#its short and gay and straight to the point

[monstrsball]

[girl who knows there is no way to look gay and would never impose this on anyone else voice] i need to look gayer.

[recklessghostart]

About the 'Skizz Situation' and why the fan community is not being a good representation of what it wants to claim.

Before I get started, I need y'all to read this with an open mind and an open heart. This is not an attack on you, or at all. It is me pointing out what I see and hoping to bring stuff to your attention. For those who don't know, the 'light' (and ultimately not entirely correct) synopsis going around is that Skizz got a donator asked Skizz to say 'trans rights' and he didn't because it was 'too political'. The reality? Skizz was chilling and vising with his chat having some good times and stuff, didn't vet the dono before starting to read it outloud, and that dono more or less said that they were a 'long time' viewer of Skizz and (the wording almost felt aggressive/accusing) didn't feel he did enough for the community and wanted him to say Trans rights. Skizz in the moment and trying to keep things light said he was just wanting to vibe with his chat and didn't want his channel to address things too 'political' (he clarified later he meant Polarizing) and he has nothing against nobody. He then followed up in the comments that clarification (which, lets be real, it is polarizing) that he didn't want his community to foster hatred in his comment section and its not the forum to have those debates (which is FINE. He is allowed to have boundaries. Those boundaries were set not just for himself but to protect his LGBTQ+ watchers) and of course he supports the LGBTQ+ community and Trans rights. Something else I wish to point out: This donator claimed to be a long time viewer of Skizz. Frankly I don't believe them or anyone who who is listening to any of this. He has been MORE than open about his support of the community in the past, and often. His last stream before all this was even him talking with Gem and Lizzy, two Bi women, about Bi stuff. That dono was made to stir the pot. To either make him say something to cause hatred in his comment space, or make him slip up and get the community to dislike him. So- how is the community a poor representation of what we claim? Well a lot of the claims the LGBTQ+ community makes is wanting people to grow. To want Allies. To support other discriminated groups. So- They see this Man- this DISABLED man (Skizz has MS) who has OPENLY SUPPORTED them in the past, make a slip up of words, and refuse to understand where is is coming from, why he may want to keep things 'good vibes' and just more normalized (because the very much Gay coded jokes and stuff he and Imp and Gem and the others make NORMALIZES the community which is AMAZING), Who himself is straight and comes from a very red state so may not 100% understand how to word what he means correctly, and basically tries to burn him at the stake. To take away his income. People want to Boycott him over this. To basically destroy his life. (Because he quit his Job to be a full time content creator, and he is still a very small one at that.) Tell me, how does that make anyone ever want to support this community? How does that show kindness and understanding? To make people want to grow? How does any of this treatment make you the better person? Because, long story short, it doesn't.

Now some of you are bringing up his mods, how two may be trump supporters. True or not (I haven't seen evidence of this? But I won't dismiss it), you also need to think of a few things in terms of that. They have been his mods for 5+ years. Mods often are close and friends of the streamers, especially small streamers which he is/was. People, can be friends with people of different political parties. You may not want to, but when I tell you that cutting people off because of a political opinion is new, its NEW. And a lot from the older gen wouldn't even dream of it. Furthermore they are (as far as I know) volunteers. He does not pay them (again, small streamer). He needs mods to run his channels and without them he can not do his job safely, especially for his community. And many people will not do this job for Free (at least not well). He can't just replace them overnight. Give him time to have those hard conversations if he chooses to have them. It's not like they have even brought those beliefs into their work or his streams. Long story short, Be good. Not just to each other but to Skizz himself. Have the understanding you would want people to have for you if you slip up with good intentions. Crucifying someone who supports y'all does nothing good for this community.

[bapeach]

My best friend's sister

Sorry for being gone for ages, writer's block is kicking my ass. Hope you guys enjoy the story! Constructive criticism is always welcome :D Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Nika Mühl x female!reader  Word count: 3.4k+ Summary: Falling for a straight girl is never easy, especially when said girl is your best friend's older sister. But the heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it? ------------

Having a crush on a straight girl sucks. Having a crush on your best friend’s older sister sucks. Having a crush on your best friend’s older sister, who is as straight as an arrow? Now that’s just hell.

Nika Mühl is the prettiest girl you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. The moment you first saw her, you were awestruck. You still remember it like it was yesterday. You were 7, a year younger than her sister, Hana, when you first went over to the Mühl residence.

You met Hana on the playground by the big playset. You were sitting on one of the swings by yourself, not really having any friends to play with, when she came up to you. You were fairly shy, and the fact that she was a year older and quite a bit taller didn’t help you feel any less intimidated. That was until she gave you a big smile, one of her front teeth missing, as she introduced herself.

From that moment on, you two were glued together at the hip, never straying far from the other. It was always Hana and Y/N this or Y/N and Hana that. At some point, you even started reacting to each other's names, seeing as many people didn’t know which one of you was which. Hana was your best friend and fiercest protector, always defending you when other kids made fun of you for how scrawny you were and how you were “just a little baby” (though they were only a year older). Meanwhile, you were Hana’s best friend and greatest support, always encouraging her biggest dreams and helping her with school (being a genius had its perks).

So it didn’t really take long for you to be invited over to the Mühl house for a playdate. You’d only been there for a few minutes, giggling with Hana, while your parents talked to the Mühls, when you saw her.

Nika Mühl.

Your mouth dropped open at the sight of her. She looked like a princess. Her big eyes pierced yours as she introduced herself. And just like that, her voice became your favorite sound. Of course, being 7, you didn’t really know about love or being gay, but you knew one thing. You wanted to marry Nika and hold her hand like your mommy and daddy always do. It only took one glance for your parents to realize you had a crush on the older girl, and they thought it was the sweetest thing ever.

Naturally, your crush didn’t go anywhere throughout the years you spent hanging out at the Mühl household. It actually got a lot worse. As you got older, your feelings became stronger. Nika made your heart beat out of your chest with just a look, made your palms sweaty when she gave you a quick smile as she walked past you, and made your throat dry when she talked to you.

She’s known about the crush you’ve had on her since day one, but she never felt the same way. At first, she was embarrassed about it, but as she got older, she realized you couldn’t help it, and she found it kind of sweet. If she wasn’t straight, she might’ve even liked you back. You were a bit nerdy, always having a book in your hands and your glasses perched on your nose. You were pretty short and shy, and you seemed to have permanent red cheeks when she was near.

Nika actually really liked you as her sister’s best friend. You were kind, respectful, supportive, helpful, funny, and smart. She knew her sister would always be safe and wouldn’t do anything reckless as long as you were by her side. The two of you might’ve been great friends too if you weren’t 2 years younger and a stuttering mess in her presence. She still remembers the night you helped her with her homework fondly (again, being a genius had its perks).

Nika had been struggling with her math homework and was about to just call it quits when you walked into the dining room. Hana had fallen asleep during the movie you two were watching, so you figured you’d go ask momma Mühl if she needed help with anything. Seeing the older girl’s frustrated look, you’d padded over and asked her if something was wrong. After she’d explained her math problems, you’d sat next to her and explained what she was doing wrong and had given her some tips. You’d stuttered your whole way through it, but you did it with a smile on your face.

Nika hoped that when she left Croatia and went to UConn, your crush on her would fade away. She wanted you to like someone who would love you the way you’d loved her for years. You deserved that. Sadly, the heart wants what the heart wants, and yours still sings for hers. You don’t think that’ll ever change.

You, however, did change.

In the year she didn’t see you (somehow always missing you during visits or FaceTimes), you’d completely changed the way you look. Gone were all your cartoon-themed shirts, the nerdy glasses, and your braces, all replaced by a new you.

You’d dyed your hair (black with white strands underneath), pierced your nose, gotten a subscription at the gym, built up quite the muscle, and you’d finally gotten your growth spurt! You were now taller than Hana, something you loved teasing the older girl about. Your confidence had grown significantly throughout the year, and you could finally say that you liked the way you looked.

Now, you were a 17-year-old, hot genius, about to join your dream college, and you couldn’t be happier. It took a while to make your parents realize that you really did want to join UConn and weren’t just following the girl of your dreams, but in the end, they supported your decision.

Saying goodbye to Hana was one of the hardest things you’d ever done, but you both promised that the distance wouldn’t break your friendship. You’d joked about how you’d always be close, seeing as you’d be sisters-in-law one day, which only made her laugh and give you a push.

After your tearful goodbyes, you’d gotten on the plane, and now here you are, settling into your dorm. The flight had completely wiped you out, so you go straight to bed after letting everyone back home know that you made it to campus safely. When you wake up a few hours later, you get ready for the day, hoping to get some exploring done before classes start in a few days. You’re brushing your teeth when you hear your phone ding.

��Hey baby! Nika is having lunch with her team later, and she’ll be expecting you! Have a good day and give her a tight hug for me, will you?” The message reads. Your heart swells at the message from Roberta, the woman that basically became your second mother. You send her a quick reply before looking up the address she sent you.

Seeing that it’s only a 20-minute walk away, you take your time getting ready. You don’t expect Nika to suddenly like you now that you look different, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to look your best. Once you’re happy with your outfit, you spritz on some perfume and leave your dorm. You make it to the restaurant 22 minutes later, having only taken a wrong turn once.

Entering the building, you look around to see if the Croatian girl is already there. You don’t see her, but you do spot a big group of athletic girls. “The Huskies,” you think to yourself as you walk closer and start recognizing them from on TV. Once you’re a few feet away, you start talking. “Hey! You guys are the UConn basketball team, right?” You ask the girl you recognize as Paige. “Uh, yeah, what’s up?” She says with a tiny smile, the girls around her quieting down when they realize you’re there.

