#me and my brother were staring like ran?that's gay

[t4tadrienette]

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[thewitchblue]

Recluse Part Three: Mystery Ring

Damian was ecstatic. He managed to bring you to his universe without causing a fuss and without your stupid fiancée at your heels. He'd deal with the vampire-spider hybrid when he inevitably comes to retrieve you after today. They'll find answers to their questions and disable those pesky trackers once more.

"Father, I have our guest."

Bruce turned and ran to hold his son as they step out of the portal. Damian's not one for physical affection often, but he allowed this one time. It showed gratitude towards you for returning him safely.

"Thank you for returning him to me. I was worried he was gone forever."

You grimaced. Your spider sense was going off like crazy. You weren't safe here.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be going now."

Bruce puts a hand on your shoulder before you could turn around. You flinched away as he said,

"Nonsense. You need to stay for dinner."

You narrowed your eyes and took a step away. You were beginning to consider running and taking Damian with you.

"I'm just here to ask if I can adopt Damian. You can work it out legally on your end, but I'm going to crash at my place until the paperwork is finished."

You could spend the time with Miles in New York while they figured it out. Bruce seemed surprised as you immediately got into why you are visiting.

"Why do you want to adopt my child?"

You pinged your location to Miles with your ring and responded honestly,

"He saved me."

It was a half-truth. Your grip on him helped you stay to the world. He's also seen too much about the Society and needs to be kept closer instead of being pushed away. You want him as your child, yes, but you also need to keep him close so he doesn't reveal crucial information about the mutiverse. You would feel bad if you left him behind with the knowledge of the multiverse resting heavy on his shoulders. He deserves a stable home with lots of tías y tíos (aunts and uncles).

Your spider sense alerted just in time to see Tim again. This time, he seemed nervous. There was no needle in his hand, but he did have a ring that clearly was more than a ring on his hand as well.

You narrowed your eyes at the ring. Something was wrong with it. Outworldly. Alien. It had various coloured stones wrapped around a lead band neatly. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a gay pride ring, however something was off about it. Your focus was drawn to it like a magnet. Maybe it was the radiation waving off the stones or it was the man himself, you weren't entirely sure. Something about the ring is making your spider sense go crazy. The radiation seemed to be hijacking your spider sense.

It was only then you noticed Bruce was speaking. You awkwardly smile and rub the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I was a bit distracted, sir."

Tim shares a look between his family that you don't notice. Your focus was on Bruce and Damian once more.

"I was asking you to dinner. It will be ready soon and you'll be able to meet the rest of the family. I can't give Damian away to a stranger."

You nodded. You were dimly aware you shouldn't accept food from these strangers, but you chalk the spider sense issue due to something about the ring and let yourself be ushered into the dining room.

You find yourself sat between an already sleeping Tim and alert Damian. You noticed three (Cass, Steph, Terry) of the kids trying to sneak photos of Tim, as he fell asleep on top of a big buff guy. Jason, for all he acts like a tough I-don't-want-to-be-here attitude, allowed his brother to sleep on his bicep (he's too tall to sleep on his shoulder).

You cooed at the scene. Immediately you started murmuring terms of endearment in Spanish and gesturing to take Tim into your arms.

"Ven a mí, pequeña (come to me, little one)"

You took Tim off Jason without asking and rest his dead-weight body on you instead so Jason could eat. You ignored the stares and ran your fingers through Tim's hair with a soft smile on your face. This family reminded you of some of your fellow spider people, so it became easy to slip into the family. Something within Bruce fawned over the moment.

"Do you plan to take all my children?"

Bruce asked, amused by the scene. He meant for it to sound light, but there was something behind it. What that something was, you weren't sure. Something chilling that made your spider sense twitch. You tried to send a quick sos signal to Miles and the Society, but there was a delay. You seemed unable to send anything out.

You tried not to freak out, but you were beginning to get nervous. What can you do if you can't get back? How will Miguel drag you back home?

You stare at the food for a moment. You have a strong healing factor, but who knows what they put in the food? You awkwardly apologise,

"Lo siento (I'm sorry). I wanted his brother to eat and this one reminds me of my friend."

You gesture to the sleeping Tim, who is now practically cuddled into your side. He's similar to your version of Harry.

You soften just at the memories you have with the boy. He was still alive and not-evil in your universe. Your universe may be your personal hell, but you still protect Harry and the civilians with your life and visit often.

"Oh really? Would I know the friend?"

Bruce asked. Now he was curious. Another person with scary intelligence might be a good recruit. You shot it down immediately,

"You probably don't. He's mostly stayed in New York."

Not a lie, but not the full truth. Bruce surely would know him. Harry's family is too big and popular to not be on Bruce's radar at the very least. If there even is a Harry in this universe.

You murmured softly in Spanish when Tim stirred to put him back to sleep. You subtly sneak the ring off his finger to study later. Nobody noticed, as their attention shifted to Damian. Damian, Edgelord of Darkness, looked almost soft towards you. He was cuddled on your other side and giving you lovesick eyes. He needs you in the family.

He ate everything on his plate and the plates weren't pre-made, so you hesitantly start eating as well. Damian seemed fine. Cognitive, at the very least.

Damian, admittedly, disliked the vampire-spider you are engaged to, but he could see how happy he makes you so he's willing to let it go. For now. It makes him oddly jealous how happy Miguel so effortlessly makes you. He's such an inadequate man compared to the Wayne family.

Bruce seemed to accept the excuse. Well, he could still recruit you if he can't recruit your friend.

"Well, would you consider joining us? If not the Justice League?"

You grimaced. You were unsure how to dodge that question so you answered,

"I'm not really looking to join anything."

Jason looked at your face carefully as you spoke. His gaze felt like a razor blade: sharp and cold. He didn't want you around his brother or at all, really. He liked you enough. You fit into the family well, but what is your deal? Why are you trying to take away his little brother? What's your angle?

Dick seemed too enamoured to think about the different angles you are trying to come from. You were coaxing them each out of their shells easily, but Jason's mistrust had him keeping his cards close.

"You're staying in Gotham for Damian's schooling, right?"

Dick asked you innocently enough. You debated it for a moment. You could keep him in school, but part of you selfishly wanted him to come with you to see all your tías y tíos (aunts and uncles).

"I don't know if I want to keep him in this city. I might be a bit selfish, but I'd like to whisk him away. He'd get to meet his new family and it would be easier for him find new friends if I transferred him."

Damian eyed his father. What's going on in his head? It didn't seem like he was pleased with the idea. Bruce said in a charming tone,

"At least wait until the end of the school year before transferring him over. It's a big adjustment to move to a different city."

You were inclined to agree. After all, they are already halfway through the school year. It would be jarring to move.

"Sure. I'll find a place to stay in the meantime and you can give me any updates on my little boy."

You pulled Damian closer to your side. It felt almost instinctual. As if your body knows to stay away and keep Damian away as well. Bruce's gaze was piercing and calculating. He was stuck on a thought.

"You could stay with us. It would give us more time to get to know you."

He offered. He needed to keep an eye on you and tell Damian his plan. Your weakness is your sense of family. You seem to be in an internal war between pushing people away and drawing them in, much like he is himself. You shake your head with a smile. You say,

"Oh, no. I have someone who's expecting me in New York. I can take Damian with me to meet all his new family members, if you'd allow it."

Miles got your sos text finally. Your ring buzzed its confirmation that the message was sent. You were starting to relax now, however. There was nothing sedating in the food nor your drink that you can tell. It would have kicked in already.

Bruce's smile had an edge to it. He was sparring you mentally and you were oblivious to his prodding.

"I would like to meet them myself before giving away my son permanently."

Bruce gave Damian a pointed look to tell him to play along. Damian subtly nods from his position at your side. He tried to look timid and shy away from his father's gaze. You pulled him closer to you and narrowed your eyes at Bruce. You were angry at the way everyone here disregards, and, even in some cases dislike, Damian.

You were taking Damian with you. Now that you see Bruce, his own father, almost glare at him, you were pissed. He deserves a loving home! Sure, he's older, but he's still a child and needs a warm home.

"How soon can we leave?"

You ask. The sooner you bring him to your home, the sooner you can show how capable and caring you'd be towards him.

"We can leave as soon as we pack. I have a plane."

You looked at Tim, who was slumped on you fully now and seemingly in a deep sleep. You smile softly at the sleeping man. The others watched as you carefully lift Tim up like one would a kitten. It looked so effortless. As if Tim weighed nothing to you, which he very well might not. You admit softly,

"I don't want to wake him."

The family looked confused. They would have to for Tim to properly pack. Alfred offered,

"I could always pack master Tim's belongings."

Your expression brightened at the elderly gentleman, shifting Tim to hold him one-handed to kiss both of Alfred's cheeks.

"¡Gracias! (Thank you!)"

You gaze turned to Tim as you softly say,

"Tengo la sensación de que no duerme lo suficiente." (I have a feeling you don't get enough sleep)."

You shook Alfred's hand with a grin. Alfred smiled fondly at you. He liked you already. Bruce better keep you around because he'd drag you back if he must.

