was a therapist, so it probably wouldn't hurt to get her perspective.

Heather's warm, upbeat voice filled his ear.

"Hey, Jayce. I'm glad you're okay and safely back in Seattle. You had us all worried."

"I'm fine," he assured her. "I didn't mean to cause all this trouble."

He gave her a brief recap of the past couple months but spent most of the time telling her about Dylan.

She listened carefully, taking a moment to think before giving her opinion.

"If you really like Dylan and want to have a relationship with him, the first thing both of you will have to do is communicate better. It sounds like you both have insecurities and you need to talk to each other about those. Second, you're going to have to take the lead on a lot of things. Dylan's had a sheltered life and it doesn't seem like he's had much opportunity for human interaction. He doesn't have the same social skills that you do. You're going to have to be patient with him. There may be days when he lashes out or doesn't know how to handle a situation. I suspect that's what happened when he sent you home."

"I didn't think about all of that," he admitted.

"If you want to talk to him again or see him again, you'll need to be the one to reach out. There could be any number of things Dylan is thinking but it's possible that after everything he's been through, he doesn't believe you actually want to be around him."

He listened carefully to everything Heather said, asking a few follow-up questions before they hung up.

He was grateful to have her advice and see the situation from someone else's perspective.

It gave him hope that things didn't have to be over with Dylan.

For days, Dylan had laid in his bed, barely eating and ignoring the world around him.

The silence he'd once loved was stifling now.

Jayce was gone and he'd give anything to hear Jayce's laugh again or listen to him ramble on, filling the room with the sound of his voice.

He pulled the blanket over his head and clutched the scarf he'd given to Jayce.

After Jayce had left, he'd found the scarf draped over a chair.

Apparently, Jayce didn't want to take it with him and didn't want any reason to remember him or his time in the cabin.

The rejection stung but he buried his face in the scarf and breathed deeply. It still smelled like Jayce.

He knew he needed to get up and move on with his life.

More snow had fallen and he needed to clear the driveway again and bring in more firewood.

And if he wanted fresh fruit and vegetables, he'd have to do what he dreaded most, go back into town to the grocery store.

A few hours later, he pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store.

He stared at the building in front of him, hoping there wouldn't be many people inside.

He hoped he could get in, get what he needed and get out before anyone noticed him.

Inside the store, a group of teenagers were in the bakery section looking at the desserts and an older woman was slowly pushing a cart down one of the aisles as she browsed.

He kept his head down and headed straight to the produce section.

He quickly picked out what he wanted before taking a detour to grab some fish fillets as well.

He was about to turn the corner into the next aisle when he heard the whispers of the teenagers he'd seen when he entered the store.

"Did you see that creepy guy is in here?" one of the girls said. "I heard that he kidnapped a hiker and kept him in some weird cabin up in the mountains."

One of the guys chimed in.

"My dad said the same thing and told me to stay away from him. Like I would ever go near him. Something's wrong with that guy."

His heart sank hearing their words.

He didn't know how the information about Jayce being at his cabin had gotten out but it shouldn't have surprised him that people were twisting the story to make him out to be a threat.

Now, people's stares were going to be even worse.

The teenagers laughed about something and he focused on their words again.

"That big scar on his face looks so bad," another girl whispered. "I don't know why he walks around like that instead of trying to cover it up."

He felt sick.

It was one thing for his mind to fill in the blanks about what people must be thinking as they stared at him but it was another thing entirely hearing their real thoughts.

He couldn't stand another second of being in public with everyone's watching eyes, so he dropped his basket of groceries and quickly fled from the store.

[weatheryear]

Expansion Pack

Back in the day, before the internet, or even when we had the internet but it wasn't doing anything other than Slashdot and gay Star Trek erotica, you could not update your software. You went to the store, bought a box with shrink wrap around it, (unless you had the millions to commission something custom), put the disk into your computer, installed it, and played it. If a game was published with problems, they were permanent.

We literally had shareware, which were disks that you were explicitly told you were allowed to spread, in order to get information passed around through Sneakernet.

Sneakernet is another story.

Anyways. So, the game was published, and initially, you only one two options, tell the player how to fix your game, or sell a new game.

If we take DOOM, DOOM 2 was basically an expansion pack, but the concept didn't exist yet. It was decided afterwards that an iteration of a game, a full version number increase, should have mechanics built from the ground up.

Reminder this is what happened with Super Mario.

Left: Super Mario Brothers 1 (released 1985)

Mid: Super Mario Brothers 3 (released 1988)

Rght: Super Mario World (released 1990)

This is how fast computers were developing back in the day. This was called Moore's Law.

But, there was a middle ground. You could make an Expansion Pack. Xpacs were normally priced at half a normal game, and would add a full new campaign plus a few new units or weapons.

And life was good.

With the proliferation of the internet, games could now be patched. Initially, what they did was either:

Bug Patch: Fixing problems.

Balance Patch: They change the small numbers in the background to improve the playability of the game.

Content Patch: Free content.

But then they figured out that with the internet they could make patches as often as they wanted. Instead of a the great sigh of relief being able to fix the one major problem from the game, it turned into routine. Games no longer had work out of the box, to the point that it sometimes takes years of patches before a game is video game is viewed as even playable.

And then they realized people could pay for individual content. Instead of paying $40 for a whole new campaign that was as good as the original, and a few new playable classes, and a whole new set of items, you could now charge $2 for the dozen items, $10 per character, and $20 for an extremely short campaign that can be beaten in a few hours. Instead of paying half the price for the same amount of content as the original, you pay the full price, if not more, for much worse content. Each item and character is completely separate and not meant to work together, the campaign is about as long as the tutorial was, and every - single - separate piece gets fucked over the next time Microsoft updates their DLLs, and has to be patched, individually.

And we get WoW, that carved out 95% of the original mechanics to make the game easier for casuals, and destroyed the world's lore from the very first expansion pack, that you have to pay for, along with the monthly fee, and then if you want to have anything good, you need to pay real money for it.

For the record, Vanilla WoW spent ridiculous amounts of time and effort to stop any real-money transactions. If you got caught even offering, your account would be banned.

Back in the day, if you had a disappointing expansion pack, (usually on the third+ one), you just... uninstalled it.

to put this into context, the only reason I got rid of my NES/SNES/N64 was not because the games didn't work, and was not because the games were less fun then current names, but because I had played them through so many times that I wasn't even thinking while playing. If you get a working console and working cartridge, (because barbarians cannot take care of their electronics), THEY WILL STILL PLAY.

The only reason I can't play my Windows games, (other than giving them away), is because I realized how much superior Macs are.

And now we have governments discussing how loot boxes are casinos for kids.

[pokeybananas]

Just this is 1000% true. I am always here and open to receive any one of the queerstake folks or questioning people.

I remember when my mom told me that my brother was gay. I was making pasta from scratch (I'm still this person tbh) and, even though we had family over, abandoned my starchy friend and sat in the bathtub and cried for like two hours. I was completely heartbroken. My heart aches for 16 year old me. Its so hard to be a teen. I'm truly so proud of the queer youth for figuring these things out about themselves.