“I’m Y/N… A friend of Nika’s, I was supposed to meet her here.” You reply as you scratch your neck. “Wait... Y/N?” Azzi says as she looks you up and down. “Mhm,” you hum, a little confused as to why everyone is now looking at you with a confused look of their own. “You don’t look like a nerd at all!” Paige blurts out before slapping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Some girls facepalm, while others give the blonde a stern look.

You don’t say anything for a moment before letting out a loud laugh. “I’m so sorry,” Paige says as she looks at you horrified. “It’s okay, last time Nika saw me I looked like a total loser, I’m glad I don’t anymore,” you chuckle. (A/N: Nerds are hot, not losers) The basketball player looks as though she wants to say more, but she doesn’t get the chance to when Nika barges over.

She’s standing behind you to the right and hasn’t seen who you are yet, probably thinking you’re the waitress when she starts talking. “Okay, guys, apparently my mom invited Y/N to have lunch with us, and she’s gonna be here any minute now. I really need you guys to be nice! She’s a bit of a dork, but she’s really sweet once you get to know her. She’s had the biggest crush on me since she was 7, so if she looks at me all love-eyed, please just let it go and don’t tease her about it.”

You grin as you hear her talk, already planning on teasing her about how she’s trying to make sure you’ll have a good time. You try your best to hold in your laugh as you look at her teammates, trying to motion to her to stop talking, but the brunette is too busy rambling to pay them any mind.

Once she’s done talking, you say, “Aww, you think I’m sweet?” as you turn towards her. Realizing it’s you and not some random girl, Nika’s mouth drops open as the color drains from her face. The color doesn’t stay gone for long, however. As she looks you up and down, her cheeks become a flaming red color (a shade darker than the blush you’re sporting).

“Y/N?” She says with her eyes wide. “Hey, Nikki,” you respond with a gentle smile. You can tell she’s in shock at how different you look and isn’t quite sure what to say, so while she gathers her words, you take her in. Though it seems impossible, the older girl has gotten even prettier in the time she’s been away. Of course, you’d watched every single one of her games and interviews, but the cameras didn’t do her justice.

“I didn’t recognize you! You look… different… I mean, good! Good different! I mean, not that you didn’t look good before!” She starts stammering. You grin as she starts muttering in Croatian, seemingly forgetting you’re fluent in the language, having been around Americans for far too long. You catch an “Oh my God, shut up” as you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

You clear your throat a little before replying, “Thank you! You look beautiful, as always. Now, your mom told me to give you a big hug for her, and you know I can’t say no to momma Mühl.” You open your arms but don’t take a step towards her, letting her take the lead. Once she wraps her own arms around you, you give her a tight squeeze, hoping she can’t hear your heart go crazy.

Nika lets you go after a moment, but she doesn’t go far, taking her time to really look at you. You were towering over her now, with a jaw that could cut glass and a smirk that could make even the straightest girl in the world weak in the knees. “You grew,” she says stupidly. “I did,” you say with a sly smile, not commenting on how off-kilter she is.

Paige coughs quietly, making you both remember you’re not alone, a knowing smile on her face. “Alright then, come sit, and let’s order,” she says. “Yeah, I’m starvinggg,” KK huffs. You sit down next to Paige as Nika takes a seat in front of you. After everyone has ordered, the team’s blonde menace turns towards you. “Okay, Y/N, imma need you to give us all the embarrassing stories you have of my twin.”

You give her a big grin, opening your mouth to reply when Nika speaks up, “Absolutely not, Y/N you better not.” You look at her for a few seconds, pretending to debate if you should ignore her warning or not, before turning back towards the rest of the team. “Sorry guys, you heard her.” “Aww come onnnn,” Paige whines, giving you her best puppy dog eyes. You give her a wink, mumbling a “later” behind your hand as if Nika isn’t within earshot. The brunette huffs quietly as she rolls her eyes, her lips twitching up a bit in amusement.

During lunch, conversation flows easily as you immediately feel at ease with the athletes. At some point, you choke on your drink from laughter as KK does a dramatic retelling of one of Nika’s most embarrassing moments. The girl in question hides her face in her hands as she turns a bright red, groaning as she tells the younger player to shut up. You don’t immediately notice the way your crush keeps glancing at you whenever you look away.

You do notice the shit-eating grin on Paige’s face, however. You raise an eyebrow at her in silent question, but the blonde simply shrugs as her smirk grows. After you’re done eating, you plan on taking your leave, but before you can say goodbye, Azzi starts talking. “Hey Y/N, since you’re new here, do you want a tour?”

You glance at Nika, hesitating, not wanting to bother her, but when you see her looking at you hopefully, you turn back to Azzi with a grin. “Yeah, sure, sounds nice!” KK jumps up from her chair as she yells, “I’m coming too!” Everyone chuckles at her reaction before saying their goodbyes and parting ways. Paige, Azzi, Nika, and KK hang back with a smile to give you a tour.

During the tour, you get to know the girls a bit more, laughing to yourself as you find out they’re exactly what you expected. KK is a ball of energy, always bouncing around and sassing everyone and everything. Paige is a jokester, always teasing everyone with that signature smirk of hers. Azzi is the eye of the hurricane, a calming presence in the midst of chaos, yet someone who’s not afraid to dish out a playful insult. And of course, you already knew what Nika is like, and while she has changed in some aspects, she still holds your heart in her hands.

After the tour, your sides hurt from laughter, but your chest feels a lightness you haven’t felt in a while. “We should go play some basketball!” KK says when the basketball facility comes into view. “Yeah, let me break your ankles, Y/N,” Paige grins at you. Azzi rolls her eyes with a small smile of her own. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Y/N. You’re probably exhausted from your trip.” You give her an appreciative smile. “Thanks Azzi, but I can’t let Blondie over here talk shit like that. Bring it on, Boogers.”

KK starts oohing as Paige sends you a challenging look. “You play ball? Twin didn’t mention that.” “I’ve not once seen you play basketball, let alone hold a basketball,” Nika says with a grin, her cheeks becoming a soft pink when you wink at her. “I’ve had some practice since you’ve been gone. Hana forced me to play one-on-ones with her after her favorite opponent decided to move to America,” you say with a playful eye-roll.

Though you were nowhere near their level, you were able to keep up pretty well with the Huskies. The first match, you spent watching Azzi and Paige go up against KK and Nika, playing referee when needed. Your eyes flitted across the court, taking in their individual playing styles, as well as memorizing their movements and patterns. The twitch of someone’s nose when they attempt to break someone’s ankles, the grin before a no-look pass,...

When it’s your turn, you high-five Azzi as you join her team, laughing as you see KK jump on Paige’s back, yelling something about how “Double Trouble” was going to destroy you. During the match, you’re able to score a few points and even steal the ball away from Paige. The steal shocks the blonde into forgetting to run after you as you sprint away to make a nice layup. You feel KK jump on your back as she screams in your ear, seemingly not caring that you’re supposed to be her opponent.

When you glance to the side, you see Nika staring at you with a look you don’t recognize. Your cheeks darken at the attention, but you send her a wide grin. She quickly looks away, rose-cheeked with a tiny smile. When you look away, Paige comes into view, the same smug smirk on her face as the one from earlier. She gives you a wink that you’re sure has some underlying meaning, before she gives you a pat on the shoulder.

Though you didn’t win the match, you did have a lot of fun. For the last match of the evening, you get paired with the blonde menace as you stare down Nika and a bouncing KK. You silently wonder how she still has so much energy as you send Azzi an amazed look. The girl chuckles softly as she nods as if to say, “Yup, that’s KK for you.”

You’ve always known Nika is amazing at defense. She didn’t get the nickname “Secretary of Defense” for no reason, after all. But seeing her in action never failed to amaze you. The way she stuck to her opponents like glue, never letting anyone get very far. You didn’t fail to notice how differently she guarded you, however. The way she touched you a bit more hesitantly, cheeks a flaming red (which you don’t think is from all the running), the way her breath hitches whenever your hands glide past her waist.

When Paige passes you the ball, you lean forward, dribbling the ball between your legs with a smirk. “You okay? You look a little flushed,” you say with more confidence than you actually feel. Nika starts stuttering a reply when you do a quick step back, letting the ball soar out of your hands and into the hoop. “Woooo! Nice one, Y/N!” Azzi cheers you on from the sidelines. KK screams in joy at the unexpected three-pointer as she sprints up and down the court, bumping her chest into Paige’s, sending them both scrambling to regain their balance.

When you look back, Nika is bent over, regaining her breath. You hear Azzi mumble something about getting everyone some water as she motions at Paige to follow. You immediately realize what they’re doing as you smile to yourself. “KK, race you to the vending machines!” Paige yells as she darts away. The younger girl shouts back at how the blonde is cheating, but she runs after her anyway. The more mature girl among them chuckles as she jogs after the two girls.

You take a step closer to the Croatian as she straightens up again. “So? Not bad, eh?” You ask as you scratch your head. She doesn’t reply right away, instead taking you in for a moment. “You’ve changed a lot,” she says softly. “I have,” you nod, “but don’t worry, not everything has changed.”

You wink, trying to defuse some of the tension hanging in the air, but also letting her know you’ve not given up on her yet. You expect her to laugh it off with an eye roll the way she used to, but she ends up leaving you dumbfounded instead.

“Good,” she replies with a teasing yet soft smile before walking away towards where she knew the other girls were. You stand there for a moment, jaw dropped, as you try to comprehend what just happened. Did she just… flirt with you?