The family watched the scene wearily. They weren't sure how to feel about you yet. The siblings, Bruce wants to keep you close, and Jason is still sceptical. Jason wants very little to do with you. You're hard not to love, but he's still distrustful.

You seem to be the life of the family already, nonetheless. You follow Alfred happily to help him in his task, leaving the room and chatting with the man.

Bruce spoke first.

"We are going to use Damian as the method for testing on our newest hero and gain any information we can get."

Damian seemed startled slightly. He nodded in acceptance all the same, but he was going to drag his feet throughout the whole process.

"Tell me what you want me to test."

[spooky-bunnys]

This one is random

So muto x (rich) reader

Muto is hanging out with some friends and they notice that his clothes are of expensive brands and they why he’s wearing that and muto replies with “my boyfriend surprised me with a new wardrobe and he was really excited to give me it that I couldn’t say no” and it’s muto and the reader anniversary and while muto gets the reader flowers, snacks and some a card for the reader (and feels bad cause he’d barely consider those three items as a meaningful gift). The reader just pulls out like these expensive yet meaningful presents and when muto gives the reader the items thinking less cause of what the reader got him the reader is looks at the gift and is like “awww muto you shouldn’t have this is sooo sweet i love it”

Sorry this took me so long, a lot is going on in my life right now. Hope you enjoy!

Muto sighed as he hug up...another disgner shirt. Don't get him wrong he loves his boyfriend, he just wishes he wouldn't spend so much money on him. Especially since (Name) decided to buy him a new wardrobe.

Muto checked the time and grimaced. He had a gang hang out in about 10 minutes. He quickly changed and grabbed his keys and wallet, before quickly making his way outside.

While walking to the meet up, Muto was texting (Name). Talking about their date later, and how he was happy they were together for so long. Today was their 8 month anniversary, and (Name) got them a table at his family's restaurant.

When Muto arrived he saw the S-62 gang all standing around. He huffed seeing Shion arguing with Rindou, probably about something stupid. Muto raised his hand a gave a short wave, announcing his presence.

He got a nod in return, before joining them. They started walking around, cracking jokes and beating other gangs. Until Ran stopped him, before motioning to his outfit. "Mucho, not that I'm complaining but, what with the new look."

The others stopped too, staring at him noticing the new "nicer" clothing he's wearing. Muto sighs and rubbed the back of his neck. "My boyfriend surprised me with a wardrobe change. I wanted to decline but, he looked so excited and I just couldn't say no."

He sighed looking away. He's always been weak to his boyfriend. Especially the adorable smile and laugh. The others notice the soft smile on his face. Izana rolled his eyes and groaned. "Alright we get it. You're gay and love your boyfriend."

Muto whips his head around, giving Izana a heated glare. "And is that a problem?" He practically growled. The others freeze and pale. They've never seen him so angry. Izana shakes his head. "As long as he doesn't distract you from doin what you need to do."

Kakucho grabs Izana's shoulder and squeezed. "What he means to say", Kakucho squeezed Izana's shoulder tighter. "Is that, he's happy for you." Izana doesn't say anything. He's too busy trying to escape Kakucho's grip.

The others stare at the trio. Too nervous to say or do anything. Muto looks down at his phone noticing the time. "Shit-" he quickly puts his phone away. He looks around, noticing a store and quickly made his way over to it.

Shion goes to say something, but Mochi just covers his mouth. Shaking his head as if saying to not ask. When Muto exits the store, he's got a bouquet of (flowers) and a box of (candy). Along with a card, he quickly makes his way to his car. Ignoring the states on his back until he's settled in his car.

He waved at them and drives away, leaving the S-62's staring at his leaving car. They stare in disbelief. "Did that assume seriously just drive off, leaving us alone?!" Shion growls and stomped his foot. The Haitani brothers roll their eyes. Rindou makes a hand gesture to the building behind them.

"1. He grabbed flowers and candy, 2. He raced off after seeing the time. So that could only mean; he has a date and is running late, or it's his anniversary and he's running late." Ran whistles. "Either way, he's late. Hopefully his boyfriend won't be upset."

~

(Name) sighed looking at the time on his phone once more. His boyfriend is late, on today of all days. (Name) took another drink of his (drink), and looked out the window. He had asked his parents to save this exact table for tonight.

He looked down in his lap, where a box laid. Inside the box was a necklace, one that matched his own. Along with a new phone. He knows Muto needs one, since his parents refuse to buy him a new one. But the most meaningful gift, was a set of keys.

(Name) knows how much Muto's bike means to him. He also knows that Muto recently had issues with his bike. So (Name) had it fixed, by his family's personal mechanic. Now the bike was as good as new. A few more minutes passed by, before the door opened.

Showing a panting Muto, who upon seeing the sad look on (Name)'s face, felt extremely guilty. He made his way over, kissing his boyfriends temple before taking a seat. "Happy Anniversary (Name)." (Name) gave him a bright smile, placing a box on the table.

He slowly pushed the box towards Muto, and motioned for him to open the box. When opened Muto felt his heart swell. He carefully pulled out the necklace, slowly looking to the one (Name) was wearing. His face softened, he had once complimented the necklace. Since (Name) worse it so much.

Next he pulled out a phone. He chuckled, knowing the reason for the phone. "Thank you (Name). My parents mentioned this morning, about me getting a job for my new phone and to fix my-" he looked at the box confused. What was his keys doing in the box?

Muto gave his boyfriend a confused look, in return he was giving a wide grin. (Name) spoke excitedly about how he had the (Last Name) mechanic, fix his bike and how it ran like new. Muto smiled widely at his boyfriend. But then his smile fell. While (Name) always got him expensive and meaningful gifts...

He looked down at the (candy), (flowers), and the card. He couldn't afford getting (Name) such meaningful gifts. He slowly handed them to (Name) who gasped happily. "Muto you remembered my favorite flowers!" (Name) smelled the flowers before seeing (candy).

He looked at Muto happily. "You even remembered how I'm allergic to chocolate!" Then finally he saw the card. (Name) opened it slowly. Seeing how Muto expressed, how he was so happy being with him. (Name) quickly got up and ran around to the other side of the table.

Muto looked surprised. He didn't think (Name) would be so happy about his gifts. (Name) quickly gave him a tight hug, covering his face in kisses. Muto smiled softly and wrapped an arm around him. Carefully pulling (Name) isn't his lap.

"While I'm happy you like your gifts, I'm sorry they're not too good quality." (Name) gave his boyfriend a stern look and pulled his face close. "Yasuhiro Muto, I love the gifts because you actually put thought into them. I could care less about the costs. It's the meaning that matters."

He kissed his lips softly. "Besides I'd love anything from you." Muto pulled him closer giving him, a deeper much more passionate kiss. When they pulled away he placed his forehead on (Name)'s shoulder and sighed. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

(Name) giggled, rubbing his back. "That should be my line."

[prettyoddfever]

Tumblr glitched while I was trying to answer this, but thankfully I took a screenshot of everything before refreshing because I legit cannot find that draft or question anywhere now, sorry. So here we go again...

I'll link to the post here. (btw any annoyance that might seep into my tone in my recent answers is NOT directed at the actual people asking... y'all are lovely). So that post is done in a very similar tone to the Ryden primers that the pre-split fandom posted, but I'm getting the sense that this is very very different... like that person seems to actually believe the content that they're posting is straight up facts (and even if they don't, the fact that you're referring to it as "infamous" probably implies that other people are at least treating it as real facts, so I'm still going to address it like the tone is serious). Here's an explanation of how the majority of the fandom used to view Ryden.

A lot of their pictures no longer show up, so I'm going to leave a wayback screen recording here for reference:

I'll just comment as I go through it if I have something to add:

I suppose that the tone of someone's comments is open to interpretation, so idc as much about whether those are misread or not.

That supposed AIM convo was shared as a myspace bulletin by Brent's brother Blake during the summer 2006 season when he was trying to stir up shit and was busy posting other inaccurate info too. I'm just saying to take it with a grain of salt. 

Ryan’s lj post on 9/27/05 was about the release of AFYCSO that day. He talked a lot in interviews that season about how it was weird for him to see so many fans singing his lyrics back to him.

uhh most of the pictures that this person lists "from this era" of 2004/2005 are actually from 2006. so they definitely know what they're talking about here lol.

they list one of Ryan's livejournal posts and then say "I'm not sure of the exact date, but I know it was some time in 06." It was from June 24, 2006. 

lol Audrey.

re: the Myrtle Beach theory

why is the part where Ryan called Brendon a golden god in late 2006 any different than when Brendon said this about Spencer that same season?

re: the 2006 mic-sharing & stage gay

fans would positively scream when Ryan & Brendon approached each other, especially in the last half of 2006. this moment in Munich in October 2006 seemed no different... the guys absolutely knew what they were doing.

the VMA performance just seemed like Ryan was still using Brendon as a safe space to look at so he wouldn't stare at his feet or guitar, but that is still very much something you could turn into a Ryden thing so carry on haha.

about the Rolling Stone interview

I'm laughing at the "squint a little harder" comment about finding Ryden content in 2008. That is so accurate. 

re: Dylan's myspace (yes, Keltie ran a myspace for Hobo that anyone could grab pics from).