Now I'm, like 14 years out from that, been out for like 3 years now (it certainly feels longer than that), in my own queer journey, just got divorced from a man, and turned 30.

My one piece of advice is***: don't deny who you are so you can fit into other people's expectations of you. I spent so long trying to please others **** (as I was raised to in the church) and my 20s were full of anxiety and loneliness (thank heavens for SSRIs). * Regardless of where your journey is or where it leads to, making major life decisions only to try and please others, or fit into some sort of ill-defined mold is nothing but misery. There is community outside of the church, there is found family too. To end on one of my favorite quotes: "the time will pass anyway."

*to anyone who thinks "people who left the church are lazy learners" or any of that other stuff, they are some of the bravest people I know. Would you like to try and completely redefine your belief system, lose your community, and work through all toxic ideas of ones self that the church teaches?

**If you don't count the not being involved with the church at all (i live in a kinda rural area and I see the missionaries at least one a week, why are there so many out here?) and the occasional sip of tea, and the tithing thing (the church has $250 BILLION, they're fine, they make more interest in 2 weeks than you probably ever will in your life)(for context, a million seconds ago was around 2021, a billion seconds ago we were in the middle of the Roman empire), I'm still completely temple worthy

*** I have many other pieces of advice, including "don't get married before your 25 at least, because like, I didn't realize I was gay until 29, and that came as a huge shock and I was married to a man for 7 years by that point", "when you first leave the church, you will have a realization, that not having substances and such never gave you a chance to really practice or observe self control. Bring $15 to the bar and call it early" "people are inherently good (for the most part)", "let people prove to you that you can trust them", "seriously have someone with experience with the substances that you TRUST help gauge how high/drunk you are" "start saving for retirement early" " you don't have to be busy every second of every day in order to be successful" "in the end, your knowledge and health are all you have", "choose and chase joy, but stalking is creepy", "find more exmormons if you want, they understand more of what you're going through" "just because you leave the church doesn't mean you also have to leave all the friends you've made behind" "

****my dad once home taught a guy who was gay and married to a woman. Can you imagine what misery that was not only for the husband, but especially for the wife? AND THEY HAD KIDS We already have women falling on so many swords in this faith, don't make them do it more

***** is my ADHD showing?

I just went browsing the queerstake tag for a little while, just, you know, curious about what's going on in there.

But I couldn't do it for very long. Very nearly every post is just.... pain. Mormon kids who want to do the right thing but also feel the need to be true to themselves. People who are struggling, who don't understand how the people that are supposed to be their community can treat them the way that they do.

Sometimes there are little posts of joy and acceptance, happiness among themselves. They've found some small community here on tumblr, and for that I am glad.

But it just reminds me of the weeks before I stopped being Mormon. It didn't feel like a process, not really. I believed, full stop, I knew the church was true. But I also knew that love was love and that it was good for people to live by how they felt inside, be that sexuality or gender. I knew that people deserve to be happy in this life and spend their days with a partner and in a body that they love.

And it really was just a step off a cliff when I suddenly realized that I just... didn't believe the same things as the church anymore. That my beliefs of kindness and understanding and love were things the church could not and would not accept or change for, and that if it did change for them, then it wasn't the true church anyway.

It was a relief, more than anything, to let go of the pain and confusion the church was putting me through.

It was a relief, to know that there were people and communities out there who would share that love and understanding I wanted, without any strings attached.

And if any queer mormons are reading this, just... please, know that there are other communities out there. Better ones. Kinder ones. You won't be alone, if you make that jump.

[possessionisamyth]

Every time I see the occasional floating SU post talking about how no one understood The Point, I both get it and immediately recognize that, due to the complex hate vortex created on tumblr during its run, people have selective memory for what legitimate and illegitimate criticisms were being made for the show. Heres a short list, do not add to it:

-the racism from outside and inside the house (human zoo full of brown people, entire bismuth plotline, white people saying garnet isn't black "shes an alien" which also happened for all of her fusions, blatant silencing of black teens written of as "the discourse" whenever they made decent talking points about anything, etc)

-people crucifying rebecca sugar for drawing illicit material as a minor (something a lot of ppl who do art or likes art makes or consumes when they get really into drawing or shipping)

-people shouting "rebecca sugar is jewish! she knows what she's doing" to any criticism at all to silence other people just engaging with the show and stating things they didn't like about certain episodes

-the reveal of rose quartz, the beautiful fat character we spent all this time learning bits and pieces about, being a skinny tall girl(pink diamond) in essentially a fat suit

-homophobic and transphobic people capitalizing on the discourse tags to shout louder and louder about small things that'd go under the radar of any other show further poisoning the cesspool (dumb shit like peridot being child coded)

-how the SU crew handled advertising when they really shouldn't have been doing any marketing ( the concrete reveal and immediate backtracking) and I do blame CN for not doing more actual marketing and trying to bank on social media clout with animators who are not equiped for this

-people asking for lowered stakes when it comes to the diamonds whole schtick because of the implications, and they could predict what the showrunners would do based on previous plotlines

-people upset because during a time where we were getting a fascism free sample(drump), the imaginary fascists get a handshake and a "okay, restorative justice time" moment

-severe lack of understanding that the show was cut short due to the ruby/sapphire wedding, and the movie and sequel series was an attempt to make up for it, and i can't say whether or not this was done well because I dropped out of SU before the movie dropped

In summary, I do think Steven Universe was important. It did do a lot of things well, and it helped open more doors for other creators to do more fun gay and trans stuff in their shows including handling difficult topics. Whether those other shows handle ALL those topics well isn't something I'm going to waste my breath on. If the writing captivates me then it captivates me, and now whether or not it's good is always second to whether or not I find it fun.

My little brother and I watched SU together like we did Gravity Falls and Adventure Time, and I was able to use the metaphor of Stevonnie to explain my nonbinary status to him without any issue. However, at some point for me, I stopped finding the show fun, and I know for a lot of people sucked into the tumblr hate vortex that meant they had to equate the show as Bad.

I don't know if I'll sit myself down and watch the movie or follow up series, but this isn't because I think they're bad. I simply have gotten back into actual adult fiction books and comics, so a lot of YA or kids content haven't been hitting those same brain spots with me like they used to when I was a minor or a young 20 something trying to figure out how to be a person.

There's more I could say about how lgbt+ writing and art is held under a tighter microscope than the most milquetoast cishet content, but there's already dozens of posts floating around that explain it better than I feel like doing at this hour.

What I will say though, is if you loved SU at first and you started to hate it, like genuinely hate it, maybe take the time to figure out when the hate started, what caused that hatred, and why you hated it, especially now that you don't have every other post on your feed talking about how SU sucks yelling in your ear.

[colorsofyourheart]

Small world, huh?