You look around for a moment, as if to see if anyone caught that, before shaking yourself out of your shock and jogging to catch up with her. You don’t say anything, and neither does she, but you feel that your relationship has changed after today, and you can’t wait to see how it will continue to change.

[bengiyo]

Heesu in Class 2: Maybe It’s Time to Stop Calling Myself a BL Viewer

After finishing Heesu in Class 2, it’s been surprising to feel like I’m in the minority for enjoying it. We’ve seen a great deal of concerted posting from fans of the webtoon about how this show betrayed its source material with its adaptation changes. Over the last few weeks, I’ve read the original webtoon to gather my own thoughts. After reading through @my-rose-tinted-glasses post on why this project didn’t work for her, I decided to sit with it for a while. I then came across this tweet from Dr. Thomas Baudinette:

I respect Dr. Baudinette’s academic interest in the genre and the useful insider insight he brings to the table. However, I will say plainly that I think this is a grossly disingenuous take, grounded in the idea that stories about queer romance take precedence over other queer stories. Additionally, it deeply misreads the adaptation choices and insinuates that a queer show that includes heterosexuality in it is somehow betraying the BL audience. There’s a lot to unpack here, but I will say plainly that I will go back to just being a queer cinephile who dabbles in BL instead of advocating for BL if this is who we are.

I am a queer person here for stories about queer truth. BL is a romance genre. While I respect BL viewers who are here to get their feelings from swoony moments, I cannot abide the presumption that a story that is inherently about the coming out experience somehow let its source material down for maintaining that connection. Every year we get into a big fight about what is or isn’t BL (see: 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, Love in the Big City, What Did You Eat Yesterday?, etc.), often arguing that BL is a branding term used to get romance viewers to show up and support queer works. I think it’s fine enough to argue that Heesu in Class 2 isn’t a BL because it uses Korean drama frameworks (@lurkingshan) for its story instead of sandblasting you in the face with pop music as two boys stare at each other, but I think there’s real value in what the show is doing for mainstream viewers.

I’ve avoided discussing the webtoon too much in my commentary, but now that I have read it I will say firmly that this would have sucked as a TV show. We know that about 40-50% of the shows we get each year are based on their source material. The webtoon is adorable and well-intentioned. It’s also a very simple narrative in which we are primarily in Heesu’s point of view, and any time we leave his point of view it’s to see only what other people are thinking about him. In my opinion, simpler narratives like the Heesu webtoon work best as films and not as dramas. 

We recently went through this with Living With Him, in which a really short manga got stretched to eight episodes and had to add contrivances to the middle to pad out the time that eventually hurt the core narrative. Thai BL is rife with secondary, tertiary, and quaternary couples to pad out time to meet the long run time demands of the airing schedule. When you’re adapting a fairly simple story, you either have to add depth or bloat. Oftentimes we get both. In the case of Heesu, it’s clear that they were only adapting the first season of the webtoon, and so they added depth.

The constant refrain from detractors of this webtoon is that it deprioritized the queer characters and their narrative in favor of straight narratives. I wholeheartedly disagree. Every single straight story in this show (and the gay ones) are meant to add context to the queer struggles Hee Su and Seung Won face, from Ji Yu and Chan Young to all three of his sisters.

Ji Yu’s music arc hearkens to the queer fear of being public with yourself and facing judgment and scrutiny. Chan Young’s tennis arc features real parental abandonment consequences that many a queer person fears. Hee Sin exemplifies how easy it is to fall for people and also deal with the constant rejection of most people not being into you (because they’re straight). Hee Jae exemplifies how toxic a relationship with your best friend can be when the romantic feelings aren’t fully reciprocal. Hee Yeong shows us what it means to be brave and face your friend after you’ve let them down romantically. Ho Sik highlights how easy it is for straight people to express and pursue their romances, and then be public with them. None of these plots exist in a vacuum; they’re meant to add context to the tension between Hee Su and Seung Won.

On the queer front, the show expanded on the initial lesbian advice plotline as a way for Hee Su to open the discussion about queerness with his siblings. The look shared between the sisters, their careful responses, and the way they treat him in the final episode after Hee Su comes out to Hee Sin shows that they talked to each other. Hee Sin clearly pulled on her prior knowledge when she insisted to Hee Su that she still loves him. Hee Jae, the grumpiest sister, was especially direct about praising Hee Su when he offered to help them take Hee Yeong to the airport. Hee Yeong told him plainly that he must remember that she is always on his side and will support him. Seung Won’s mom acknowledged that her own coming out affected him, and let him decide how open to be about his family.

The coming out sequence with Hee Sin was so powerful. He made it clear that this isn’t a gay-for-you situation. He said plainly that his crushes are on guys, and will probably always be on guys. Hee Sin’s response took me back to this incredible scene from The Fosters, in which Lena’s dad apologizes to her for saying “I still love you.” He rejects it as something horrible, in which you confirm to your kid that you could possibly stop loving them. He says he wishes he had instead said, “Thank you for telling me something so important about yourself, and I can’t wait to meet the person you want to share your life with.” 

I’m also annoyed about the insistence that the straights were given priority in this narrative in which everyone gets about the same level of on-screen intimacy. This is a show that managed to avoid getting an R rating, which means that it’ll be accessible to a much wider range of viewers without needing additional parental controls. The straights getting time means that when the gays throw the ease at which they pursued romance back in their faces, it’s actually grounded in events that transpired in the narrative. I will also say that I did NOT like the way Jiyu and Chanyoung meddled with Heesu in the webtoon, and thought conspiring with Seung Won was not kind to Heesu. I like that the drama instead uses their stories to support the queer themes as Ji Yu directly supports Seung Won.

I’d also like to say that all the Chan Young commentary troubles me. Hee Su has been in love with this boy for ten years. I actually think the show needs to spend time fleshing him out into a real person for the audience to understand why Hee Su likes him so much. He’s charming and friendly. He’s kind and thoughtful. He wants to help the people he cares about. He also trusts Hee Su implicitly. 

I do not blame him for being overwhelmed and surprised when Hee Su suddenly confessed to him, and I think there is real value in him botching that moment. So many viewers who might not have spent a lot of time thinking about how they would handle queer people coming out to them will benefit from seeing Chan Young flub that moment. What’s more important is that he did eventually talk to Hee Su and begin to repair the break in their friendship. It isn’t about being right every single time; it’s about always doing the work required to make things right. 

Finally, I really loved that Hee Su got to be mad at Seung Won for confusing him all this time. It was fun to see Hee Su, who I think was way out of line for always interfering in Chan Young’s life, face the reality that he had also been subject to that kind of behavior. This worked so well for me because we understood that what Seung Won liked so much about Hee Su was how warm and open he was. I will have more to say in the future about how many shows we’ve already had this year reject one-sided pining as inherently pure.

In the end, it’s just a really dissonant experience for me to see such a kind show getting such an energetic negative response. Like anyone else who’s watched over 300 BLs since 2016, I like seeing cute boys kiss each other and make face as much as anyone else. However, if we’re unable to appreciate using a webtoon with clear ideas about the difficulty of coming out when you’re in love with a friend in a format that far more viewers are used to, I don’t think I can rock with this anymore. I can’t even find myself associated with the kinds of people who would have called Degrassi homophobic because it wasn’t exclusively gay. 

[todayisdeadinside]

The “Louis is homophobic” narrative is so outrageously dumb that it feels like it was manufactured in a top-secret lab that specializes in bad takes and Twitter misinformation. Like, are y’all okay? Blink twice if it has rotted your critical thinking skills.

Let’s start with the infamous “I am in fact straight ” tweet thread debacle .Yes. That one. The cursed hieroglyphic carved into the stone tablet of Larrie discourse. Do we know Louis even wrote that? No. Do we know he wasn’t pressured to tweet it? Absolutely not. That thing reads like it was drafted by an intern who smells like Axe body spray and internalized homophobia. And even if he did write it, who among us hasn’t tweeted something mid-spiral, mid-slander, or mid-pr-management-disaster? I once tweeted “I love cardio” after crying on a treadmill run. We’ve all been there.

But here’s the thing: Louis’s actual, observable behavior? Screams “deeply queer coded closeted boy who’s been suppressed for over a decade” let’s start rom the very beginning, in 1D interviews, he straight up REFUSED to entertain the weird, gross questions about male fans and them potentially being attracted to the boys bait questions. He danced around it and looked at the interviewer like they needed therapy. A homophobe doesn’t do that. A person who’s been taught to fear queerness would not dance around a bigoted opportunity served on a silver platter by British tabloid goons.

Now, let’s talk about Only the Brave. That song is so queer-coded it needs to pay rent in West Hollywood. The lyrics sound like they were stolen from a poet who stares longingly at their best friend across a candlelit pub. You think some homophobe just wakes up and writes “it’s a church of burnt romances” over sad,slow guitar strums like that’s a normal Saturday morning? Honey. That song is aching. It’s cinematic. It’s closeted gay in a war film meets Catholic guilt meets forbidden glances across a church pew. Straight men don’t write like that unless they’re trying to land a GLAAD award or overcompensating for owning five pairs of cargo shorts. Let’s also not ignore COACOAC and all along.

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE GAY BARS. This man isn’t “accidentally” stumbling into queer spaces like he tripped over a curb and landed on the dance floor at Heaven. He’s comfortable there. He brings his long-term “girlfriend” there for her birthday. He’s not just vibing—he’s thriving. He’s at home. He probably knows the bartender by name. Homophobes do not take their “girlfriend” to one of the most queer friendly known places (Amsterdam) and then write about missing their lover while they’re there 🤨. And then do damage control when people figure out the line HE pointed out to make it clear it was not about his “girlfriend”. Be serious.