Ryan absolutely sounds like he's saying dude... also that would be normal.

the picture of the bracelet is normal

I'm just going to link to this post since it addresses many similar inaccurate points about early 2009.

I was about to side eye them so hard for posting the Lana Jade letter as real, but at least they added that she made multiple posts explaining that it wasn't her. And yes, obviously Brendon's best friend was Shane (not Ryan).

omg Ryan's tattoos are not about Brendon. Those are Tom Waits lyrics. Ryan was good friends with Thomas Dutton. About a year before getting the tattoos, Ryan was hanging out with him on tour in the UK and later told Kerrang that “a friend of mine in Forgive Durden turned me on to Tom Waits when we were in the UK… I’ve been listening to him ever since. His voice is so rough and dark. I’d never really heard anything like that.”

the sharing beds idea was misunderstood in the Billboard interview... all 4 guys slept on bunkbeds in the same room when they were recording AFYCSO. That's what Brendon's referring to.

re: the Bishop Gorman tshirt… Ryan was hardly that size in high school. But Brent went to Bishop Gorman too (and so did Paulina, who was also friends with Brendon). Brendon did borrow some of Brent’s stuff in 2004/2005 (like money for food while they were first touring). Just saying… it's def interesting, but it’s not an automatic Ryden connection.

I didn't read Spencer's tone in that out.com interview the same way... there's some relevant bits in this post.

about the red shirt

here's my general tag for Ryden stuff

[ceasarslegion]

Uncle story?

Oh boy!

So the first thing i need to say about my uncle is that he is an idiot. Terminally stupid and also the most self-righteous bastard I've ever met. Truly deadly combo.

I must also start by clarifying that this is not the same openly gay uncle who is a Scottish lord and ran for mayor of a small Saskatchewan town because he was bored and won and then showed up to all the official things in a top hat. That is technically my great uncle and on my dad's side. We must not smear that uncle's name due to confusing him with my mom's brother who is too stupid to realize how stupid he is and thinks the fact that no one can understand what the fuck he's ever talking about is a sign of intelligence.

So my uncle is openly gay. And he lives in the UK as a dual dutch-canadian citizen. He is engaged to an Israeli man (do not discourse on this post. I mention his nationality to highlight something else I will mention. Just some guy who doesn't even live there is not responsible for a certain conflict going on). He also grew up in Dubai but family went back to Canada for a spell around when he entered high school. He works as a travel agent last time I checked, but he can never hold down a job for more than a few months without getting fired so who knows at this point.

You're with me, yes? Gay, immigrant, fiance from another country, grew up in the gulf?

This motherfucker. Said he would vote for Trump if he were american and that brexit was a good idea. And is anti-immigration. And thinks feminism is cancer. And once tried to convince my mom that men across the UK were being arrested for "stare-rape" which is apparently when you just look at a woman in public and she can then claim you raped her with your eyes. And thinks pride is pedophilic. And thinks bisexuality is just people who want to be special and can't pick a side. And the only person he's still on speaking terms with in my immediate family is my grandma who is just as toxic as he is stupid.

My dad once said, word for word, while a few drags into a blunt: "if I ever see [uncle] again, I'm going to beat the shit out of him for what he said about my son." I don't know what exactly happened to get him kicked out of my parents apartment when they cut ties with him during a visit, but I know it was a screaming match over something to do with me. I had long moved out at that point so I wasn't there to see it. And this is coming from the mouth of the same guy from my red bull and snickers post, my dad is not a violent or scary guy and I've never seen him lay a hand on anybody.

My uncle and I used to be really close when I was a kid because he's a very artistic person, and I was too. We were the two creatives in the family. Also as a queer kid who didn't know he was trans yet I was naturally drawn to queer masculine influences. This fell apart pretty quickly when I started like, growing into my own person instead of a carbon copy of the people around me. He was steadily becoming dumber and dumber to me but it really came to a head in 2016

So trump wins the US election. I am still living in Abu Dhabi at this point and I had just graduated high school in June of that year. My boss is American. She is devastated and says she's going home early that day because she needs a few hours to process what's gonna happen now. At my desk I make a Facebook post saying that if any of the americans I knew refused to vote over your own self-righteous bs that I don't want to talk to you again because you clearly cared more about having the moral high ground than sucking it up for the people who trump will go on to hurt. This post is a big hit among my Arab majority peers.

This goes on without incident. 3 months later my uncle comments a big essay on it sucking trumps dick and saying some pseudo-qanon shit about Hillary Clinton. I respond citing actual sources and hit him where it hurts: Mike pence's then-plan to divert AIDS research funding into conversion therapy.

I go back to work (I am at work when the response happens too). About an hour later my phone buzzes on my desk. I open it to an essay twice the size in my messenger DMs from him crytyping about how I've changed and turned into such a whiny SJW, how I'm no longer the same person i was when I was 11 (damn I hope so), how I'm such a bully now (YOU CAME ONTO *MY* POST 3 MONTHS LATER???), and uh, no word of a lie, that he can't be racist because he dated a black man in high school. I. I never mentioned race in the post or my response to him. He brought that up on his own.

I ended up calling him out on it by replying to his public comment with "hey if you're gonna cry about how you're not racist in my inbox for pages and pages on end like that because someone said you were being stupid at least do it in the same place you were flaunting your idiocy, damn."

We didn't talk for a good couple years after that. And then something came up and we talked again for a bit, I don't remember exactly what anymore but we had to interact in person for it. I was willing to be civil, he started by doing the equivalent of crossing his arms and pouting until I said sorry for how mean I was to such a sensitive little muffin on the internet. Very mature guy I'm related to here isn't he. Insane how he's the uncle and I'm the nephew huh

This lasted for a good 2 weeks. Because the pokemon sun and moon leaks happened and I showed him the character models for red and blue and joked that they looked like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon in Hawaii. Pokemon was one of the few things we could still agree on at this point, so i was trying to bridge a gap with a family member with it. Thinking that he would appreciate the joke as a gay man.

He exploded at me. Like full on screaming exploded at me over that. He yelled about how homophobic I was, that i had no right to call myself queer because I hadn't been sexually assaulted or threatened to be murdered (HE HASNT EITHER??? LIKE HE VERY MUCH HASNT 😭😭😭 also you are making a LOT of assumptions about the life of someone you made NO effort to be a part of despite him giving you every olive branch you could possibly grab), that it was insulting to every gay person in the world to say that the best representation we deserved was pokemon (THATS NOT WHAT I SAID??? Also what's wrong with a gay pokemon character 😭 how is that insulting 😭😭) and that I had no idea what it was like to suffer for my identity. He said this while I was living in a place where queer people got executed for being moral degenerates btw.

Something in me snapped that day and I responded with "oh tell me more about how hard your life was in your dubai villa with an in-ground pool and a hired nanny. I'll truly never suffer as much as you have. Tell me more about how you threw the first brick at stonewall."

My parents had to stop themselves from laughing at that response and steered me out before my uncle could explode even more, and I never talked to him again.

[idontplaytrack]

can you write an aj fic, college au, when r bring her home for the holidays but her parents arent approving of it…and the end can be like r’s cousins or siblings taking r and aj out to a gay bar or something, a mostly happy ending

✧ It’s Not Christmas Without You

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, homophobia, quarrelling, underage drinking mentions, sexual assault mentions

In which reader’s parents do not approve of their relationship so the siblings and cousins make their holidays better by taking them out instead

“So they know I’m coming?”

“Yeah, I told them I was bringing my partner home.”

“They probably think I’m a guy.”

“Yeah, but screw it. If they kick me out, we still have a place to go, baby.” You told her, “We’ll be fine.”

And to be completely honest, you and AJ had discussed this. This visit back home for the holidays was out of courtesy. No matter how they reacted, you’d still be telling them that you’d be moving out. But if they didn’t approve, you’d never be coming home again, ever. You weren’t going to give your parents the upper hand and satisfaction of kicking you out. Never.

Your sister was picking you and AJ up from the airport. And for a little bit of a background on your family, you were the youngest of three. Your older brother, Theo and older sister Patricia were well into their twenties, both married. Patricia had two children— your darling niece and nephew, Aurora and Austin. As for Theo, he’d just gotten hitched on halloween with his boyfriend. That’d be Robin. Wanna make a guess which one of your siblings had a better relationship with your parents?

Patricia did. They were only okay with Theo having a boyfriend (at the time) because he was bi. So to them, that meant that he’d still be able to start a family if he wanted. Boy, did Theo shut them down so quickly. But they were still in denial. So far, Theo was the only one in your family that you were out to. You figured that only he truly understood your fear. But in a matter of minutes, Patricia would know as well.

“y/n!”

Immediately, you spotted Patricia thanks to her distinctive voice over buzzing chatter of the swarm of people in the arrival hall. You rushed up to her, still holding onto AJ’s hand. “Hi, Trishy.” You hugged her back.