AN: Just a little thing I'm working on for Chenrich and needed to get into writing so I can finally concentrate on all the reports I'm supposed to have ready before Monday...

-

A normal girl in a normal town.

That's what she'd told Dr Lynn she would be once she got to Haven Springs… and that was probably the moment that she jinxed it.

But how was Alex supposed to know she was going to walk into the plot of a rom-com movie?

Yes, okay. She had her powers and should have known better than to think she would be able to hide them and ignore them just because she was out of that damn group home. But it hadn't even been five minutes since she got off that bus that she got her first glimpse of a strong emotion with Gabe feeling sad he missed her growing up --which she was fortunately able to stop by making some comments and distracting him-- and not even an hour later she would be beating the crap out of a violent asshole and hitting her own brother.

And a sane person would think that would be the thing freaking her out the most right? Losing control. But nope, Alex certainly wasn't anywhere near sane… empathy curse, remember?

No, what was freaking Alex out happened after the sadness and before the ass whooping, which in hindsight probably made losing it on Mac easier since her own emotions had already been a mess when the idiot decided to beat up Alex's brother.

And really, why would her emotions be anything other than a mees, when only about 20 minutes after getting off the bus and meeting with her long lost brother, Alex would end up locking eyes with a girl she had met over a year ago and spent a really hot no strings attached but definitely unforgettable week ‘exploring’ the women loving side of her sexuality with, and whom Alex hadn’t expected to see ever again –but often fantasized about because who wouldn’t fantasize with the hot, confident drummer chick who could probably turn nuns gay with one of her sexy smirks?

'Gotta fucking chill... but fuck just fucking look at her.'

And right at that moment Alex was definitely looking, because holy shit… did she get hotter? How could she possibly have gotten hotter? It simply wasn't humanly possible and... 'Oh God she recognized me!'

The green eyed girl's eyes widened in surprise before moving down Alex's body with obvious appreciation and unknowingly making the shorter girl shiver.

'Holy fuck… is that really her?'

'Shit, she looks even hotter with short hair.'

'What's she doing here? Did she come for me?'

The words hit Alex's mind first before an image of Alex coming for the taller girl in a completely different way and an emotional explosion of purple and gold assaulted her mind and knocked her unconscious.

[hiiraya]

i like you (more than i thought i would) (rewrite)

masterlist

pairing: robin buckley x reader

words: ~2,101

warnings: mostly fluff and being a gay mess

requested: nope :p

a/n: we've reached 200 of you wonderful people following this blog!! thanks for taking time out of your days to read the mess i post ♡

“If you think I'm believing a single thing you just said to me, you're out of your mind.”

She said, shaking her head at the taller boy as she wiped the counter.

"I'm telling the truth!” He persisted, glancing around the room before leaning closer to her to whisper, "you know, she's gay too."

She only rolled her eyes in response, turning away from him to start sorting the returned vcr's that had come in.

It hadn’t been the first time Steve had tried to play a prank on her, and she was smart enough to know when she was being played with.

"Yeah, okay, dingus."

He huffs when she dismisses him again, throwing an old receipt that was laying around on the counter at her, sticking his tongue out like a child.

"Believe it or not, Buckley, it's true. My sister - my twin sister - is coming to have lunch with me today."

"I guess I'll believe it when I see it."

-

Even though she told him that she didn't believe him earlier that morning that he had a sister (a twin sister to be more exact), Robin had been on the lookout for the other Harrington sibling.

If she even did exist.  

Imagining a more feminine version of Steve, she had to wonder if you two shared the same personality. If you were just as confident and outspoken as your counterpart, or if you were the complete opposite.

She didn't really know what to expect, but when the time finally came and you walked through the door, all expectations Robin had flown out the window.

While Steve's style was more casual with his plain t-shirts, light-washed denim jeans and thin bomber jacket (Robin swore she'd never seen him wear any other jacket) - you on the other hand, were the complete opposite of your brother.

There you were, wearing a black t-shirt with some rock band that Robin had never heard of before, paired with black jeans that were ripped at the knees. The worn leather jacket around your shoulders making you look so out of place, yet the air of confidence you had around you made it feel like you owned the place.

The similarities were there, it wasn't hard to see that you two were clearly siblings, but that didn't stop Robin from glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“You ready for lunch, Steve?” You questioned, pushing the sunglasses currently resting on your nose up to your hair as you walked to the counter where Steve and Robin currently were. ”I’m not waiting all day for you."

Your older brother tutted and shook his head, and Robin could only stand there in shock because no way were you two related.

Absolutely no way.

"I'm still older than you, Y/N/N," He chided you playfully, before turning to face her. "By the way, this is the Robin I was telling you about.”

You turned your gaze to her direction and nodded your head in acknowledgement of Robin’s presence. She said nothing as you rested your forearms on the counter, the action alone making her cheeks heat up because how can one sibling be so smooth and the other so hopeless?

Also, Steve had told you about her?

“First of all, you’re only older by 20 minutes,” You retorted, narrowing your eyes facetiously at your older brother.

"And secondly," You begin, turning your attention back to Robin (who at this point was still standing there with her jaw lax at the interactions between the two of you). "It's nice to meet you."

If you were shocked by Robin suddenly grabbing Steve by the arm and saying yeah, wow, okay, Steve can I talk to you for a second? you didn't show it, allowing your brother to be dragged away to what you assumed was the back room.

"That's your sister?"

Steve had the audacity to look smug, and if it wasn't for her having a mental panic she would've punched him in the arm to get rid of the smirk on his face.

"I told you she was real."

She could only huff in retaliation. He was right. He did tell her that you were real, but he forgot to mention just how much of a character you were.

Besides, wouldn't it be a little weird to be attracted to her co-worker/friend’s younger sister?

"Fine, she is real, but you didn't tell me she was--"

"The complete opposite of me?" The taller boy teased, thoroughly enjoying watching this flustered side of Robin come to light. "Wouldn’t have guessed that bad girls were your type, Robin."

If Robin wasn’t red before, she definitely was now.

"It’s not my fault your sister is hotter and has more game than you do, Harrington.”

-

Robin followed Steve back out to the front, still obviously flustered that Steve had easily called her out on her visible attraction towards you.

Unknowingly to her, the taller boy already had something planned up his sleeves.

“I’m ready to go for lunch, but I just have one question for you, Y/N/N," He says, clapping his hands together as he approached you.

"Are you free on Saturday?”

Robin watches you look up from where you had been sitting, eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Yeah, I guess? I’m going to be in town for a little while. Why?”

Instead of answering your question, Steve nodded before facing her, that annoying, knowing smirk back on his face.

"What about you, Robin?"

“Yeah?"

The two of you could only watch as Steve grinned, the expression on his face only making you more confused while Robin felt the heat in her cheeks rise once again as he made eye contact with her.

"Perfect! Unfortunately, I have a shift on Saturday, but you two have fun on your date.”

“Date?”

“Date?”

She expected you to refuse, after all, who accepts to go on a date with someone you've never met before?