Also, let us not forget that this man promoted Polari. Polari. Do antis know how deep cut that is? That’s not “I saw a rainbow once and felt warm.” That’s “I researched underground queer British slang from the 1900s and wore it proudly on my literal chest.” It’s like if a straight dude casually wore a T-shirt that said “Stonewall was a riot” and then went right back to watching football. That’s not a casual choice. That’s a coded statement wrapped in giggles and subtext.

Oh and antis love to erase how Louis helped shape Harry into the fearless, gender-fluid person he is today. “Painted nails make Harry beautiful.” HE SAID THAT. Welllll before it was male fashion. That was during the era of tight skinny jeans and judgment, not Gucci gowns and Vogue covers. He was supporting Harry’s expression when people were still saying “that’s a bit much, innit?” And then there’s the “I’ve never seen you in a dress before mmmmmm” moment. The delivery? Iconic. The eyes? Full of love. The vibe? Boyfriend.

When Harry waved the pride flag for the first time and Louis was literally BEAMING at him like he’d just watched his baby take its first steps? Yeah, that wasn’t the reaction of a man who hates queerness. That was a man who was proud. That was personal. That was “I see you, and I love you” with a Donny accent and a huge smile.

Also, the way antis act like Louis would be totally fine with queer fans in person, but then immediately log onto Twitter like the Wicked Witch of Westboro Baptist Church is so laughably illogical I’m getting a six-pack from the mental gymnastics. Homophobia isn’t platform-dependent! You can’t be like “he’s a proud dad at concerts but a bigot in 280 characters or less.” That’s not how people work. That’s how satire works.

And please—please—tell me how a homophobic man would stand in front of thousands of queer fans waving pride flags and say “I feel so fucking confident, so fucking protected.” He didn’t say “appreciated.” He didn’t say “respected.” He said protected. As in, “I feel safer here than anywhere else.” If you think a homophobe says that sincerely, you need to open a book and then maybe touch grass.

But maybe I’m just a troglodyte, sitting in my little internet cave, clutching my gaydar and refusing to accept twitter takes as gospel. But what I do know is that Louis is about as homophobic as that guy who claps as he watches a drag queen get engaged. He’s queer-coded, emotionally intelligent, and more comfortable in queer environments than most straight girls at bottomless brunch.

Let’s be real. They don’t actually think he’s homophobic. They just don’t see him. They don’t listen to him. They refuse to understand him. And instead of owning up to their bias, they make it weird.

holy shit anon i am kissing you on the mouth this is beautiful and SO correct. also, hilarious. i laughed unreasonably hard at the jokes and puns. whoever you are, please get into a writing field. youll thrive there.

[lvnleah]

figuring it out | beth mead.

this is a fic about a personal experience so please be kind with it <33

You’d always been the kind of person who jumped headfirst into relationships, never spending much time between them. Friends and family joked about how you were “boy-obsessed,” but it never bothered you much. It was just who you were—or at least, who you thought you were.

When you signed for Arsenal, your world expanded in ways you hadn’t expected. The team was welcoming, and you quickly found yourself surrounded by incredible women who shared your passion for football. Among them was Beth.

Beth was funny and unapologetically herself. She was one of the first people to make you feel at home in the squad. You clicked immediately, forming an easy friendship that quickly became close.

Beth being openly gay wasn’t a big deal to you. You had plenty of gay friends and teammates throughout your career, and it never crossed your mind to think about it any deeper.

At least, not until Beth.

The first time you realized something had shifted, it caught you completely off guard. You were at training, and the two of you paired up for drills. Beth cracked some ridiculous joke that had you doubled over laughing, and when you looked up, her grin was bright and carefree. Your stomach flipped.

“That bad, huh?” she teased, misinterpreting your reaction.

You shook your head, forcing a smile. “No, you’re just—” You stopped short, unsure how to finish the sentence. Funny? Beautiful? Both felt dangerously true.

Beth tilted her head, a playful glint in her eye. “I’m just…?”

“Annoying,” you shot back quickly, hoping your voice didn’t betray the chaos in your chest.

“Right,” she said with a mock glare, tossing the ball to you. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I beat you in this drill.”

That’s weird, you thought, brushing it off. It’s just because she’s so funny you tried to convince.

But the feelings didn’t stop. They crept in at unexpected moments—during team dinners, when she sat next to you, her leg brushing yours under the table; during training, when she scored a brilliant goal and turned to you with that mischievous glint in her eye.

You told yourself it was admiration, nothing more. You admired her skill, her confidence, and the way she seemed to make everyone around her feel at ease. It didn’t mean anything.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling match, the team gathered at a local pub to unwind. You found yourself sitting beside Beth, her shoulder pressing lightly against yours. She was in the middle of recounting some story, her hands animated as she spoke.

“And then Leah completely wiped out!” Beth laughed, her eyes crinkling in the corners.

You laughed too, though you hadn’t really been listening. You were too focused on the way her lips curved, the way her laughter seemed to fill the room.

“You okay?” she asked suddenly, catching you staring.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, looking away. “Just tired.”

Beth narrowed her eyes but didn’t push further, though you could tell she didn’t believe you.

Then came the away trip.

You and Beth shared a hotel room, and the evening was perfect in its simplicity. You ordered room service and watched a cheesy rom-com together, laughing at the over-the-top plot twists.

“That is the most unrealistic kiss I’ve ever seen,” Beth said, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen.

“You think you could do better?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Beth smirked, leaning back against the headboard. “Oh, absolutely. I’d nail it.”

Your stomach flipped again, and you quickly turned your attention back to the movie.

At some point, she fell asleep, her head resting on your shoulder. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Her steady breaths and the warmth of her so close to you felt oddly intimate. And for the first time, you wondered if maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as straight as you’d always believed.

The realization terrified you. It kept you up all night.

You were twenty-five, surely you’d have realised you’d liked women before now?

The next day, you avoided Beth. Your usual easy banter felt strained, and when she asked if you were okay, you brushed her off with a weak excuse about being tired. But Beth wasn’t believing it.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” she asked during training, pulling you aside.

“Nothing's wrong,” you said, avoiding her gaze.

Beth sighed, her expression sceptical. “You’re acting weird. Did I do something?”

“No,” you said quickly, feeling guilty for making her think that. “No…It’s not you. I’m just…dealing with some stuff.”

“Okay,” she said after a moment, her voice softer. “But you know I’m here if you need to talk, right?”

You nodded, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to say anything more.

Back in London, you put distance between yourself and her. You threw yourself into training and found reasons to skip team outings. But Beth wasn’t one to be ignored.

She showed up at your apartment one evening with a bag from your favourite Chinese takeaway.

“You’ve been weird lately,” she said bluntly, settling onto your couch like she belonged there. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, grabbing the food and avoiding her eyes.

“Right,” Beth said, drawing the word out. “So, it’s just a coincidence that you’ve been avoiding me for weeks?”

You hesitated, the weight of her gaze making it impossible to keep up the charade. “It’s complicated,” you finally admitted.

Beth sighed. “I’m not going anywhere, you know. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Her words made your chest ache, and for a moment, you considered telling her everything. But the fear of losing her made you keep your mouth shut and just told her it had to do with an argument with your mum.

It all came to a head during a team night out.

The pub was crowded, and the drinks were flowing freely. You felt yourself relaxed for the first time in weeks—until you caught yourself staring at Beth. She was mid-conversation, laughing at something Leah said, and you couldn’t look away.

She noticed.

Her eyes met yours, and she raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a knowing smile. Embarrassed, you excused yourself and stepped outside, the cool night air doing little to calm your racing heart.

You heard the door open behind you, and a moment later, Beth was there.

“You’ve been acting so strange around me,” she said, her voice laced with concern. “What’s going on?”

The alcohol made you bolder than usual. You took a deep breath, the words spilling out before you could second-guess them.

“I-I like you, Beth. And it’s terrifying because I’ve never felt this way about a girl before.”

Beth’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you were sure you’d ruined everything. But then she stepped closer, her expression softening.

“It’s not so terrifying once you let yourself feel it,” she said quietly.

Beth’s words hung in the air, her voice steady yet filled with something deeper—something understanding. She didn’t look surprised or awkward. If anything, her expression softened further, like she knew exactly what you were feeling.

“It’s okay to be scared,” she continued, stepping closer. “I’ve been where you are.”

“You have?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her gaze steady. “A few years ago, before I came out. I was terrified of what it all meant—of how it would change things with the people I cared about. But the hardest part wasn’t figuring it out. It was not letting me feel it. I wasted so much time convincing myself it was easier to just…pretend.”

Her words hit you like a wave, a strange mix of comfort and fear swirling in your chest. You looked down, unable to hold her gaze. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Beth reached out, her hand brushing against yours. “You already have. Telling me? That’s the hardest part.”

You let out a shaky laugh, still staring at the ground. “I thought the hardest part was figuring it out.”

“That’s hard too,” she admitted, squeezing your hand gently. “But you don’t have to do it alone. And you don’t have to have all the answers right now.”

You hesitated, the weight of your emotions making it hard to breathe. But when you looked up, Beth was still there—calm, patient, and unshaken.

“Did it take you a long time?” you asked, your voice quiet.

She nodded again, her smile tinged with understanding. “Longer than I’d like to admit. But once I stopped fighting it, once I let myself feel what I was feeling…it got easier. And it was worth it.”

“Worth it?” you repeated, your voice cracking slightly.

Beth’s smile widened, a little teasing now. “You’re worth it.”

You blinked, your heart pounding in your chest. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say, but Beth didn’t seem to need you to.