“Let me guess, AJ?”

“That’s me.” AJ chuckles lightly, “Were you expecting a guy too?”

“Not exactly.” Your sister admits, “Let me help you with your bag.”

“Explain.” You gasped, looking at her with wide eyes.

“I just don’t really care who you’re dating unless they treat you right. I wasn’t expecting anybody specific.”

“Oh.” You nodded, “Thanks?”

“Let’s go, Theo’s waiting in the car. And your precious niece and nephew are waiting at home.”

Getting into your sister’s car, you sat in the middle seat between AJ and Theo. “Good to finally meet ya and put a face to your name.” Theo commented, “She’s very secretive, this one.”

AJ chuckles. “She had her reasons, which I get. But I have nothing to hide, ask me whatever you want.”

“Oh, no, no.” Theo laughed similarly, “I trust you. She’s happy, she’s safe, she’s clearly so loved by you. I’m not the least bit worried.”

“I am,” You stared at him, “Mom and Dad are one hundred percent expecting AJ to be a guy,”

“Well…she can look the part.” Theo jokes. AJ snorted, “We’ll just leave the bags in your car because we’re almost certain they’ll want her outta there. We’re planning to leave either way. I’m not bi, so they will definitely go off on me.”

“Honey.” Patricia turned her head to look over her shoulder, “We got you. We get it— courtesy visit. Because they’ve been asking and asking, and asking. You’d think after two years of you not coming home, they’d at least start to get the hint, noooo, they’ve been painfully oblivious.”

————

“We’re home.” Theo announces, letting out an inevitable sigh. Aurora and Austin dropped their toys and ran over first, tackling you with a hug. AJ? She stood right behind you. “Hi, auntieeeee.” They squealed. “Hey, goofballs. Wow you guys are so tall.”

They giggle happily. “I’m taller.” Aurora grins.

“Sure are, sweetie.” You chuckle, ruffling with her hair.

“Who is this?” The seven year old girl asked.

“I’m AJ,” She smiled.

“You’re really pretty.” Aurora says. “Are you y/n’s friend?”

“Uh, girlfriend.” You answered honestly.

“Oh. Hello, AJ!” The kid shrugged, pulling Austin away to go play again.

And then, your parents. “Girlfriend, Rory, don’t be silly. I’m sure your aunt’s just kidding.”

“Kidding for what?” You asked, almost a little too harshly.

Your mother’s mouth hung open, “You…watch your mouth.”

“Watch my mouth?” You wanted to scoff so badly, “I’ve graduated from college this year. I don’t need to be treated like a child.”

“This is AJ?” Your dad chimed in.

“Oh, yeah. This is AJ and she’s great.” Theo spoke on your behalf, sensing your anger building up to a close peak.

“So are you bisexual too, like Theo?”

“No, Mom.” You stated, “I’m a lesbian,”

“Oh, God. What have I done?”

You were so ready to leave. It was clear AJ was thinking the same thing. “Nothing. You have done nothing. I have always been this way— nothing has changed and nothing needs to change. Why does it matter to you that I’m in love with a woman?”

“Mommy, why are you all mad at auntie? She didn’t do anything wrong.” Aurora appeared again. Shit, you’d forgotten in the moment that the kids were around. You should’ve just turned and left with AJ.

“Baby, come over here. Let’s get back to our movie, hm?” Ezra, her dad, came up to the foyer soon enough.

“No, gramma’s mad at auntie y/n. That’s not nice of her.”

“I’m gonna go, baby. But I’m okay, I promise.”

“Aw.” The kid sulked. “Whyyy.”

“Aurora, they need to talk— let’s let them finish talking first, okay?”

“Ezra, there’s no use talking to them. They’re so stuck in their narrow minds that only what they think, is correct. We’re leaving after we hand the gifts over to the kids.”

“Okay, dinner’s canceled.” Your mom announces.

“Way ahead of you.” Patricia looks up from her phone. “This family hasn’t felt like a family in years. It’s ridiculous that a child knows better than you two do. Ezra, let’s go. We’re moving the dinner to ours— I’ve already texted the rest of them. You two can stuff yourselves for all I care. y/n’s being very kind to come back here when she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to be back here several years ago.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation, all of you left. You sat in Theo’s car with AJ. While Patricia, Ezra and the kids were in their own. With that, the bunch of you were on your way to Patricia and Ezra’s house. “y/n, AJ. The guesthouse is all yours. Make yourselves at home.” Ezra told you both while Patricia got the kids settled and freshened up.

“Wow, thanks.” You replied, then made your way over to the guesthouse through the backyard.

“Rest of the family’s coming by at 8. We have a few hours, so you guys just…chill.” Patricia eventually poked her head into the front doorway of the guesthouse. You hear Aurora and Austin playing in the pool, squealing.

“Well, can we help any way at all?”

“AJ, relax.” Patricia laughs, “I got this, you two just do whatever you want. Let me worry about the cooking.”

“You wanna go for a swim, then?” You glanced at AJ to ask.

“Sure.” AJ beamed, “Let’s do it.”

The moment you and AJ got inside the pool, Austin sprayed you with the water gun, then AJ became the target. Eventually, it became a little bit of a fight. You let the kids win, just because. They’re kids. It was just a game, everyone had fun. After an hour or so, Aurora and Austin wanted to get back inside so Ezra took them, leaving you and AJ alone.

“Are you okay?” AJ asks, pushing herself up to sit down on the edge of the pool.

“What? Yeah, I am.”

“No, I mean, really.” AJ continues.

“Babe, come on. It’s Christmas eve— I don’t want to talk about it.”

She looks at you, you look at her. AJ wasn’t going to give it up. “I don’t wanna talk about it here.” You stood up and led her back into the guesthouse.

“Me and my parents were very close. Until— okay, remember in high school, junior year? After my volleyball team won a big game.”

“Yeah.” She nods, sitting right before you, “Right before summer.”

“That night, we all got wasted at the hotel and some guy ended up…I dunno. Touching me while I was pretty much blacked out. I woke up to him hovering over me, kissing my neck and just— it was horrifying to have that be the first thing I saw and felt after getting sober from the drinking.”

AJ’s facial expression was indistinguishable, but you continue. “I didn’t known who to tell, so I ended up telling my Mom. Who, told my Dad without my permission. Then, the police showed up at the door, it was a whole mess that week. I know who did it— I always have. The memory started coming back and I knew that guy. But he got away with it. He pleaded not guilty, went to trial. I lost. My parents blamed me for drinking and getting myself into trouble. Since then, everything just kinda spiralled. At the time, Theo and Trish were the only two people in my corner. No one else knew what happened. They’re really just unrelated matters but since that happened, they changed. My parents simply hated me, it’s like they’re disgusted by me. But the drifting apart was pretty gradual so I got used to it. I just hate that they’re that way towards me even though I look at it from their point of view and I get it. But it’s been weighing on my mind, and you deserve to know.”

“Was that why you lived with them senior year?”

“Oh, yeah. Theo already started working and Trish was a senior in college. With both their incomes, they took me out of our parents’ home and let me live with them.” You explained, “It was so much more complicated in my head, but now that that’s out of the way…I just need a few days to forget about that. Work through that, you know? It’s not use being all upset about it now. I don’t want to be caring so much about them that I let them affect my mood when clearly, they couldn’t care less about me.”

“That is just…terrible of them to practically wash their hands off you.” AJ scoffs.

“Baby, don’t get yourself all angry over those two. There’s no point. Let’s just focus on ourselves and those that actually do care.”

“You’re right.” She smooches you on the cheek. “You’ve come a long way and done a lot of work. I’m very proud of you for that. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that. It’s not an easy thing at all to be sharing.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, baby.”

————

Seeing some of your family members clicking with AJ so well, so quickly, it seriously made you so happy— the relief you felt was impeccable. “AJ, will you read me a bedtime story?” Aurora comes running up to AJ— and you.

“Sweetie, they’re watching a movie—”

“It’s alright, Trish.” You assured.

You and AJ shared a look before she smiled and agreed. “Yay!” Aurora exclaimed and dragged the two of you by the hand upstairs to her bedroom.

“Good night, sweetie!” Patricia laughs, as did Ezra.

“Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy!”

A good twenty minutes later, Aurora reluctantly agreed to finally sleep. You walked back downstairs with AJ and were met with Theo immediately suggesting that the few of you should go out for the night. “Come on. We’ve been keeping it PG for the whole evening. Let’s go party it up.” Theo laughs.

“Hey, don’t need to look at me. You guys are adults. No curfew over here.” Patricia bit back a laugh, “Go. Have fun.”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in. Theo cheered quietly, gesturing for his husband Dylan to join you all and leave the house.

The destination? A gay bar. Ever since that night in high school, you were very careful around alcohol. So much so that you flat out didn’t drink alcohol in chaotic settings like these. Not all of them knew why, but they didn’t force you— you had two glasses and that was it.

“Which one of you people wants to take the mic tonight, party people?”

“Let’s go do that. Let’s sing.” You grabbed AJ by the arm, causing her to look at you, laughing.