She expected you to roll your eyes and berate your brother, Robin already imagining how you would tell Steve to stop playing around, I came here so we could get food.

Honestly, she expected you to do anything other than say yes.

But when you only shrug your shoulders, and turn to face Robin, you surprise both her and your brother by tilting your head to the side and smiling.

“I've never turned down a date with a pretty girl," You say, with a grin that could rival the sun (but Robin thinks she's a little biased when she thinks that). "What do you say, Robin?”

She looked at Steve (who merely winked at her, and she knows that he's deliberately playing match maker) before back to you.

It didn’t help that you weren’t bad to look at, scratch that, Robin knew she was attracted to you the moment you walked into the store.

One date couldn’t hurt right?

"I guess it's a date.”

-

I'm going to kill Steve.

She doesn't normally wake up with murder on her mind, but the fact that your date was only a few hours away, she couldn't help but blame the nerves on the person who had set up the whole thing.

As much as she wanted to call you throughout the week and cancel the date, very much regretting the fact that she agreed to this date without a second thought, she knew that Steve would talk her ear off about how she ditched his sister and frankly, she’d rather just get the date over and done with if it meant he would shut up.

So when you showed up at her door at exactly 6 o'clock and not a minute late, just like you told her, Robin tried to ignore the nerves that had been present ever since she woke up that morning.

“Hop on.” You told her while holding out a black helmet. You were still wearing that worn leather jacket (what was it about the Harrington's and never owning any other jacket?) that made her speechless the first time she saw you.

“You want me to get on that?”

She watched you glance down at the 1982 Triumph motorbike that you were currently straddling, before looking back at her with a raised brow.

“Yes? Come on, I’m won’t let anything happen to you.” You say, gesturing to the helmet again while you gave her a comforting smile.

You only smiled wider when she took a step further, helping her put the helmet on and securing it on her head. Robin hoped that you couldn't see the way her cheeks had heated up when your fingers brushed against the underside of her chin, but the way you were still watching her with an admiring smile on your features.

“I’m holding you to your word, Harrington.” She mumbled, taking your offered hand to help her get on the seat.

“Just keep your arms around me, and we’ll be there before you know it.” She heard you say while you position her arms around your waist.

She couldn't help but lean into you when you situated her arms around you, the closeness of your bodies making her heart race a little. For someone who looked so intimidating on the outside, the more she was around you the more she could see that it was just a façade.

-

"You cold, Buckley?”

She watches you secure your bike and put the helmets away, all while having a smirk on your face. If she ever doubted you and Steve were siblings before, the smirk definitely said it all.

The sun had gone down by the time you arrived, and it didn’t help that the wind whipping past while you were driving made it feel like Robin had just walked into a freezer.

"Shut up."

You let out a small laugh, but nevertheless you shrug off your jacket. Taking a few steps to stand by her side, draping the heavy fabric over her shoulders.

“There, now you won’t get cold.”

Robin swore she’d blushed more around you in the thirty minutes she'd spent with you than she had in her whole life.

She felt her pinkie brush against yours, and before she could think about whether or not you would think it was too forward of her if she were to hold your hand, you had already laced your fingers with hers, the warm of your palm tethering her to the moment.

“Rides first then food? That way we don’t throw up anything we eat.”

All she could do was nod and let you lead the way.

-

Maybe it was because you were Steve’s sister, or that she barely knew you that Robin doesn't want to admit just how much she doesn't want the day with you to end.

Maybe.

The blush that stained Robin’s cheeks from the moment you helped her put the helmet on refused to go away even after hours had passed since then.

As much as she tried to deny it, she loved being pampered by you during your time together.

The whole night you were there by her side. With you hand in hers, or on her side, or on her arm, you made sure that she knew that you were by her side the whole time.

For all your tough guise you liked to show, you sure weren't afraid of looking like a complete fool trying to win her a big bear in one of those impossible basketball games where the hoop is too small for the ball to fit in.

She liked you.

More than she'd liked to admit.

But she had to remind herself that you weren’t staying for long. That no matter how much fun she had with you, you wouldn’t be in Hawkins forever.

"Are you staying in Hawkins for long, Y/n?”

With her hand still in yours, she tightened her grip just a little while she met your eyes.

If you could hear the reluctance in her voice you didn’t show it, only squeezing her hand back in return.

"I wasn't planning on staying for long," You admit.

“I’ve never really been one to stay in one place for too  long but something's telling me that maybe I should."

She could practically hear Steve already teasing her for being ‘lovesick’ for his sister, but with the way you were looking at her now - with such warmth, like whatever was budding between you two was something that you wanted to last.

"You should."

If the smile you gave her, told her anything, it was that she wanted this to last too.

[ginnyweasleymybeloved]

cocktails / ginny weasley

Ginny my beloved <3 welcome to my being-so-gay-for-ginny-weasley blog 🥰💓

summary: your girlfriend comes home from quidditch practice to find you prancing around the kitchen, making cocktails.

word count: 2k

warning(s): kissing, alcohol, characters are in their 20s, fluffy

let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3

♡

Ginny had just made her way home from a quidditch practice that had run on for almost five hours and it was safe to say that she was completely exhausted.

The red head couldn’t wait to get home to you. Although she loved and was extremely grateful for her (very successful) professional quidditch career, after the Saturday practice surpassed the three hour mark she’d been fantasising about throwing herself into your waiting arms and having a good moan about how tedious the day’s training had been.

It was strange really; the concept of having everything she wanted. The idea that she could go out to a job that she actually liked and that paid well and then come home to the person she loved most in the world, in a place that she felt genuinely comfortable. And yet everyday that’s what she was met with. She’d come hom from a strenuous day of training, completely worn out. And there you’d be; back from a long day’s work yourself, with the kettle already boiled with two cups ready and with fresh, warm towels folded for her in the bathroom, ready for her to dry herself with after she’d enjoyed her post-practice shower. Tonight was slightly different however.

Once Ginny had finally trudged through the doorway of your shared flat, she’d been met with your cheerful face grinning mischievously at her from the kitchen. Without wasting much time she kicked off her shoes and made her way into the kitchen, a single eyebrow raised in question.

“Welcome home!” You sang cheerily, prancing around the kitchen, picking up bottles and pouring copious amounts of the liquid into the blender that usually resided in the back of the bottom cupboard.

Ginny let out an airy laugh, “What’re you doing?” She asked monotonously, acting as if she wasn’t captivated by the way you seemed to float about the kitchen.

“Making cocktails.” You stated simply, turning to face her as you did so. There she stood, arms crossed below her chest and a knowing grin on her face- it was the grin she always wore when she knew she was about to tell you off for one thing or another. “And! Before your start-“ You began as you pulled her into your arms, “I made you an alcohol free one. So you can have one and still not break your ridiculous training... diet thingy.” You warned with a similar knowing look to her own, your arms were wound tightly around her waist, as her’s snaked around your shoulders and pulled you flush against her chest.