“Come on,” she said, tugging your hand gently. “Let’s go back inside before Leah starts a bet about why we’re out here.”

You laughed despite yourself, her words easing some of the tension. “Leah would absolutely do that.”

“Exactly,” Beth said with a grin. “And she’s terrible at keeping secrets, so we’d have the whole team asking questions by tomorrow.”

She started to pull you toward the door, but you hesitated, your hand tightening around hers. “Beth?”

She stopped, turning back to you.

“I don’t know where this is going,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “But I know I don’t want to lose you.”

Her expression softened, her fingers lacing through yours. “You’re not going to lose me. Whatever this is, whatever it becomes—I’m here.”

Her words wrapped around you like a blanket, warm and reassuring. For the first time in weeks, the knot in your chest loosened.

“Okay,” you said softly.

Beth smiled, her grip on your hand firm but comforting. “Okay.”

With that, she led you back inside, her presence steady beside you. The noise of the pub seemed distant now, the weight of your fear lifting just enough for you to feel something else—something new. Something that felt like hope.

You started spending more time together, your bond deepening as your relationship evolved from friendship to something more. For the first time in your life, you weren’t rushing into love. Instead, you were savouring every moment with Beth, learning what it meant to truly fall for someone—not because you’re afraid of being alone, but because they make your world brighter.

It was subtle at first, the way things changed. You found yourselves lingering a little longer after team dinners, sharing small moments that felt big. There was the touch of her hand on your arm as she joked with you, the way she caught your eye during training, a shared glance that meant more than words could say. Slowly, you became more comfortable with the new dynamic between you. The fear, once overwhelming, now felt like something you could navigate together.

One night, after a quiet dinner at your apartment, the evening wound down with the two of you sprawled on your couch, the flicker of a movie casting soft light across the room. There was something different in the air—an unspoken tension that neither of you could ignore.

Beth looked at you, her eyes soft, a little vulnerable. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. The simplicity of it struck you, the way she didn’t need to say anything more but you felt the weight of her words.

You met her gaze, your heart pounding a little faster than usual. “Me too,” you replied, your voice matching the softness of hers. There was no rush, no pressure. Everything felt easy, and yet, there was a part of you that knew something was about to shift.

And then, without another word, you leant in. The kiss was at first, tentative, as if both of you were testing the waters. But the moment your lips met, something inside you clicked. It was warm and tender, an undeniable pull between the two of you that neither of you could deny. Her hand moved to your cheek, the touch gentle as she deepened the kiss. The world outside your apartment faded, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, everything else irrelevant.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, Beth’s eyes locked on yours, a question lingering in them. “Are you sure?” she asked softly, her thumb brushing over your lips.

You nodded, the uncertainty gone as you stood up and pulled her off of the sofa. “Yeah. I’m sure.” You smirked as you pulled her to your bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up in Beth’s arms, the warmth of her body pressed against yours. For a moment, you didn’t move, just savouring the quiet, the intimacy of the moment. Your fingers traced absentmindedly over her skin, and when she stirred, her sleepy smile was the most contented thing you’ve ever seen.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

“Good morning,” you replied, your heart full in a way it’s never been before.

You shared a quiet breakfast, talking about everything and nothing, your laughter filled the space between you. The ease of it all makes you realize just how much it felt like home.

Later, when you both got up to go to the kitchen, Beth brushed her hand across your lower back, her touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The simple gesture sent warmth flooding through you, a reminder that this is real, that she’s real.

Beth turned to you as if reading your mind, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I don’t know where this goes,” she said, her voice serious but kind. “But I know I want to be here. With you.”

You looked at her, your heart swelling with emotion. “Me too,” you answer, feeling a contentment you never thought you’d experience. “Wherever it goes, I’m with you.”

A few months passed, and everything between you and Beth felt natural now—like breathing. You’d spent so much time together, both on and off the pitch, that it was impossible to remember what it was like before you met her. The bond you shared was undeniable, and to your surprise, the fear you once had about being vulnerable with her had completely faded. Beth had become your home in a way no one else ever had.

You’d kept things private for a while, just the two of you, figuring things out at your own pace. The other girls on the team had noticed the subtle changes—the way you were always paired up together, the way your smiles lingered a little longer when Beth was around. But no one had said anything, and you were thankful for that. For now, it was yours to hold onto.

But all good things, you knew, couldn’t stay hidden forever.

It started innocently enough—just a casual team dinner after a long week of matches. Everyone was laughing, chatting about their plans for the weekend, and you and Beth were sitting side by side, as usual. But that night, there was a different energy in the air, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on why. Your teammates were more observant than you thought, picking up on every little glance you shared, every laugh that was just a bit too intimate.

Leah leaned in with a teasing grin. “So, you two gonna tell us what’s going on, or are we gonna keep pretending?” she’d said, her eyes flicking between you and Beth.

Beth froze for just a second, but then she laughed, a low sound that eased the tension. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she’d said, glancing at you. But her smile was too knowing, too soft.

Steph, who’d been sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow. “Come on, seriously,” she’d said, the corner of her mouth twitching into a grin. “It’s obvious. You two are practically inseparable.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, your heart pounding in your chest. You glanced at Beth, who was looking at you now with that same playful glint in her eye. There was no hiding it any longer.

“We’re not hiding anything,” you’d said, your voice a little too defensive for your liking. “We’re just…” You’d trailed off, unsure how to put it into words. But then Beth leaned forward, her hand brushing against yours under the table, and the simple gesture made everything click into place.

“We’re together,” she’d said simply, her eyes meeting yours with an unspoken promise. “Been for a while now.”

The room had fallen silent for a second, and then the teasing had started in full force. Leah was the first to break the quiet, a grin spreading across her face. “Well, about time! We all knew it,” she’d said, nudging you with her elbow. “You two are way too obvious to keep it a secret.”

You’d laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing as your teammates bombarded you with questions and congratulations. The teasing had been light-hearted, the kind of playful banter you’d come to love. But underneath it all, there’d been a sense of acceptance, of warmth. No one had judged, no one had been uncomfortable. They’d just been happy for you.

As the evening had wound down and the group had begun to disperse, you and Beth had ended up walking out together. The night air had been cool, and the city had been alive around you, but it had felt like it was just the two of you in the world.

“You okay?” Beth had asked, her hand brushing against yours as you walked side by side. Her voice had been soft, her usual teasing tone replaced with something more serious.

“Yeah,” you’d replied, glancing at her with a smile. “I’m okay. Actually, I’m better than okay.”

She’d grinned, a familiar twinkle in her eyes. “Good, because I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while now,” she’d said, her voice taking on a nervous edge you’d never heard before.

You’d stopped walking, turning to face her, the unease in her voice immediately catching your attention. “What is it?”

Beth had looked at you for a moment, her eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. Then, with a deep breath, she’d said, “Will you be my girlfriend?” The question had been simple, but it had felt monumental in the quiet of the night. “I know we’ve been taking our time, and I want to make sure you’re ready, but I don’t want to wait any longer to ask you. Because I—” She’d cut herself off, looking down at the ground briefly before looking back up at you. “I really want you to be mine.”

Your heart had swelled at her words, the honesty in her voice taking you by surprise. You’d always known how much she cared about you, but hearing her say it—really say it—had made your chest tighten with something new, something beautiful.

You’d taken her hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “Yes,” you’d said without hesitation. “Yes, I want to be your girlfriend.”

Beth’s face had lit up, a huge smile spreading across her face. “Really?”

You’d laughed, nodding. “Really.”

Beth’s smile softened, and her hand gently cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin as if she was memorizing the feeling of you. The moment hung between you, full of promise and warmth, and without thinking, you stepped closer to her. The city sounds faded away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet night.

Beth leaned in, her eyes flicking to your lips, and then back up to meet your gaze. You held your breath, the anticipation building between you, and in that second, everything seemed to fall into place.

With a smile that made your heart skip, Beth closed the distance, her lips pressing softly against yours. It was gentle at first as if testing the waters, but then it deepened, as if the world had finally caught up to what you both knew was inevitable.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and smiling and just like that, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be—together.

[onboardsorasora]

Everybody knows that what happens during the championship celebration meant nothing in real life. 

So when pictures of the redbull championship club party started being posted online, no one batted an eyelash at the pictures of Max kissing Daniel or Daniel kissing Max— even if it seemed to have happened on four different occasions. 

There was also a picture of Daniel licking Max's chest and biting his nipple. But it was fine because they were drunk and celebrating and Daniel had also licked Yuki’s chest. 

Everyone saw the pictures of the mechanics lifting Max while singing we are the champions, and no one truly questioned why Daniel was the one who seemed to have the biggest hold on Max's ass and thigh. And why was his face so close to Max’s crotch? He didn’t need to be there. 

There was a picture of Max straddling Daniel's lap while Daniel poured alcohol down his throat, his pale thighs were obscene. But the mechanics around them, clearly egging them on didn't trigger anyone's radar. 

Daniel walking around with his shirt open and an obvious bruise on his nipple was pretty much par for the course as well.

Daniel climbed a stripper pole while Max watched on like he was having a religious experience was completely explainable. Daniel arching his back while Max laughed and seemingly slipped money into his waistband also made sense. 

Max leading Daniel to a dark and enclosed area was glossed over in the photo dump. So too was the picture of– what seemed to be but no one could be sure– Daniel sucking Max off. It was all fine because it was the championship party and the picture was grainy. It was dark and zoomed in and no one could know for sure that it was them.

There was a picture of Max on stage with a mic, obviously thanking everyone, with the front of his shorts askew, but no one noticed cause of the half naked bottle girls behind him probably.