“Sure.” AJ giggles, looking over to the guys.

“y/n, you know I cannot sing.” Your brother pointed at you, “Dylan— you can.”

“Hell yeah.” Dylan agrees and hopped off the stool, heading for the stage with you and AJ.

“Alright, alright! Here we go. First daring ones of the evening. Dylan, AJ and y/n singing ‘It’s Not Christmas Without You’, everyone!”

“So if you feel it comin'

On this special day

Just trust your heart

'Cause I can't wait to hear you say

That it's Christmas

And the start of something new

Well, it's Christmas

And I hope you'll feel it too

Everyone together, sing

Silver bells and golden rings

But all of it means nothing

Without you

No, no no

It's not Christmas (Christmas)

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas

Without you, you, you

It's not Christmas without you”

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The door to the instrument room creaks open.

"Ode..?"

Ode looks up from their chaisse, leg extended in a makeshift splint. The fall from earlier bent the wood in an odd way, yet somehow didn't break it fully.

"I was wondering to where you ran off, Vaga. Do come in."

He hesitantly does, looking around at the instruments still strewn across the ground. "Where's my brother?" He asks.

"Nova went to the village to obtain more wood glue and wrapping. He suspects our residential doctor may not have such supplies... and I am not yet comfortable allowing him to assist me physically."

"That makes sense... let me help." Vaga goes to the nearest instrument, a cello, and carefully puts it back in its stand.

"I thank you sincerely, Vaga. Your help is much appreciated."

"Yeah... of course."

For a long while, there is a comfortable silence as Vaga continues picking up instruments and putting them back in place. At least, comfortable for Ode.

Vaga's heart pounds in his palms as he grips the instruments to set them in place. The guilt of earlier with Nathan eats away at his thoughts as the lack of understanding as to why he's so fearful about their relationship uneases him further. Something, just something about telling people, it feels so taboo, so unsafe for him, so vulnerable that someone would be bound to take advantage of it.

.... but no one here is like that. Not one soul. Not even Slyn. Vaga keeps thinking that to himself, over and over, yet it fails to calm his anxiety. Something, just something, keeps him from feeling safe revealing the relationship... or, moreso, revealing his own self.

He doesn't feel like he's supposed to be like this. He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

As the last of the instruments are picked up, Vaga's eyes drift to Ode. They have either been watching him or staring down at their leg without any hint of emotion. They're the least of his worries when it comes to these secrets.... he knows they will always be supportive of him no matter what, even if their tone towards him may appear cold. No teasing, no questions, no jokes... just serious, genuine support.

Vaga bites his tongue as he lifts the last bass onto its stand. Ode half smiles, a curve in their lips he's grown to learn is simple gratitude and approval. His heart starts to race as they sit straight up.

"I must applaud you for your efforts, Vaga," they start. "I do heavily appreciate your care in handling my instruments, and I also applaud your diligence and swift nature in tidying. Your help is greatly appreciated, and I most sincerely thank you.. I will find a way to commend your help, if you so desi-"

"Ode I have something to say."

Vaga almost clamps his hands over his mouth as the words slip out. He didn't mean to interrupt them whatsoever, it was an impulse choice he immediately regrets. Regardless, Ode tilts their head slightly as their smile fades into curiousity.

"... oh? And what might that be, Vaga?"

He tries to speak, to get just something out.... of course, now, the words cling to his throat and refuse to be heard. He tries to force them out, as quiet as they may be from fear.

"I..... ... I'm.... I... don't think I like girls..."

"Please raise your voice some."

"I'm gay, Ode. I... don't like girls. I'm gay."

He says it with head hung low, eyes glued to his feet as he holds his body so tense it almost hurts. His palms grow clammy as he hears the words echo in the room, like the walls are mocking him.

Ode evidently was expecting more. "Did you believe me to not have known?" they ask. "I have known you since you were 12, Vaga, it would be incredibly dense of me to not at least suspect it. I hope you have not forgotten that I am also gay, as you act as though I will shun you like hateful priests and preachers for who you love."

Vaga struggles to respond beyond a hushed "I know, but...."

Ode inspects their strings slightly, almost in a bored sense. "You are afraid to admit you like men to me. I may not like men, but I do not dislike those who do. You act afraid, as though I will judge you for it.... you do realize I am arguably the least cisgender, least heterosexual person in this kingdom, yes? Where is my place to judge you?"

Once again, Vaga fails to respond as Ode continues a little.

"To be quite perfectly honest, I believe the only one who may be less so than I, or at least less cisgender, is Nathan."

He feels his muscles tighten and breathing hitch. Should I tell them..? He wonders to himself. Would he care if I told only Ode, even though I'm the one who's wanted to keep this so long? He wouldn't be mad if I told them without him here, right...?

".... you are tense."

".... um."

A hint of interest brightens Ode's face. "Are you and Nathan together.??"

Vaga tries to deny it but finds himself unable to. They would be able to see right through the lie regardless... plus, he feels worse saying they're not together than anything. Logically, it's really not something to be ashamed of whatsoever and he knows it. He feels terribly guilty for the shame he can't seem to shake.

Vaga's nod is so miniscule it's nearly impossible to see. ".... please don't tell anyone. Or... tell him I told you."

Once again, Ode finds themselves in a state of confusion. "I assume he does not wish for anyone to know?"

"No, it's me who doesn't want others to know... I don't think he minds very much if others know..."

"So it is you who wishes to keep the secret," they confirm.

"Mhm..."

Ode stares at Vaga across the room for a bit before carefully moving their legs off the chaise, opening the other end.

"Come, Vaga. Sit with me."

Vaga reluctantly walks over and sits. He's had so many lectures and lessons on this chaise in this exact spot that he already knows he'll be there for a while.

Ode places their hands in their lap, sitting high and attentive as they think of how to ask their questions.

"... I do not... believe I understand you," they start. "I do not believe I understand your current situations and actions. You appear very reluctant to speak of these matters as a whole, even with I, although I have attempted to establish myself throughout the years as a safe individual to speak about such matters to."

"...."

"Nathan is okay, or more okay than you, with revealing your relationship. Yes?"

Vaga nods.

"Then it is only by your wishes to keep it secret, both your relationship and your sexuality. Yes?"

Another nod.

"Why is that? The quantity of those who are not heterosexual or cisgender far exceeds the quantity of those who are. You do not have much to gain from hiding such minor facts from us."

"It's not minor to me...."

Ode waves it off slightly. "Regardless, I fail to see your logic. You are acting afraid, as if something terrible will occur due to your admittance, and I am only possibly a safe person to tell.

"If you cannot explain, you are not required. But I would like to better understand where it is coming from so I may help you more."

Vaga finds himself eyeing the ground again as he tries to explain his thought process and emotions.... so, so, so much easier said than done.

"... I guess I am afraid, yeah...."

"Of what, exactly?"

"I don't know.?! Being... teased, I guess?" Vaga shrugs a little. It's a weak answer, but it also isn't entirely false, knowing how his brother is. Teasing is certainly something he wants to avoid, from anyone he can.

Ode also seems a little unsatisfied with that answer. Once again, they expected more. "Those of the kingdom are very understanding of boundaries and not crossing them, I have no doubt you would be able to set some in place with everyone. Yes, even Nova. I will be willing to enforce that as well, if you feel better about such."

Vaga nods slightly, hands clasped tight and far in front of him. ".. yes, please... that'd be nice, I guess..." He mumbles.

".... it is not only about the teasing, is it?"

Vaga shakes his head. A familiar lump starts to grow in his throat, which he swallows back... it's a feeling he knows far too well, one that occurs much more than he cares to admit.

"... are you truly afraid to come out?" Ode asks, almost disbelieving.

".... a little..." He means much more than just a little.

"... forgive me for asking, but... of what??? What are you afraid of when pertaining to publicly coming out???"

"...... safety?" He squeaks out. He knows that logically makes absolutely no sense, and it's written on Ode's face.

"Does someone here make you fear for your safety? Other than the snake?"

"No, not even him, it's genuinely no one here and.. I don't... know why."

Vaga bites his inner lip. Something about this conversation doesn't even feel safe in it's own right, yet he can't quite identify what it is. Everyone in the kingdom is indeed safe for him, yet he feels as if he needs to speak in hushed whispers and avoid certain things, as if there indeed is someone unsafe lurking, listening to and watching everything.

Ode leans back in their seat, arms crossed. "You are a shy, timid, skittish man, Vaga. But even this fear is not irrational."

"But it's so stupid!" He exclaims. "I don't want to be so afraid, I don't even know why I am, I just feel like if word gets around, someone's gonna find out and I'm gonna be in trouble, and if our relationship goes public, both of us are going to be in danger!!"

Ode blinks in surprise at his sudden burst of emotion. ".. Vaga-"

"No, let me finish because even I don't know what is fucking wrong with me and I'll never have the words to say it!" Vaga interjects. He stares straight ahead as he rants, trying to avoid inevitable tears.