“So you can and you will have one, Ginerva.” Your voice was final and Ginny let out a short laugh, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and pulling your closer still.

“Mm. And what’s in this concoction, if I may ask?” With a sweet smile, you pressed a quick kiss to her lips before answering her.

“Cranberry juice, pineapple juice and orange juice.” You informed, placing another-longer, kiss to her lips; a kiss which she happily returned. Ginny’s lips moved fiercely against yours, pushing you against the counter until she pulled away from you, “How thoughtful.”

“Thought you might enjoy it. Y’know, after training all weekend.” You supplied as you shifted your gaze towards the kitchen tiles shyly, holding her securely nonetheless.

Before you could worry about whether or not she liked your plan for a cocktail night, her fingers were beneath your chin and gently turning it up so your pretty eyes could meet her’s. “I love it. I love you.” Ginny reassured you as she took your face in her hands and kissed you again. The faint taste of peach schnapps hitting her lips as she slid her steady hands down to grasp your hips, the sweetness let her know that you’d been making yourself a Sex on the Beach before she’d gotten home.

Truthfully, the regime that came with her career wasn’t always her favourite thing, but knowing that you would go out of your way to make sure she was included in your shenanigans, despite her strict diet plan, made her hate it a tiny bit less.

“Will you still love me tomorrow when I’m ridiculously hungover?” She laughed at the question and squeezed your hips softly.

“Of course,” she stated, accentuating the statement by pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, “And, I’ll still love you later tonight when you drag me up and force me to dance with you,” her lips pressed against your right cheek. “And, when you start giggling like a lunatic,” Her lips moved to your left cheek and you couldn’t stop the dopey smile that grew upon your lips when she went on, “And, in a shocking turn of events, I’ll still be completely and amazingly in love with you when I’m holding your hair back while you’re getting sick.” Finally, her lips found yours again.

Your hands cupped her cheeks as she slipped her tongue into your mouth, moving it perfectly against yours and letting out a satisfied hum when you tilted your head into the kiss. After a few minutes, the two of you reluctantly separated, Ginny chased your lips with a number of short kisses before releasing you from her grasp.

“I love you too, even when you stink of sweat.” You said, scrunching your nose up to tease her further, you went on, “Like you do right now.”

Your girlfriend rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to pinch your flushed cheek, “Oi.”

Swatting her hand away lightly, you turned around and continued fixing up the drinks that had been momentarily abandoned on the kitchen counter.

“Go take a shower, love. You’ve been training all day and your pretend cocktail will taste better after you unwind.” You told her, throwing a handful of ice into the blender.

Ginny watched you fondly as you began to hum the tune to whatever song had just popped into your head. She let out a quiet laugh before nodding her head softly and padding into the bathroom, “See you in a few minutes.”

When she entered the bathroom she noticed that her towel was already hung neatly from the heated rail on the wall and that a fresh pair of pyjama shorts and her favourite t-shirt (which she’d stolen from you) was folded on the lid of the laundry hamper, a bright yellow post-it note rested on top of the t-shirt Ginny had claimed as her own after the first time the two of you had spent the night together two years ago. With a grin, Ginny peeled the note off the material and quickly read the note you’d scribbled for her. Regardless of what was on the note, the sight of your messy scrawl across the paper was enough to bring a smile to her lips.

‘the longer you take to shower the drunker i’ll be when you come back! so don’t keep me waiting ;) xoxo

p.s. i love you <3

p.p.s. use your own conditioner, moocher.’

Ginny snorted at your last comment. She did have a tendency to favour your conditioner over her own, it was coconut scented and reminded her of you, plus, there was the added bonus that it made her hair silkier than her’s did. But one thing Ginny would admit was that she did not use hair products sparingly, if her entire head wasn’t lathered in bubbles then she wasn’t using enough.

A smirk creeped onto her lips when she eventually stepped into the shower, her eyes sparkled with mischief when they landed on your conditioner. She inspected the bottle, it was half full. Ginny nodded happily to herself, she was definitely not using her own conditioner. After a few minutes, the red head head was stepping out of the shower and getting dressed into the clothes you’d laid out.

When Ginny finally sauntered back into the kitchen you were sat on the kitchen counter, cocktail in one hand and a CD case in the other, there was music playing from the old radio on the windowsill and you didn’t even lift your eyes from the CD case when you grumbled, “I can smell coconut from here, Ginerva.”

Ginny only shrugged and inserted her body between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs before wrapping them loosely around your waist as she looked up at you with an unapologetic grin, “You can’t blame me, love. The smell of it reminds me of you.”

You let out a soft sigh, tossing the CD case onto the counter and placing your glass down too, you let your legs wrap around her waist and brought both of your hands up and threaded them through her damp hair. Ginny stared at you adoringly as you let yourself cling to her. It was the moments like these that she loved the most, when she could just hold you and take in your face, when she could simply enjoy the feeling of your fingers massaging her scalp and your legs holding her snugly against your warm body. She absolutely lives for the moments when it was just her and the woman she loved, moments like now.

“How was work today?” Ginny asked softly, her hands now running soothingly up and down your back. You let out a groan, dropping your head into the crook of her neck.

“Long. Those brothers of yours are nightmares.” You complained. You’d been working for Fred and George Weasley at their joke shop for just over two year and you loved it and the twins, however sometimes the two could be extremely hard work. That’s not to say you didn’t adore your job, because you did, it’s where you’d met Ginny in the first place. But as the twins’ most trusted employee, the pair of them sometimes relied on you to control their chaos. Today’s shift had been one of those times and to put it simply, you’d come home needing a drink.

Ginny let out a knowing sigh of her own before she pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “I know, love. What was it today?”

You pulled your head back to look at her again, a pout on your lips that had Ginny itching to kiss it away, “George said he’d been working on a potion that could change the colour of pygmy puffs and so he insisted we try it, so, of course since I’m the only one who doesn’t harass the poor little things I had to feed them the concoction!” You explained, picking up your drink and taking a long sip before you went on, “And shockingly, it ended up not changing their fur but made them shrink! And Fred thought it was just the funniest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life but they were so small that they were slipping through the bars of their cages! I spent three hours hunting down teeny tiny pygmy puffs!” Ginny gave you a sympathetic look, she was biting back a smile however, she could imagine the scene in her head and she had to agree with Fred; it did seem quite funny.

“Go ahead and laugh, Gins. You and those twins are way too similar.” With that Ginny let out a barking laugh, her head falling against your chest as she struggled to catch her breath through her joyous laughs. Even if her laughter was at your expense, you could’ve listened to the sound forever.

Ginny pulled herself together after another moment and you rolled your eyes as she wiped away the tears from her own, “Oh hush, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Sorry, love. But it is. It is that funny.” She began to giggle again and you scrunched your nose in distaste, grabbing the mocktail you’d made for her and pressed the glass against her chest,

“Just be quiet and drink your juice.”