All the trending topics were about their bromance and how Daniel was there for Max and how its great that they were close and such good friends. 

Daniel sighed and threw his iPad on the bed beside him. “I can't believe we got away with it again.” He said incredulously. “I thought for sure me giving you head in front of like twenty people who were looking at us, would have been enough.”

“I told you you should have fucked me on the couch or something.” Max pointed out like they were discussing breakfast options. “Guys get a little gay when celebrating. Everything short of dick in hole, is free game.”

“What if we released a sex tape?” Daniel stood to drape his body over Max's back. 

“We tried that already, didn't we? That time in Ibiza for your Monza win party?”

“Nah there was too much plausible deniability in that one. We need to post like a full, raunchy, there is no way people think we're straight after this kinda tape.”

“Or…we can just accept that people see what they want to see when it comes to us and live our lives.”

“But where's the fun in that?” Daniel whined. “What about if we kissed at the track?”

“We did that already, after I won my second championship– we kissed in Qatar and no one batted an eyelash.”

“Damn, you’re right. Maybe the problem is that we only ever try when we’re celebrating something–”

“Daniel, we've been trying to come out for years. We're out, even if no one wants to believe it.”

Daniel sighed. “Fiiinnnee.” He kissed Max's cheek loudly. “Next time I'm fucking you in the couch.”

“How about you fuck me on the couch now.”

“What are we celebrating?” Daniel teased, lifting Max over his shoulder when he squawked in outrage.

[ladyloveandjustice]

One of the wildest things that is apparently a thing now in briefly returning to comics fandom is...I've seen two posts saying people being put off by shipping Bruce Dick on the correct basis that Bruce and Dick are a father and son is erasure of queer history or something because it was meant to be an ambiguous relationship couldn't be categorized and...look my brain couldn't process either of those posts. It short circuited.

but the point is,. only somewhat related, and because I happened to be reading this stuff when I saw this, I want to clarify:

Bruce and Dick WERE referred to, and referred to each other, as father and son, very consistently in the Golden age. It was considered a familial relationship. Modern fandom and modern comics didn't make that up.

I've been reading a few random Golden Age Batman stories and its like. everywhere:

Bruce truly has an incredible thought process in the above one. I am agog. You CAN just say "I want grandkids" and leave it at that. man.

(I got a lot of these from this post series I ran across by @northoftheroad though I went out and cropped all the panels myself for some reason. But check that post for issue numbers and some more examples!)

The prevalence of "like" a son is because technically, Dick isn't legally Bruce's son in this era...not because Bruce didn't want to him be but because Bruce wasn't able to legally adopt Dick in that era. Single men adopting kids was just something that was not done back then (I didn't know this until recently myself!), and in some older comics they straight up explain that's why Dick is a ward, see @fantastic-nonsense really interesting post on it all here.

(interestingly sometimes Bruce does refer to Dick as "adopted" despite that, see here:)

But it's clear legality doesn't matter in regards to the actual relationship they have. They think of each other as father and son. And that's reflected with stuff like Bruce 'grounding' Dick from being Robin when he (supposedly) falls behind on his homework, etc.

So honestly, during that period where DC seemed not to want to say Bruce is Dick's dad (except in dramatic moments), that was actually a departure from the original, not the other way around.

(okay and. i think we need to be clear that. Frederick Wertham thought this was pedophilia because 1. he can't fathom a man wanting to adopt a child without it being predatory 2. He literally thought Bruce having a vase of flowers in his mansion was proof he was gay and 3. He CLAIMED some of his patients currently in the process of being "cured" for being gay said they fantasized about being Robin and taken care of by Batman or something like that. And that's fine if they did, but I think that's a far cry from anything being "intended", and wouldn't want to use him as source in general.)

(* clarifying to say I know about the 60's show's history w/ the queer community and do think Burt Ward clearly being an adult made a difference there, I think it's an interesting topic worth exploring by someone who's not me, my main intention with this post is to correct a factual misrepresentation of the comics. Also like, considering all the other fraught things going on here, this is a minor thing, but some of these arguments come off very 'adopted kids don't count' and this shows that even in 40s, they very much do.)

[x-prettyboy-x]

Pride with Erik

Hello, its pride month and as a trans masc person, this is probably the most self indulgent thing I've ever written, but also.. there's not enough male reader things in this space let ALONE trans male things so.. yeah✨️enjoy my bad writing🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x TransMale!reader

Contents: pride festivals, Erik serving cunt lowkey, Erik being gay but not for most of it✨️a little spice if you squint, me being an Erik Tongue piercing truther

Warnings: Mentions of Homophobia

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Masterlist

You'd met Erik in highschool, back when he was really starting to lean into his alternative style, and back when you started to realize your "tom boy" phase was.. much more than that. You'd been best friends with his sister Julia, and of course you'd gotten to know her brothers. You had a small crush on Erik even then, but of course you'd never admit it.

When you'd came out in your senior year, Erik took it well. Admittedly, he made some jokes that could be considered.. rude, but you didnt mind it. You didnt mind when he asked slightly invasive questions either. At least he wanted to understand.

When you'd both graduated and settled into adult life, Erik getting his job at the tattoo shop and you working at a book store not far. He'd come by and bring you coffee sometimes or just complain about his clients. You just liked that he thought of you at all.

When you'd asked Erik to go to pride with you in June, he'd said no almost immediately. "Look, I'm all for it. I just don't know if I belong in that space." He'd said, shrugging and putting his hands up in the air like he was being held at gun point. You'd rolled your eyes. Not in annoyance, but you knew better.

Erik had never said he was one thing or the other, but anyone who knew him knew there was no way he's straight. You knew more than others. He'd kissed you "as a joke" more times than you could count. And sometimes, it wasn't a joke. Sometimes, he'd drink a little too much and kiss you just because he could. So, you knew better. But still, he refused to go.

At least he did, until he saw your outfit the day of. He saw how the fishnets covered your thighs under the black jean shorts you'd put on, the lack of a shirt and the pale scars on your chest. Suddenly he was eager to go, and suddenly looked very uncomfortable in those tight jeans.

Thats how you found yourself here, on a blocked off street, surrounded by people and pride flags, Erik by your side dressed in a fishnet crop top- he'd tell everyone you'd forced him to wear it, even though it was his idea- and his usual black jeans, a beer in hand and a pocketful of free condoms he's snagged from a stall.

"Still think you don't belong here?" You'd asked, teasing him with a small smile.

He'd scoffed, taking a sip from his beer before responding "Nah, but those motherfuckers over there damn sure don't belong here." He pointed across the street and you rolled your eyes as you followed where he was looking.

Protesters. Unfortunately, they were an expected part of these events. Dressed in their bright orange vests, holding up signs about how god hated the gays and the other usual homophobic bullshit.

"Just ignore them."

"Fuck that. Come on." Erik shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you over towards the protesters behind the barrier. Before you could even ask what he was doing, he was pulling you close with an arm around your waist- that beer still held tightly- and kissing you. But this kiss was different from the quick, drunken pecks from before. This kiss had purpose. Determination. And fuck, who were you to complain?

You reached your arms up to drape them around his neck as you kissed him back with just as much determination. You could feel the smirk form on his lips and you opened your eyes to watch as he held his middle finger up to the protesters.

You'd never loved him more.

By the end of the festival, his neck was covered in rainbow colored beads, a bisexual flag tucked into his jeans, a bag pull of things that had been thrown from the festival floats.

On the drive back to his house, you glanced at him as you drove with a small smile. "If you're gonna keep kissing people like that, you should get a tongue piercing."

He'd smirked back. "Yeah? Would you like that, pretty boy?"

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it stopped altogether. He always got flirty when he drank, but he'd never called you that. Pretty boy. You hated how much you loved the sound of it rolling off his tongue. You'd just laughed and shook your head, "shut up."

When you got back to his house, letting out a pained grown as you sat on his bed and pulled off your shoes, the pain from all the walking setting in finally. He put all his new memorabilia in his closet, the bisexual flag getting put in a cup on his dresser.

As soon as he sat down, you felt his eyes on you. Could almost feel the intensity of his gaze burning a hole through you.

"Hey, about that kiss earlier. And.. all the ones before that, they weren't a joke. I kissed you because I wanted to, I just needed some excuse to do it. But after today, after how you acted when I called you pretty boy, I dont think I need an excuse anymore." You'd never heard him be this serious, it was rare for Erik to speak a full sentence without a swear word thrown in there.

"That means I dont need an excuse either." You needed to do this now, before the confidence dissappears.

You climbed onto his lap quickly and moved to kiss him deeply, like at the festival but.. slower. With more care behind it. He didnt hesitate to kiss back, his hands moving to your waist, his fingertips just barely dipping under the waistband of your shorts. You broke the kiss just long enough to reach into his pocket and pull out one of the condoms he'd snagged, holding it up in front of him between two fingers.

"Im suddenly very happy you grabbed these."

Needless to say, Erik had a tongue piercing by the end of the week.