"I love Nathan a ton. He's amazing and understanding and sweet, but any time I think about giving him any kind of affection or compliment in public, it feels so wrong for me! And fuck if I know why, it's like I'm being watched, and it was okay before, but Mirobelle almost walked in on us and I completely panicked and hid under the bed. And when she left and I saw Nathan, he just looked so hurt and confused, and I think he thinks that I feel like I'm ashamed of us, but I'm not, I swear Ode, I'm not ashamed! But he looked so hurt, and now I'm scared he's going to leave me and-"

"LEAVE you???"

Ode's sudden incredulity finally make a Vaga pause and look at them. They're looking at him like he's out of his mind.

"Pardon me for interrupting, but... you believe Nathan is going to leave you... because you want a private relationship???"

... well, when phrased like that, it does sound ridiculous. Vaga feels like shrinking to the size of an ant under Ode's shocked gaze.

"I have essentially raised you for the past eight years of your life, I swear I did not raise you with this kind of insecure outlook on relationships! Do you truly, honest to heavens, believe that is the case? That Nathan will leave you for a desire as small as a private relationship?"

"It's more than-"

"Vaga. Answer the question."

After a long pause, Vaga shakes his head. Nathan wouldn't do that, and he knows it. Ode sighs with mild relief and holds their head a little.

"That is what I thought. You must not let your emotions control your thoughts."

"... I know. I'm sorry."

"An apology is not necessary... what is, however, is to restart. I only require a yes or no answer from you."

Vaga nods, looking upwards.

"Now then... you are afraid. Yes?"

"... yes."

"Of people discovering your relationship."

"Yes."

"Of people discovering you are gay."

".... yes."

"Do you have any possible idea why...?"

Vaga thinks for a long, long, long time.

".... because it feels wrong."

Ode tilts their head curiously, although their expression remains stoic. "Do you feel being gay in general is wrong? Even for others?"

"No, of course not, it just.... feels wrong for me specifically."

Vaga holds his arms tight, face warm with shame as Ode thinks of their next questions.

"Why do you feel it is wrong specifically for you?"

"I don't know... I mean, everything feels wrong for me in general," he replies. "I mean, look at me... way that I dress, way that I act, way that I dance, it's.... none of it feels right. I don't like any of it for me. Being gay... doesn't... fit?

Ode looks Vaga up and down. "You are still wearing the exact same uniform that you have since you first arrived. Seldom have you worn anything other than this, no matter the occasion.... one could argue that the way you dance is a similar scenario. It has changed very little in any way other than skill since you have arrived, even now that everything has changed."

Vaga doesn't reply for some time. They aren't wrong.... neither of those have changed much throughout the years. He's always dressed and performed in a similar way, but he's started to dislike both as he's grown.

"... what are you trying to say, Ode...?"

"You have changed very little in the time you have been here... unfortunately, most of it has been out of your control. However, even now, with our freedom, you remain in this... stereotype. This mold that you do not fit."

Vaga looks down. "I have to be perfect, I guess...." he whispers. "I have to look perfect, I have to act perfect, I have to be perfect... and for me, being gay.. or being openly gay... just doesn't fit that."

Ode nods as they listen. "... perfection in people is subjective. By whoms standards is this perfection..? Are they yours? Who do you desire to please with this... 'perfection'?"

Vaga shrugs a bit. He doesn't like this view of perfection for himself... it doesn't feel quite right.

There's a moment of silence as he tries to come up with a better answer of who he's trying to appeal to... Ode, Nova, Nathan, Samuel, Mirobelle, and most of the other characters are already off the list. He tries to think of people he fears... he never really felt heavily impacted by Slyn, as he never took much interest in Vaga's occupation. He ponders more slightly about anyone else he's known over this time...

The realization hits him like an avalanche.

Hexe.

"... you have realized something," Ode notes as they observe Vaga. The confusion has dissipated from his expression, melting into nothing but a cold chill of dread down his spine.

"... you'll laugh."

"Never."

"You'll think it's stupid."

"It cannot be, if it invokes such fear within you, who or what could possibly-"

They stop in the middle of their sentence, realization dawning on their face. Vaga hangs his head as the pieces fall into place and he watches Ode's expression gain a tense, fearful edge as well.

"... It is her.... is it not?" They finally whisper.

"I told you it was stupid..."

"Stupid? Vaga, in what possible way could your fear of her be 'stupid'???"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because she's fucking dead???"

Vaga hugs his knees close with one arm and holds his head with the other, a few incredulous laughs escaping him.

"She's gone, and we all know it. We're safe! We never have to deal with her again, except I do, because it still feels like she's here somehow! You saw what she did to Samuel and Alex, and she threatened to do the exact same thing to me if I let myself be gay as well!

"All of this- the outfits, the dancing, everything that I'm trying to be to other people- it's because I'm terrified of her! Ode, it doesn't feel like she's gone- I keep feeling watched and listened to, like her spirit or something is haunting me, and I'm so stupidly scared of her even now that it's stopping me from doing or being what I really want- but, hell, I don't even know what I want to be! I don't know anything about myself!!!"

He grips his hair, choking on pained laughter. "Everyone's been healing, Ode, and being themselves. The only thing I've done to start healing is finally start dating someone I like but I can't even be a good boyfriend to him in public because I'm afraid of a homophobic, abuser who's dead!!"

"Isn't that just pathetic, Ode?! Being afraid of someone who can't ever hurt me again and letting it take over my life... that's ridiculous, right? Come on Ode, tell me I'm being irrational, tell me this is stupid!" He pleads, looking up at Ode.

The older's face is nothing but a pained, shocked pity. Vaga finally feels the tears breach his eyes, streaks of warmth pooling down his cheeks.

He lowers his head, choking back sobs and gripping his knees as droplets soak into tights. Resentment and humiliation cloud his mind, and he can't decide if he blames himself or Hexe more. It feels so ridiculous to be so heavily affected by someone with no possible way to hurt him anymore.

After a few moments, Vaga feels two hands gently placed on his shoulders. He tilts his tear-stained face up to Ode.

"It is not stupid," they calmly say. "It is not irrational. It is not ridiculous. And it is not pathetic."

"... b-but she isn't even here anymore-"

"That does not change the matter. It is not stupid."

Ode reaches to the table behind Vaga and grabs a handkerchief. They offer it to him, which he takes and wipes his face.

"Abuse causes many, many complications in the mind.. especially abuse of the likes of her. You were controlled by fear... that in itself not something one may be freed of simply due to their abuser being absent or unable to harm, especially not fear built up over years. This is not an uncommon issue for such victims."

Vaga continues to listen in silence as Ode looks up at the ceiling.

"To be quite honest, I do sometimes also forget we are free. I had expected this, when she was killed... just because they are gone, does not mean it will feel like it. Some abuse will... affect one for the entirety of their life. It can completely change a person and their way of thinking... or scare them into never changing. That is simply the nature of abuse."

"And... that's normal?" Vaga squeaks.

"It can be. There is never any true normality with abuse, as it varies heavily between different people, and the reactions and effects of it do as well. The only true normal part is that it is unpredictable."

Ode looks back down at Vaga, who's mostly collected himself at this point.

"You are a fearful man, Vaga. It is a fact. You are fearful and nervous, and she had played on that aspect of you for years upon years. Your desperation for security and safety has been long associated with you trying to fit in this impossible mold she made for you... and you are trying to fit into it, despite the fact it is not you.

"You dress in clothes you dislike. You force yourself to eat little to maintain your physique. You dance endlessly and tirelessly, devoted to an art you have started to grow weary of. None of it is you, and it continues to make you feel as such."

"... and... it's not stupid...?"

Ode shakes their head. "Never are the remnants of trauma and abuse stupid. Never."

Vaga is quiet for a moment, looking down at the handkerchief.

"... you know a lot about this," he eventually whispers.

"..... it is not my first time subject to similar manipulation and abuse. I suspect the only reason I am faring well after her is because I have some knowledge on coping... at least for myself."

"Does it help you be less afraid...?"

They nod. "It does help. Not entirely, but it does."

"Does it help you feel safe..?"

"Safer. Not safe... that comes from the people whom I surround myself. I may only do so much to make myself feel safe."

Vaga thinks for a bit.

".... what do I do? I don't want to be afraid. I don't want to be a shy, insecure, scared crybaby anymore.. I want to feel safe. Can you tell me what I can do to feel safer?"

There's a pause of silence, as Ode folds their hands in their lap again.

"... to start, do not call yourself that. You are what you believe. If you wish to not be a 'shy, insecure, scared crybaby', do not describe yourself as such."

Vaga nods.

"Good. That being said..." Ode smiles warmly. It's one of their more rare, lively kind of grins, without much suppressed emotion. "I will gladly show you. I do not want you to be afraid either. Shall you listen?"

Vaga feels a smile tug at his lips as he nods again.

"I'm listening."

"It is about the change as a whole. As stated, you have not changed very much from the time she has been here until now.... without the change, you will hold onto the same mindset.

"It will feel awkward. And yes, it will perhaps be scary to start. But I do confirm... if you are able to change yourself- your clothes, your habits, your day-to-day activities... your mind will reflect it as such. If you change yourself, you will also change your mindset. Do you understand?"