[whatyouandihave-makesmefree]

How to say “I love you” without actually saying it - or 137 Milkovichy ways to say “I fuckin’ love Ian Clayton Gallagher”.

1. Kiss me, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.

2. I’ll meet you there in 20.

3. You say that again, I’ll rip your tongue out of your head.

4. Take your hand off the glass.

5. You wanna chit chat more or you wanna get on me?

6. Fuckin’ tough guy, huh?

7. Jesus Christ, you want us to spread a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?

8. Sorry, I gotta go kill your dad, but I’m doing a lot of people a favor, including you.

9. -I missed you-  You did?  -Yeah, man.-

10. So, uh, what you going down for, then, huh?

11. Don’t know what you see in that geriatric viagroid.

12. -You fuck anyone in there yet?-  God, no.  -Wise choice.-

13. Hey, my dad took my brothers on a run out of town for a couple days, so you wanna ditch that dump and crash at my place, you can.

14. Fuck you, is what you were invited to.

15. What are you hoping, I tell you not to go? I’m gonna chase after you like some bitch?

16. -Don’t.-  Don’t what?  -Just…-

17. -You seen him?-  Why do you care?  -Don’t.-

18. You heard from Gallagher?

19. Not fucking Frank. The other one, the redhead.

20. I like fucking carrot-tops, like, with the freckles and the pale skin and fucking alien-looking.

21. He in trouble? What kind of trouble?

22. You wearing cologne?  -No. It’s Kenyatta’s perfume soap shit.-

23. I gotta take care of something important.

24. No, I’m not having fun. I spent the whole day looking for your coked-out ass.

25. You coming back?

26. I’ll do it.

27. Those fingers go anywhere near that cock, I’m gonna break every knuckle in your hand, all 15 of them.

28. Together.

29. That all you think he is? Some twink?

30. Probably best if you don’t, tough guy.

31. Of course we are.

32. You want me to go?  -No, I don’t want you to go.-

33. I’m not lying to you.

34. Ian, what you and I have makes me free, not what these assholes know.

35. Well, good. Leave. What the hell do I care, bitch? Fuck.

36. Hey! Excuse me! Can I get everybody’s attention, please? I just want everybody here to know I’m fucking gay. A big old ‘mo. I just thought everybody should know that. You happy now?

37. Fuck you! Don’t worry about it! I’ve been staying at Ian’s since you’ve been in the can, bitch! Guess what we’ve been doing, daddy! We’ve been fucking! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard, and I fucking like it.

38. You’re a fucking dick. Yeah, there. That’s what you get.

39. You love him?  -Maybe. I don’t know.-  Because he has a real penis?  -Yeah, I guess.-

40. Rise and fucking shine, Cinderella.

41. Yo, sleepy-face.

42. Hey, you okay? Feeling sick or something?

43. All right, you want me to bring you back something to eat?

44. Ian, are you high? You take something?

45. Fuck’s wrong with him?

46. Before, he was fine. He was happy. He’s staying up all hours of the night, dancing, telling fucking jokes. He kicks my ass every day. I can’t keep up with him.

47. No, no, look. He– he’s low… We cheer him up.

48. What do you mean, hos– Like a psych ward? No fucking way! No fucking way! He’s staying here.

49. I can– I can take care of him. Okay? Let me take care of him until he’s better.

50. Don’t fucking tell me what’s impossible! We’re taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family.

51. He’s not going to some fucking nut house. You hear me? He stays here. He’s staying with me.

52. I’ll be there.  -Better be.-

53. All right. I guess I’m going with you.

54. She’ll send him to a fucking shrink. No. We fix this ourselves.

55. I came out for you, you piece of shit.

56. What’s your type?  -Redhead.-  I am downstairs.  -Batshit crazy.-  Check.  -Packing 9 inches.-

57. I got to take you to a hospital, Ian.

58. I’m worried about you.

59. His partner. Lover? Family? You know?

60. At least he’ll be getting some kind of fucking help.

61. Relationship to the patient?  -Sister.-   -You?-  -Uh, boyfriend.-

62. Hey. Sorry I’m late.

63. We gotta get you to a fucking clinic. Get some meds. Today.

64. Hey, it’s okay. It’s all right.

65. He’s not a fucking lab rat.

66. He’s got me.

67. Hey, Ian’s sleeping in there.

68. All right, breakfast of champs. We got your mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, anti-depressant. Gatorade.

69. Shut the fuck up. Take the pills, bitch.

70. Hey, no caffeine on your meds.

71. Eat it. Take all those pills on an empty stomach and you’re going to have diarrhea real bad.

72. I didn’t know which Bs to get, so I just got all the fucking Bs. I got B-complex, super B-complex, B-12, B-6.

73. The hell happened to your hand?

74. Did a doctor take care of that?

75. You can’t go anywhere unless you get that looked at, man.

76. Your hand, man.

77. No, no. Look, you’re not supposed to drink on lithium. It makes your blood fucking toxic, and it gets you hammered in like two seconds flat. You can’t-

78. You look like a fucking wet rat.

79. We’re going on a date.  -Fuck, yes, we are.-

80. Where the fuck are you?

81. Where the fuck you been? 

82. You okay?

83. It means we take care of each other.

84. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.

85. You look good.

86. Got a new tattoo. Did it myself. Hurt like a son of a bitch.

87. Been thinking about you. You ever think of me? Gonna wait for me?

88. Will you? Wait?

89. You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man.

90. Look, I’m, um I’m getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.-  Wow.  -You should come.-

91. Thought a lot about you inside. You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do? Hmm? Can I do?

92. Knew you’d come. 

93. Come here.

94. I’m gonna see you again?

95. The fuck you looking at?

96. It’s what kept me going in the joint. The beach. Us.

97. Oh, check it out. Ian Gallagher putting his big boy pants on!

98. You never fucking visited me.

99. What am I leaving behind? My family? Who cares I never see those shitheads again. You had my back more than they ever did.

100. You ever think about me? When I was in the joint?

101. Fuck, I missed you.

102. What the fuck is that? I don’t want your fucking money! I want you to come with– me.

103. Don’t do this.

104. Fuck you, Gallagher.

105. I rolled on the cartel I was working for, and in exchange, guess who gets to pick where he gets locked up?

106. No, I just did it ‘cause it was the right thing.

107. Would you be fucking happy?  -Yes, fuck, yes!-

108. I guess I need some advice. It’s about my partner, Ian.

109. You’re not throwing your fuckin’ parole for me. We need to get you the hell outta this shit-hole.

110. You don’t belong in here, Gallagher.

111. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay.

112. FaceTime your brother. See the baby.

113. You seen Ian?

114. About time, man. Your Panda Express is getting cold.

115. Eat your Szechuan beans.

116. Chill your fucking tits and eat your noodles, man.

117. Let’s get out of here, get some Pinkberry.

118. No. No. I’m not running. I need to protect him.

119. Jesus Christ. You proposing to me over fucking patty melts?

120. Fuck it. I do.

121. When you know, you know. You know?

122. No, just saying you don’t love me enough now. And that’s fine. It’s cool.

123. Jesus Christ, save the fucking speech, you pussy. I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll fucking marry you.