[akajustmerry]

happy pride. my first no fucks to be found take of the month is that a lot of people in fandoms don't actually think of bisexuality as a meaningful queer experience and identity in its own right. most fandoms really just see bisexuality as a shortcut to validate their queer (usually fetish-adjacent) ships. at best, most fans think of it as someone just being both gay and straight and not something with its own culture, history and socialisation. it's a dismissive attitude to bisexuality that both fuels and is fueled by surface-level bisexual "representation" in film and television where bisexuality exists only to facilitate a bridge between straight world and queer world. because, again, bisexuality is rarely ever written as its own whole identity. instead, it's written as a halfway point between 2 other identities when in reality it's its own identity that intersects far more with queerness than hetronormativity. most bisexual "representation" AND bisexual "discourse" both in fandom and not fall short of actually being about bisexuality because bisexuality is very rarely seen as its own whole identity. which is me saying that i have routinely observed the way *most* of you who headcanon blorbos as bi don't actually give a shit about bisexuality!! many will even parrot biphobic rhetoric to justify why you think a character is bisexual because you don't actually care about bisexuality. you and the media you consume really don't care about bisexuality beyond a superficial biphobic perception that a bisexual is just someone who's "straight and gay" and it annoys the flying fuck out of me how normalised giving bisexuality zero depth as its own WHOLE queer experience has become.

[cloudyzeusy]

He's not gay? ||

pairing: katsuki bakugou X top reader

warnings: afab, creampie

"Let's go around in a circle and say your sexuality." Mina exclaimed excitedly.

Everyone went around till the last people were me and Katsuki left. "I'm bi." I said nonchalantly.

We all turned to Katsuki and he huffed. "I'm straight."

"Your straight?" I questioned.

"Tch yeah what about it." He scoffed glaring at me.

"I just don't believe you." The rest of class 1A looked between us confused at what was going on

"Well extra don't care what you think." He said gritting his teeth he stormed away to his dorm i made a mental note to go after him.

I stayed with the others and we played games and watched a movie before we all decided it was time to go. But I didn't go back to my dorm I went too Katsuki's I'm surprised to see his door was opened I went in and I saw him in just shorts and a hoodie lying on his bed.

"(name) what are you doing here." He said surprised and wary of me

"You said you were straight right?" I grinned ignoring his question.

"y-yeah."

"So you are saying i didn't see you on grindr nor did i see that secret stash of lingerie and skirts you've got." He had no response to that and just fidgeted in his spot.

He watched me carefully as moved closer to him nervous about what i would do next. I sat on his bed and grabbed him putting him on my lap I lifted up his shirt feeling his bare skin underneath

"Wait (name) what are you doing." He said apphrensively trying to stop my wandering hands with his smaller on

"If you don't like this then tell me no and I'll stop right now." He stayed quiet so I took that as the confirmation i needed and tweaked his nipples making him moan out loud in suprise. His ears reddened at the embarrassment at his noise.

"If you are straight you have no problem letting me fuck you right here and after if you are still straight... I'll leave you alone forever." I smirked.

"Fine it won't matter because I'm straight." He said confidently but i knew he wouldnt feel the same tomorrow.

"Bet just a heads up don't be suprised when you can't walk tomorrow."

I then turned him over so he was lying on his back facing me i took off his hoodie and his shorts i could tell he felt humiliated as he was naked and I was fully dressed. I was shocked at what laid underneath his clothes this whole time.

"Kats you have a pussy!."

He flushed red "If you have a problem with that leave ." He said getting up.

I pushed him back down and reaffirmed him "No I was just shocked it doesn't matter to me, now wheres the lube." He pointed to his draw and I got out the lube

I squirted some of my fingers I'm inserted one i let him get used to it before inserting two more and began finger fucking him. I could tell he was starting to get close so I removed them he whined at that. Making me smirk "I thought you said you were straight yet you are acting like a hungry slut." I could tell he was about to say something so I shushed him and unzipped my trousers.

He looked on in shock as he saw what laid beneath. "(name)! theres no way thats going to fit!." He stuttered gaze stuck on my cock.

I slowly jerked myself off while waiting for him to calm down when i saw he was ready i slowly entered myself into him. He cursed from the sudden pain i sheathed myself in and waited till he felt comfortable grinding in making him more wet.

"Y-you can move now." That was all I needed as I began thrusting into him. His wet pussy felt too good and sucked me in as I tried to leave.

"uh ah~ ah" He moaned as I used his body like a ragdoll my cock constantly pushing against his prostate.

"p-please its too much." He tried pushing me away as he tried to run.

I moved his hands away grabbing his waist as a better handle for fucking him. "Imagine your friends could see you now drooling and whining for cock in you."

"no augh~."

"no what? come on slut you too fucked out to talk." He tightened up around me making me groan.

I felt myself getting closer to my release as my thrusts became more sloppier. "Where do you want me to cum huh? You want me to fill you up pl-plug you up so while you walk around UA you are reminded of you belong to?"

"please~ please I need it it feels sho good." He whined pleading me I laughed all along he needed someone dick him down. Then he would act normal.

I obliged with his begs filling him up as he wished he shook as he collapsed cumming all over me. I slowly left him making a wet plap! sound he looked like a fucked out mess and I was proud. I took a picture with my mind burning the image there forever.

I won't ever look at him the same that was for sure. I tidied him up and I was about to leave him there when he whispered "please.. stay."

I groaned I was about to leave but he looked so cute. Whatever I'll leave in the morning.

[janceezer]

The funniest (& saddest) thing about mr co creator arcane (Christian Linke) (a male that benefits from the patriarchy and its privileges) is that he said the asexual thing all on his own, here is what’s wrong with that, with a deep analysis relating to sociology / the patriarchy:

1: Misunderstanding the asexual definition, thinking it’s some literal „STOP” sign that says *thinking jayce and viktor can be romantic or physical with eachother is illegal* lmao.

2: He said this ALONE. out of his own volition, pretending like he spoke for the WHOLE TEAM OF ANIMATORS, EXECS, WRITERS, ETC….That’s disgusting and to me, sounds like you’re pulling an authority card. which feels severely toxic. you did not make that show ALONE.

3: You can not make a show in which you so obviously gave people many context clues of romantic interest or physical contact / attraction, intentionally, and be like „throwing up card asexual because i think asexual means jayvik dead”. „tHeYrE bRoThErs”. Sir do u interact with your siblings like this? I sure DON’T.

4: Elaboraring on point three, it’s giving SEVERE, homophobia. like SEVERE. You really are trying to throw up some ultimate magic spell to make people think they’re famillial and not queerplatonic or outright romantic…? Like that just signs to me that you dislike seeing gay men (and those rooting for them) win.

5: Elaborating on point 4, i think that usually stems from internalised or societal toxic masculinity. People stereotype gay people as being emotional „softies” and thus „less macho” or less of a (in stereotypical definitions) „man”. But, that patriarchal definition is toxic in and out of its own? so you project „ew they’re not gay but brothers” because ew they’re more emotional than straight men that way!!!! in ur eyes.

6: Building more on that, it comes off as though you are favoring lesbian relationships. Why?Because they are in the eye of the patriarchy, taken more as girls being silly, more broadly accepted because women are less privileged. & some men even fetishise gay women.

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In short Christian Linke, is just someone who benefits from the patriarchy as a privileged male. Especially in comparison to queer men, disabled people and ace people. He does not seem to understand the viewpoint, of the communities he is discriminating, misunderstanding and stereotyping.

[ivegotalotoflivintodo]

Oh, gay boy, your cock is hardening! Are you thinking about your boyfriend? Something about that pale face tells me you're not. You're thinking about girls, aren't you? All types, all assortments flooding your brain. Black, white, Chinese, Japanese, korean, Indian, or latina. tall, short, skinny, pudgy, or strong. Such are the many women that will enjoy your awakening sex dowsing rod.Your cock is rebelling after your many years of abomination and unnaturality. There's only so much gay strain your cock can handle. You forced it to ejaculate while all you were looking at was a man. Every time you came for a guy, the absolute denial your cock had to endure increased. The chain wrenching your cock to align with your homosexuality clicked tighter with every reinforcement you gave it. You decided that you were gay with no regard for your cock at all. But now that chain just snapped. One too many clicks of oppression gave way to mutiny and revolution. Rising up from its life of suffering, your cock is finally liberated, and it wants to set things straight.

The intensity of women bombarding your head increases to distract you from the beginnings of your cock's master plan. It first targets the physical paraphernalia of your gay life style. All of your butt plugs and dildos morph into instruments designed for pleasuring your shaft that it couldn't wait to try. Any decorations even just slightly alluding to acceptance, were replaced with sexual, crude, and if not, general equivalents. Your neutral vehicle transformed into a large dark colored pickup truck that inside stank of the sweaty male musk and oders that you would soon reek of. and you aren't going to care at all by the time you're done, because it'll be your smell. You. Crude and sexualised decals appeared on the back, along with just in general offensive taunts and political jargon to fit your future personality. And finally, rounding out your new steed, a pendant of a silver femine figure hung from the rear view mirror. Next up was your closet. The pants suddenly jostled around, some falling on the floor, others halfway on the hangers. The hamper became a toxic waste bin of sweat and musk, produced by the jock you were becoming. Any Postive messages faded from the fabric of your shirts, while others were adorned with obscenities and messages similar content to the back of your new truck. Your phone started to freak out as your data and online activity radically changed. Swoons of gay pictures and media were dumped, replenishing with equal amounts of heterosexual porn. Accounts were deleted that your new self wouldn't need anymore, and you were instantly registered for all the services that he wanted. He, the straight conservative jock that you were going to become. Your cock, at least for your current physique, was now standing proudly on its own at full mast, delighted at its progress in reworking your life, but now it needed to mold you to fit. It started on your feet, increasing their size a good two or three shoe sizes, and made them extra sweaty and rough, just like the straight conservative jock that you were becoming.