Vaga once again nods.

"..... what do you think I can start with?"

"Well, what would you wish to change first? We shall start there. It will be a slow process."

Vaga glances down at himself before looking back up at Ode. "... I think my clothes, heheh. I don't have really anything else to wear, though... and Alex is already busy as it is."

Ode ponders on the matter for a moment before they seem to get an idea.

".... Vaga. Would you be so kind as to assist me in standing and walking, please?"

Vaga tilts his head, but nods and stands, helping Ode stands on one leg. Their other, injured leg hangs a little limp, but otherwise they manage to hobble along side him. Vaga keeps their arm around him, avoiding any contact with their torso or waist.

"Where are we going...?" He asks.

Ode simply responds, "To my room. I may have something that may be of use to you."

The two travel upstairs, and go imto their room. Vaga always finds himself in awe at how spacious yet empty the room really is, with minimal vintage furniture and even less color. Dancing in this room would feel like a dream

Ode guides them to their closet and sifts through the many white shirts hug along the rack. Vaga can't help but peek inside, awed by their clothing style and various items he wouldn't have expected. He notices a small bookshelf with various music binders, all black. Sitting on the bookshelf is a porcelain dress, clad in a black dress and missing an eye. He swallows back anything he wants to ask about either.

Ode finally hands him a shirt... it's shockingly small compared to them, but still their style: stark white, mismatched bell and bishop sleeves, and a jabot pinned by a single red, round gem. Vaga's eyes widen in awe.... it looks as if it might fit him.

"This had unfortunately shrunk while being washed a mere few months ago.... I had planned to see if one of the smaller residents would be interested, however I have suspicion it may be given to you."

Vaga takes the shirt and feels the material between his fingers... it's shockingly soft and not as stiff as he'd imagine.

"... c... can I try it on? Please?" He asks, trying to not get excited so soon. Ode motions to an opaque divider in one corner of the room with a smile and small nod, and Vaga almost runs over, but not before helping Ode sit on the bed.

Vaga smiles. He actually like how he looks for once.

He quickly takes off his sleeves and leotard, leaving only his tights as he slips the shirt on. It's still a little big, and would look even more ridiculous if he tried to tuck it into the waistband of his tights... but staring into the mirror in the corner, Vaga can't peel his eyes away. He smooths the fabric down his front torso, where the chest window in his leotard once caused much discomfort with cold air on the exposed skin... there's no skin this time, however; only fabric under the jabot.

Ode's smile grows as the redhead exits the changing corner.

"There will need to be adjustments made.... however, they are minimal. Judging your smile, I conclude you like it."

Vaga nods eagerly. "I really, really do... it feels way better than the leotard."

"I suspected as such... they look relatively uncomfortable to begin with, if I am honest. "

Vaga nods in agreement. Now that he's wearing this, he never wants to wear his normal uniform again.

"Now," Ode suddenly states seriously. "This is only a part of the change that one must make. I would heavily, heavily advise you speak to Nathan as well. He deserves to know of your fear and reasonings for keeping your relationship and self private... it will also be part of your own change, to directly tell him why you are afraid. understand?"

"Yes Ode."

"Good. You may feel better with these clothes now, but change and breaking away from your former self is a difficult trial. Do not expect your change as a whole to appear overnight. To heal from trauma and abuse is a long journey, one that may never be fully accomplished. Some aspects of yourself you may never be able to change because of her. That is alright. Change is important, but you cannot change everything. Understood?"

"Yes Ode."

Ode crosses their arms. "When shall you speak to Nathan?"

".... tonight or tomorrow, I think. I'm going to spend the rest of the daylight alone thinking about this."

"If you insist- do as you please, whatever it may be."

Vaga nods.... he thinks about what he wants to do. Dance? No, not really. Practice? Definitely not.

.... study. Yeah, I want to do that.

"Yes Ode."

Ode smiles brightly.

"I am very, very proud of you, Vaga. You have learned lots today. I shall assist however I may as you heal.... I suspect this is a good start for you, however."

"Thank you, Ode.... thank you so, so, so, so, so, so much, I really can't... just... thank you!"

Ode chuckles ever so slightly. "You do not need to thank me.... but I am pleased I could assist. Is there anything else you may need from me?"

Vaga thinks for a moment before something pops into his head. His usual, sheepish gaze returns as he silently and awkwardly opens his arms, expecting some kind of rejection.

Ode pauses for a few seconds, staring at him.... before nodding and opening their arms as well. Vaga moves into their arms, hugging them tight. It's odd for a moment, given they're both not quite used to this, much less being hugged with Ode's semi-new body.... but neither of their smiles drop.

There's only gratitude, safety, security, and understanding between the two for a long, long time.

When Vaga finally pulls away, he's smiling more than Ode remembers him ever having smiled before. He bows slightly, in the same fashion they do, before grabbing his normal clothes, turning and running out the door, letting it shut behind him.

Ode listens as Vaga's footsteps fade down the hall, followed by the skitter of him running down the stairs. They sigh with a smile.... something about the way his face lit up when wearing clothes of their style, it was far more than they expected from him.

... come to think of it, they aren't quite sure exactly what his genuine style even is. All they know is something less feminine than what he's been wearing before.

"... I suppose I still have much to learn about him, even now," they whisper to themselves, standing and hopping back to the closet as best as they can. They sit as carefully as possible in the open doors, gently taking hold of the doll and brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"... did you see? We are helping people," they softly utter with a smile and hug. "We are helping people in the same way we helped ourselves. We are doing for them what we always wanted."

The doll does and says nothing, yet Ode holds it with all the care in the world, like it's such a fragile being in desperate need of care. A lump wells in their throat as they comb the dolls hair with a tiny little brush.

"You are doing amazing here, better than you ever thought. You are helping others to heal, now..... and it is helping you to heal as well. They love and care for your opinion and support... something others have taken for granted. But they do not anymore, not here."

They smile and hug the doll, imagining themselves being hugged in the same manner.

"... we are doing good. All of us. It will be alright, and I can say that surely now. We will be alright."

[nimmie-nugget]

can you write a one shot about mui accidentally consuming edibles from a stranger on the streets and then completely losing his filter and roasting everyone (including yui) 😨

~Muichiro loses his Filter~

Warnings: Muichiro speaks, ooc, roasts aren’t roasting, not proofread

Note: Pfft- 🤣🤣🤣 I had some fun writing this one! These are not rlly roasts but it’s the random shizz that came up in my mind at the time I was writing this I’m sorry 😭😭😭 Enjoy! <3 This has been rotting in my drafts for a while now

Masterlist

Hashira Yuichiro AU

Muichiro=Blue, Yuichiro=Purple

3RD POV

It was currently morning as the Tokito twins just finished their missions. They stopped by a small stand where their was an old man selling treats “Nii-san let’s buy some of those!” Muichiro said pointing at the stand full of treats “We can’t, we need to save our yen for a full meal.” “But Nii-san!!!” He whined as Yuichiro sighed. “Fine, just don’t come asking for my food when your hungry.” He said sternly making sure to raise his tone at the ‘my’ “don’t worry Nii-san! I’d never eat your food because I don’t want you hungry!” Yuichiro gave some yen to his brother as he watched Muichiro run off to the stand, after a few minutes of waiting patiently Muichiro came back. They continued their walk as they were near their destination.

The twins were currently at a ramen shop as Yuichiro gobbled down on his ramen, his brother Muichiro was sleeping and eventually Yuichiro finished his meal. Yuichiro shakes his brother awake as Muichiro stirred awake.

Muichiro blinked as he stared at his brother for a good 10 seconds until he rubbed his eyes. Muichiro groaned and stared at his brother in disgust “Muichiro stop looking at me like that!” Yuichiro said as he bonked Muichiro’s head “stfu you dumb excuse of a human.” “…I’m gonna kill you.” “Tell me what is a donkey ugly bitch ass lookin stupid woman like you gonna do to me?” Yuichiro deadpanned as Muichiro threw the empty bowl of ramen on the ground and suddenly the owner came out that he was gay and proceeded to scold the younger twin.

“do you ever shut up? This is why you get no hoes lmfao, small pp bald ass bitch” Yuichiro’s face dusted with pink because of embarrassment. “You gozzamn useless ass of a manwhore who can’t even get hoes lol lmao so embarrassing” said Muichiro as Yuichiro’s right hand went to grip his brothers left shoulder and he whisper-shouted in Muichiro’s ear “Muichiro! Shut up! Let’s just go back to our estate!” Muichiro immediately whipped his head towards Yuichiro “your telling me that I live with you!? This is ridiculous!” He said stubbornly.

“How can I! I the one and only live with a mint flavoured with some chocolate ice creamed hair!!!! Muichiro grumbled as Yuichiro deadpanned again “we look the same.” Yuichiro said losing his patience. Yuichiro looked towards the owner who was absolutely frozen, Yuichiro took a fistful of his brothers hair and ran towards their estate dragging Muichiro as he flailed around.