124. You must really love cock.  -I definitely love one.-

125. You ever try to get me to move to Milwaukee, I’ll fuckin’ murder you.

126. Hey, I like the blue ones.  -Yeah?- 

127. You sure you still wanna go through with this?  -Yes. Why?-

128. You’re a sneaky bastard.

129. -Take your meds?-  Yes.  -Good.-

130. The son of a bitch is never gonna let me be happy. He needs to die today.

131. Well, there’s plenty of strays wandering around the neighborhood. I’m sure we can pick one up for cheap.

132. Yeah, well, at least I don’t have to hide in a coffin till the sun goes down.

133. Damn straight, Gallagher.

134. I, Mikhailo, take you, Ian, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,  to love and to cherish you till death do us part.

135. Good morning, Mr - Millagher?

136. You hungry?

137. You wanna go again?  -Absolutely.-

[breanime]

Can request a bre's boys where their kid comes out?

Billy Russo: “Dad,” your son took a deep breath, “Mom... I... I don’t like girls.” You and Billy nodded, not wanting to rush him. “Okay,” you said, your eyes soft. “I think... I think I like boys,” he finished. Billy stood up then, and your son flinched, and that one movement broke Billy’s heart. He reached out and pulled your son in for a hug. “D-Dad?” He asked, and Billy could feel him shaking in his embrace. “I love you,” Billy replied, “your Mom loves you, and we ain’t never gonna stop loving you, son.” You came over and hugged them both. “You’re not mad?” Your son asked, his voice shaky with emotion. “Of course not,” you answered, “We love you no matter what.” “Plus,” Billy grinned, pulling back a bit, “we kind of saw this one comin’...”

Logan Delos: Logan and your daughter were watching TV, just hanging out, when she looked up at him and asked “Dad, is it possible to like boys and girls? Like... Like like them?” “Oh, for sure,” he answered brightly, “I’m attracted to men and women,” he said, noting her wide eyed response, “what’s important is that you treat people right, and you know your worth.” She nodded, pausing for a moment. “Does Mom know you like boys and girls?” “Yeah, she knows,” he answered, “it has a name, too--liking boys and girls.” “It does?” “Yup. Bisexual. I’m bisexual,” he smiled, his eyes warm, “how about you?” Your daughter smiled back. “I’m bisexual.”

Jax Teller: Your daughter was in tears. She was shaking, and you and Jax were freaking out too. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked as she sobbed into your shoulder. “Tell us what’s wrong.” “I’m--I’m so scared,” she sobbed back, “I don’t want you to be mad at me!” “Hey,” Jax rubbed her back, “sweetheart, we’re not gonna be mad, okay? Just tell us what’s wrong. Let us help...” She looked up then, her eyes red. “I’m a lesbian,” she choked out. You and Jax paused. “Is... Is that supposed to be news?” You asked. Your daughter’s jaw dropped. “Darlin’, you realize we live with you, right? And we raised you? We knew you were gay,” Jax added. “Oh, but, you’re coming out to us,” you gushed, “this is a moment!” Your daughter laughed as you and Jax hugged her, feeling so loved and supported. 

Coco Cruz: Coco knew his son was gay since he was a little kid, but he also knew it was hard to be a Latino gay kid in this town, so he didn’t push him. But when your son asked to have a family meeting, the two of you knew what was up. “I have something to tell you,” your son said, fidgeting as he stood in front of you and Coco, “and... and it might make you mad, but... I hope you’ll still love me...” He took a breath. “I’m gay.” You and Coco had been waiting for this day, and you both knew what to do. You stood up and hugged him. “We’re not mad, mijo,” Coco said, his voice carefully level, “we’re proud.” “What?” “You’re such an amazing kid,” you said, cupping his face in your hands, “you’re smart and kind and so, so brave.” “We love you,” Coco added, hugging him again, “nothing you do could ever make us stop loving you.” 

Angel Reyes: “I’m not a girl,” your kid declared, “I’m a boy. I’m trans, I’m sorry, I--” “Dude,” Angel got up and hugged your son, “hey, relax. Don’t cry.” Your son wiped his eyes, looking up at Angel. “Y-you’re not mad?” “I’m your Dad,” Angel said back, smiling, “I love you. I loved you when you were my daughter, and I love you just as much now that you’re my son.” “M-Mom?” You stood up, crying because he was crying. “Oh, mi amor, we kind of knew...” “You did?” “Dude,” Angel said again, “you wanted to wear overalls from ages 2 to 9.” “And you played football all throughout middle school,” you added. “Also, who do you think buys your clothes? Shit, man, you own more jeans than I do,” Angel laughed. Your son laughed too, and the three of you spent the next few hours discussing hormones and binders and making doctor’s appointments. 

Miguel Galindo: Your daughter had been suspended for punching a kid in the face. You and Miguel had tried to get her to talk about it on the ride home, but she wasn’t budging. Finally, when you got home, Miguel made her sit down. “Talk,” he said. “He said I was a slut!” She cried out. “Well, are you?” Miguel asked calmly, sitting in his chair as you sat too. “No, I just--” she stopped herself, a blush creeping to her cheeks. Your eyes narrowed. “You just what?” You asked. She sank down into the cushions. “I just... I’m pan,” she whispered, “I like boys and girls...” “Oh,” you said. Miguel shrugged. “So this guy accused you of being a slut because you’re pansexual?” He asked. She nodded. He stood, walking towards the door. “Dad? Where are you going?” “Back up to the school to let them know they’re letting you back with no suspension, otherwise we’re suing them for homophobia,” he stopped, “Wanna come with me?” Her face lit up. 

Nick Amaro: You’d left Nick a message that your son wanted to talk to him. So when he walked through the door, he wasn’t surprised to see him waiting for him. “Hey,” Nick greeted him, putting his briefcase down. “Dad, I’m gay!” He blurted out. Nick nodded, taking in your son’s nervous expression. He walked over to him and hugged him. “I know,” he said, laughing softly, “and I want you to know that I love you. I’ll always love you.” Your son nodded, tears in his eyes. “That’s what Mom said you’d say.” Nick smiled back. “She’s a smart woman. Now, sit down. We need to talk about safe sex.” “Dad, you already gave me this talk.” “I gave you the hetero talk, this one is about gay sex--why are you running away? Come back, I know things!”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny was tasked with taking your daughter shopping for her prom dress, and he couldn’t help but notice how nervous she was. “What’s wrong,” he asked after she rejected another dress, “I thought you’d love this.” “I do, Dad, I just...” She sighed. “I have to tell you something...” “Okay...” “I lied to you,” she confessed, “I’m not going to prom with Marcus... I’m going with Martiza.” Johnny paused. “Like...as friends or...?” “Not...not as friends.” His eyes grew wide. “As a couple,” he said. She nodded, biting her lip. “Oh, shit!” Johnny cheered, grinning. “Your Mom owes me $20! I knew you two were more than friends! Oh, does she have her dress yet? You guys have to match!” Your daughter couldn’t help but laugh. “You knew?” “I had a feeling,” Johnny answered, “but...can I ask... Are you bi or pan or...?” “Lesbian,” she answered, no longer nervous. “Oh good,” he said back, “they have a bad ass flag!”