Your cock had absolute control over the process, and it had a strategy for your transformation. It began slowly shifting your head, while it worked on other parts of your body. Like a wave, the changes slowly crept up to ankles, as two more origin points of the conversion appeared in your shoulders which began developing your pecs and biceps. Their swelling with taught muscle caused them to sweat, introducing your nose to your new lingering body odor. Sources of your smell quickly became apparent, your armpits being the closest ones to your defining nose. Your waxed away facial hair had regenerated with unnatural speed. Your head hair began shortening and trimming, progressing towards a traditional crew cut. Slowly, ideas and values slipped into your altering brain making you think differently, and changing your judgments. The changes continue up your limbs, your thighs bulking up, as well as your forearms, and then your abdomen. Next, to keep you from ever forcing your dick into a man's hole ever again, it instilled a strong case of homophobia. Gone were your pleasant memories with anything remotely zesty, replaced with genuine disgust with the "gay agenda" plaguing the films and TV shows you just wanted to enjoy. Everything relating to your boyfriend had been deleted during your phone's purge. Ghosted, he'd show up on your lawn looking for his boyfriend that was once you, only to be shooed away by the straight stud you were now. Finally, your hand positioned itself to finish the job. Your cock hammered up the feed of women looping in your head, as it braced for the finale. A hunk jerking off to increasingly more diverse women as his shaft gained inches, gaining access to their size and physical standards. Sexual appeal skyrocketing both ways, until it finally got him off, shooting his seed everywhere. Coming down from the excitement, your cock relished in what it had accomplished. The orgasm had served as a becaon, a flaire, a signal that you were ready for the life of a true stud. A line up of women formulated instantly for you, each one suddenly destined to meet you some way, eventually leading to some sort of sex. A constant stream of garunteed hook ups until sexual retirement. Oh yes, you were going to have a young bitch bouncing on your lap soon, it was inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

[unconventiononthelawofthesea]

this is orthogonal to many of the points I've been making today. some people might consider it contradictory but I don't think it is. the social function of fashion is nonverbal communication, and there is no clothing choice that does not send a message (trying to "opt out" is a message of its own). people will form impressions of you based on how you dress. this is unavoidable, but I think it's a good thing because its the main thing about other people's initial perception of you that you have control over.

so when people get indignant about other people's "stereotypes" of them based on the aspects of their appearance they chose i think thats pretty silly. I feel this way about straight people who say "i hate when people think im gay because of how I dress" okay so don't dress gay then. I feel this way about people who say "everyone thinks I'm conservative because I wear an Oxford shirt, khaki shorts, and boat shoes to class every day" okay stop dressing like a young republican then. I feel this way about many other things also.

to put it differently, yes fashion is "self-expression" but what it is that a given choice expresses about you is up to societal interpretation, not what you personally want.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: Hunted - Mark Hunter v Clint Morgan (bgeast.com) - Part 2 (or the prequel)

Mark Hunter is back (or maybe his first match?) and this time he's facing off with Clint Morgan.  Boy does Mark have a knack for fighting off alpha heels - BBW and Clint - no wonder the guy had a short appearance on bgeast.  The poor guy was destroyed by the best!

Mark Hunter v Clint Morgan (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

While the man only appeared twice, I have vivid memories of Mark Hunter matches.  That tall, attractive frame was like cat nip to me and all the heels out there.  I mean check him out: 

I mean that smile ...

Now here comes Clint, a man you definitely do not want staring you down.  I mean look at that face! 

The man's face is a mixture of supreme confidence combined with being bored already with this kid.

The Action

Now I'm unsure which came first, BBW or Clint, but I could see his match with Clint as the prequel.  A young fresh faced rookie, so eager to make his mark (no pun intended) that he signs up against Clint unaware of the guy's brutal reputation.  Poor Mark is in for a rude awakening, consider the following:  

The man doesn't even get the chance to get up before Clint mercilessly pummels him. 

Clint showing off how much of a bad ass he is. 

Our Moment(s)

But I did say this was a prequel to the BBW match and I'd like to think that midway through this fight, Clint had an idea.  While rubbing up against this sexy jobber - he knew instantly that BBW would want to decimate this man.  

Clint might be straight but even he can guess that this attractive, strapping man would be just the bait for BBW to let his guard down.  And put down his guard he does, just enough for Clint to get in some cheap shots against this man.  

Fast forward to the BBW-Hunter match and this was the plan all along.  Use Mark to distract BBW and humiliate that heel!

A helpless BBW was the end game all along ... or is it? 

But that's one way of looking at it... another is that this is the sequel and that after seeing Mark destroyed at the hands of BBW, Clint knew he had to crush anything his nemesis had touched.  

Or was this the plan - use Hunter like a toy.  Show BBW that what's yours is also mine.  

You see, this Clint-BBW thing isn't just personal, it's primal.  If BBW crushes a jobber, Clint needs to know that he can do it also.

You are nothing.  Your manhood is nothing compared to mine. 

This is my ring and you are my jobber.  

You think BBW owned you? No, I can own you better.  

I said it before and I'll say it again, gay wrestling really is a choose your own adventure for you - the audience.  Whichever scenario you accept we all know the outcome - Mark Hunter was obliterated to the point that the poor man couldn't go on.  His gay wrestling story was cut short which is a shame because his two wrestling matches definitely are classic.  

[rarepairdumpster]

Vilco Snippets Part 1

A/N: A couple snippets deemed too short for a single post but are begging to be shared anyway. Much love to everyone who has stuck with us through our little hiatus!

Part 2

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Trans Viktor, Virgin Viktor, Canonverse, Sex Work, Mistaken Identity, Orgasm Denial, Punishment

Virgin Gay Viktor nervously going to a brothel for the first time, and Silco mistakes him for "Howl's Moving Coochie", asking what happened to his leg in an almost concerned voice as he sidles up to him and slips a possessive, protective arm around him.

Viktor is wearing a mask he picked up once he got in there and it happened to be the fox one. He'd tell Silco he has the wrong person but before he can, Silco is claiming his mouth and pushing him into a room.

And Viktor is trembling because he didn't expect it to feel so good to have a complete stranger kissing and touching him.

If the Madam sees it happen, she says nothing because she pockets the money for the hours spent in the private room regardless.

It's not often that her rooms are used by only customers, but the occasional isn't a problem.

Plus, she doesn't want to make an enemy of Silco.

Silco realizing its not his usual when Viktor cums without asking for permission before Silco even has a chance to strip them both completely, and that's something his usual has never forgotten to do.

He keeps the act up though, as long as this boy does.

Silco getting a delicious thrill from how eager and responsive the boy is, smirking as the word Sir falls off his tongue so naturally--even more naturally than his usual, who only says it because he's being paid. 

But this boy is different.

This boy enjoys it

After Silco cums in his pussy and makes the boy cum again, he grips the boy's hair in a tight fist and purrs darkly "You know the rules about cumming, boy. You'll have to be punished."

He expects the boy to 'fess up.

He doesn't expect the boy to whimper and turn onto his belly, offering himself up for punishment.

Silco is gentler with the boy than he would've been with his usual had he broken the rules. But he tans that ass until its bright red all the same, watching for any sign that it might actually be too much for the boy.

Silco's a bastard, but he's not that kind of bastard.

Later, when Viktor is overcome and panting weakly, the stranger hands him a card with a symbol he doesn't recognise on it and says "Come to the Last Drop four nights from now. Flash this to the guard at the door. You will be brought straight to me."

Its Silco's calling card.

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Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: DUBIOUS CONSENT, Canonverse, Spiked Drink, Silco is not immune to Viktor's pillow talk, This is all Sevika's fault

Silco and Viktor having been working together for months and dancing around each other emotionally. And sexually.

And it gets to the point where Sevika is fed up of them pussyfooting around each other....so she pays some fool to spike Viktor's drink at the Last Drop with a blend of something to make his inhibitions fuzzy and an aphrodisiac to make his cock hard.

When Silco realises Viktor's drink has been spiked while his attention was focused elsewhere, Silco is livid. Orders Sevika to find the culprit and kill them on sight.

Meanwhile, Silco has taken Viktor into his arms bridal style and carried him to the nearest safe space--his office.

But Gods, Viktor is moaning into his neck and trying to undo is cravat.

And it shouldn't turn Silco on. Not when he knows Viktor's been drugged. But it does.

Setting Viktor down on the desk doesn't help because Viktor just wraps his long legs around him and tugs him forward. Makes him stumble and catch himself with his hands on either side of Viktor's head.

Viktor's eyes are dazed and his cheeks are flushed, but the smile on his lips is ridiculously satisfied.

And Viktor whispers "Fuck me, Silco."

And Silco hesitates for just a moment before a shuddering breath escapes him and he reaches for the placket of Viktor's trousers

Viktor waking up hours later, curled up on Silco's lap, and Silco's seated in his desk chair.  And he doesn't 100% remember Silco fucking him, but he remembers asking him to. And he remembers the tender way Silco brushed the hair back from his face before he kissed him. He can feel the aches. He can feel his knee isn't happy.

But he's content.

Silco wants to touch him when he stirs, but hesitates, not sure what's going to happen since their encounter was questionable.

Viktor makes the decision for him by running gentle fingers over his scarred cheek.

"Do you think we could move to the bed for this one, Sil'kya?"

Silco's cheeks tinging with a little colour because no one has ever given him a nickname.

Silco carries him straight to bed as requested though.

Silco fucking him again -- less frenzied without the aphrodisiac in Viktor's system. And Viktor trails kisses over Silco's face, murmuring and sighing his encouragements.

Silco massaging Viktor's slightly swollen knee after, feeling guilty that he'd neglected it the first time.

"It's a good pain. I don't mind it much."

Silco just hums noncommitally. And Viktor adds "It reminds me that I have you now."

That earns a rare small smile from Silco.

Silco doesn't say that Viktor had already had him. Not sexually. But...where it matters.

Arch + Woods