Rio: You and Rio stayed up all night researching ways to talk to your son about his sexuality. You were both pretty sure Marcus knew his brother was gay, but you didn’t want to put him on the spot by asking him. So, the next morning, after Marcus went off to practice, you and Rio sat your other son down. “Papa,” Rio began, “your Mom and I want you to know that we love you. No matter what, we love you.” Your son nodded, clearly nervous. “And we don’t want you to feel like you have to... tell us anything right now,” you added, “you can open up at your own pace, but, we want you to know that we love you--all of you.” “Yeah,” Rio jumped in, “and there’s nothing about you that you should ever be ashamed of, okay?” Your son nodded again. “I...  I want to tell you,” he said, “I’m gay.” You both got up and hugged him, and he hugged you back. “Thank you,” he said, voice muffled by Rio’s shirt. “Nah,” Rio smiled down at him, “no need to thank us--we love you, papa, we love all of you.” 

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[mediocre--writing]

Imagine: Billy's twin sister who is the only one he doesn't act like a asshole with. Hers behavior is pretty much like her brother's one, she is bossy and often an asshole but it's a cover because she goes through the same shit of Billy

Bonus: she help Billy and Steve to become a thing, with Robin's help

Bonus 2: she fell in love with Robin

oh god thank you for bringing up billy with a bio sister. it’s one of my favorite things and i could ramble on for like years about it

anyway...

my hc is that if billy had a twin her name would be beatrice and they’d either call her bee or trix

even if she is very very similar to billy, i see her as a wall between max and billy. she understands that billy takes things to far but she also sees why he takes them as far as he does

she has an air of cool around her but she doesn’t try quite as hard as billy

she looks exactly like their mother: same curly hair that falls beautifully down her back, same glimmering blue eyes, same build and posture, same kind soul and same spitfire attitude.

bee and billy are both athletic. i see her as maybe doing track or soccer, so she as a kind of lean build but is still equally as muscular.

they both HATEEEE neil.

i see her as being a daddy’s girl when she was young. like he loved giving her cute toys and buying her sweet outfits and he’s a great dad to her.

but once they get older, bee notices that neil is so much harsher on billy and her mom so she starts rejecting his affection, which then makes him reject her.

bee adapts to a personality more like billy’s because she’s sick of neil.

the first time neil hit bee was a week after their mom left and she asked where she was.

she was no longer a daddy’s girl after that day

when they move to hawkins, bee and billy are equally pissed at max

(also i think the reason they left cali was because max saw billy with a boy and accidentally/maybe on purpose told neil about it, hence the resentment between max and billy)

but while billy was openly mean to max, bee was more subtle about it

(ex: knowing that max only drinks orange juice in the morning and taking the last of it and drinking it as she walks into the kitchen)

bee doesn’t like to drive. she has a drivers license but she just doesn’t care to drive much, so they just drive with billy.

it’s also a tactic so that billy doesn’t drive AS recklessly as usual because he wouldn’t want to crash with her in the car.

billy is the only person allowed to call her trix. her mom used to call her that and she can’t handle anyone else but billy doing it.

max doesn’t like either twin, but she prefers bee over billy.

bee is also one of the only people who isn’t scared of billy, even on his worst days, because she gets it.

she’s gotten into a multitude of fights and arguments before and can hold her own but she understands billy’s actions

both of them cannot stand when people are behind them. they always sit in the back of the classroom and have their backs to the wall so there’s no surprises. the only time they relax that rule is at parties, and even then, they’re still cautious

they always look out for each other in an aggressive way.

(ex: billy saying “wow you look sad and desperate” before cuddling next to her on the couch when nobody’s around)

after the halloween situation, with billy teasing steve, bee makes sure to tease him about his very not-subtle crush on the brunette

and on the day that max disappears and billy has to go look for her, bee hears his body hit the wall before he leaves, since their walls meet each other.

when billy comes back, without max, sluggish and bruised, neil lays into him for about half an hour before there’s a knock at the door.

bees been hiding in her room, peaking out every once and a while. (her and billy have made the agreement that if one of them is in trouble, the other should stay out of it, because they’ve learned from experience that if one of them jumps in to help the other, it only gets worse)

but max is at the door with the police chief, for some reason.

the chief explains that his daughter and max had been hanging out together and lost track of time.

neil smiled nicely and let max in before shutting the door on the chief.

but hopper saw the teenager slumped against the wall, much bloodier than the kids had said he was after the fight was steve, and the teenage girl sheepishly peaking through her door.

billy and bee argue after she finds out what happened. even if he was mad, he shouldn’t have attacked a middle schooler. that was just fucked up.

they got over it quick because billy apologized to steve and lucas, neither really accepted the apology but it was there.

over the rest of the year, billy and steve grow into friends (ish) and bee makes the girls varsity soccer team and makes some of the best friends she’s had in a while.

including one of her favorite teammates, robin buckley

bee and robin start secretly dating after a night of smoking weed at robins house. (her dad is super chill and pretended that it was nothing out of the ordinary. or maybe robin did this pretty often)

but they’re happy and the only person who knows is billy. robin was reluctant to let him know, but they gave a secret for a secret and they were just a little group ‘o gays.

robin ended up really liking billy after a day spent getting to know each other at a diner.

as robin sat across from the twins, she learned that they were basically the same person and were both excruciatingly annoying. but they were fun

when the twins got jobs at the pool and robin started working with steve at scoops ahoy, there was a lot of trading and flirting.

a free day at the pool in exchange for free ice cream (and an excuse for either twin to make eyes at either sailor)

after the starcourt thing, bee takes it really hard when she thinks billy’s dead, but he’s alive (because i said so) and her and max (and sometimes robin and steve) spend a whole lot of time in the hospital with him.

he gets discharged after like two or three months and his body is stable enough to walk on his own.

bee and billy, now 18 as of july 25, have moved out of the hargrove/mayfield house and are staying in steve’s too big house that his parents visit less and less each year.

robin is the person to give steve a push into admitting he’s bisexual and has feelings for billy hargrove

robin tells him about her and bee.

(steve makes a stupid joke about birds and bees which makes robin hit him)

but steve makes a move on billy one day when steve’s driving him home from physical therapy and they stopped for lunch (because billy lost a ton of weight from months in the hospital and his appetite is larger than before)

but they share a milkshake in a corner booth and are all blushing and sweet smiles and once they tell the girls, robin starts grumbling and hands a haughty looking bee $20.

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i could write more so if you want it just ask, i have so many more ideas for this