The twins arrived to their estate as Yuichiro slammed his brother to the ground knocking him out, Yuichiro let out a sigh and he dragged his brothers body to their room. Yuichiro set up two futons and once again slammed his brothers body onto the futon.

Muichiro POV

I groaned as I woke up, I put my left hand on my head only to be met with a slap. I blinked a few times taking in my surroundings as the first person I see is my brother “Nii-san! Why did you slap me!!!” I whined but I didn’t receive an answer, now looking clearly at Yuichiro’s face. It was an unrecognizable expression “I’M GONNA KILL YOUUUUUUUU” oh…it seems it’s gonna be a long day huh…I mentally embraced myself knowing what’s coming.

Taisho Secrets!

Yuichiro did in fact share his food with his brother 🤗

Yuichiro did not shake his brother awake but instead pulled on Mui’s hair hard enough till Mui woke up😀

Yuichiro is left armless 💪🥰

Yuichiro did not pay for the ramen 😋🍜

Yuichiro killed Muichiro 😱

Yuichiro woke up early to kill Muichiro 🤯

The secrets above all start with Yuichiro 🌫️🗡️

The twins did not bring a lot of money so that explains why Yui was worrying about it-

I don’t think these are even secrets but they are now bcs I said so😎👌

[syngasm]

“ OUTTA TOUCH “

includes ; my goat tenya iida, open relationship kirikami, virgin tenya

pairing : eijirou x kaminari x tenya

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Tenya’s eye twitched, staring blankly forward at the television as Eijirou held Kaminari close, whispering his ear and kissing along his jawline.

To be fair, the four, including Izuku, decided to split an apartment. The three were much closer to each other than Tenya, but the raven hair was suggested when they all pivoted at the point where they didn’t want to pay much for rent. Tenya however seemed to be better off than the other three, or at least much more than they let on.

Eijirou and Kaminari had allowed themselves to be openly affectionate during the morning, Tenya worked hours as a pro hero, following his brother, and Izuku as a teacher, it was usually just them in the house on days Kaminari they both had off, which was contrast to Izuku’s every working weekday, and Tenya’s working as much as possible.

“Hey, Iida!” Eijirou noticed his existence, nudging him on the couch. “Eijirou.” Tenya spoke, his voice coarse. Kaminari watched with careful eyes, lingering amongst their faces.

“So, while Midobro isn’t here, I have a weird..question.” Tenya’s eyes bored over to Eijirou’s face to look at his actual features as he introduced the nature of his question.

He wondered quickly about what he would ask, maybe the question he’d been wondering all day, why is he here? Just in general, what made Izuku ask him to move in with them. Tenya’s lips parted as he noticed Eijirou didn’t seem to be ready to say anything.

“Are you a virgin?”

Tenya blinked, almost frozen in time. “What?” It came out fast, like he had never spoken english before. Kaminari averted his eyes, looking at the TV.

“I won’t judge! Denki wanted to know, really- Ow!” Kaminari slapped his arm, not looking at his face. “You fucking asked me! You said ‘Kami, do you think Iida has a girlfriend?’ and I said ‘Probably not, he never brings anyone around’ and then you said..”

Tenya got lost somewhere in that conversation, did he seem lonely? He didn’t feel lonely, their apartment only had two bedrooms, and he shared his with Izuku. Izuku was a good roommate, he was cleanly and..

No, Tenya, he was getting distracted, he synced back into the conversation. “and then you said ‘Maybe he’s a virgin!’”

Tenya tenses, he missed most of the conversation. He tends to do that nowadays. Eijirou rolls his eyes. “Basically, he asked. Anyways, are you?” Tenya squinted, attempting to remember.

“You can..touch me, y’know.” She said, guiding Tenya’s hand to her chest, to which he pulled away quickly at the sound of the front door opening in his head. No one came in, he worried nonetheless. “Maybe another time!” He then quickly put his hoodie and shoes on, then left.

That was his only even slightly sexual encounter, not counting the girl at the amusement park who strapped in his belt and touched his lower stomach, to which he jerked to for weeks.

Eijirou looked slightly concerned at Tenya, which alerted him that he had zoned out again. “Oh, sorry. I’m a virgin, yes.” He said, really trying to pull back the blush from his cheeks.

“Are you gay?” Kaminari asks, leaning forward and looking up at Tenya.

“Do you like me?” The boy asked, Tenya’s best friend at the time. “Of course I do! You’re my best friend.” He smiled softly as he held his hand. The boy leaned in and kissed Tenya hard. His eyes widened, out of shock, he pushed the boy to the ground, then ran away blushing.

“I don’t know..?” He scratched the back of his neck, never really labeling himself had not paid off like Jirou said.

Eijirou looked over to Denki, it was almost as though they had a conversation wordlessly.

Tenya turned his attention back to the television, and played with his fingers absently.

“Would you fuck us?” Eijirou asks, both his and Denki’s eyes reading over him. “We’re both switches, but as soon as I wanna top, Kami wants to top, and you’re not very busy-“ Kaminari hits Eijirou yet again, making him yelp.

“Basically, we need a submissive. Midoriya is in a relationship with Kats, Sero is a top, and Todoroki is apparently straight?”

Tenya blinks slowly yet again, very slowly comprehending the offer. “What.” he repeated the same as earlier, then as it hit him, his eyes widened. “You both wanna have sex with me?”

Kaminari nods and Eijirou smiles. They weren’t kidding. Tenya’s mouth went dry, he didn’t have much of a reason to say no, so he just nodded.

“Okay.”

Eijirou clasped his hands together. “We got an okay!” Kaminari takes his wrist and walks him to their shared bedroom. “Right now?” Eijirou hums in confirmation as he pushes Tenya’s back.

——

Tenya covered his chest with how Eijirou and Kaminari looked at him in hunger. “Look at him, Eij.” Kaminari grins, running his hands through the raven strands of soft hair. “He’s so pretty.” Eijirou leans down, and kisses along the strong jawline. “Shit, and he’s sweet.”

Kaminari’s eyes travel along the nipping marks that Eijirou left, smiling as he continues to play in his hair. “Iida.. how are you a virgin?”

“I just usually say no.” He says, his hands leaving his pecs and rubbing his arm. “We’re special, Eiji. Now we’ve really gotta make it special for him.” Kaminari lowers his tented boxers, his cock springing free and slapping Tenya’s chin, the light yellow pubes stick out to Tenya’s receptors.

He sways his hips, slapping Tenya’s cheek with his hard length. “You gonna open up for him, Pretty?” Tenya parted his lips as Eijirou egged him on, Eijirou grabbed hold of Kaminari’s length and guided him into his mouth.

“Oh shit, it’s so warm.” Kaminari moans, he tugs on Tenya’s short hair.

Beginning at a slow pace, he thrusts into his mouth. Eijirou stands beside Kaminari, Tenya slowly takes his cock into his hand, stroking it at the same pace Kaminari holds with his mouth.

Eijirou’s whine comes out strangled, Kaminari turns his face to kiss his boyfriend, it’s a sloppy kiss, jyet Tenya can feel his own length twitch at the sight.

“Shit, your mouth, Iida-!” The pace quickens, Kaminari chasing his peak. Eijirou hissed at how quickly Tenya’s hand moved now, taken aback momentarily before rolling his hips into his hand.

Tenya let out an attempted sentence, the vibrations has Kaminari’s eyes rolling back. There’s a moment, a singular moment before Kaminari’s length is spurting cum down his throat.

It’s a loud cry that follows suit, which has Tenya making a mental note of Kaminari’s loud orgasms, as he swallows and makes a sour expression. “Hope you’re ready, Ten-ya.” Eijirou says teasingly, and it makes Tenya question whether he is ready.

——

He, in fact, was not ready.

Eijirou pushed him to the middle of the bed, capturing him in a mating press, which he wasn’t ready for.

Kaminari’s cock flooded his throat yet again as he turned his face to the side so he could use it, which he wasn’t ready for.

Eijirou was vocal, he made sure to tell Tenya exactly how it felt, as Kaminari could only moan i groan as he fucked his throat.

“T-Tenya!”. Eijirou gasped. “F-Fucking swallowing me up, aw fuck!” His hips began to stutter but he showed no signs of stopping. The clap of skin to skin was pornographic, which only spurred Tenya’s cock to dribble with precum even more.

He let out whines around Kaminari’s length, which was more than he usually stretched his mouth to fit. Both boys were abnormally thick, which had Tenya known..

He would’ve still said yes.

“I’m gonna nut in you, gonna fucking nut in your tight little ass.” he growled into Tenya’s ear, just hearing it sent Kaminari over the edge, groaning as he shot down Tenya’s throat.

Kaminari pulled out from his throat, overstimulated. He collapsed beside Tenya. The mating press only deepened, Eijirou took that as an opportunity to connect his lips to Tenya’s, as he bred the boy’s hole full.

——

Eijirou sat up beside Tenya, and just stroked his hair, Kaminari laid on his chest. “Next time, I wanna fuck him.” It’s more to Eijirou than Tenya, who just smiles warmly.

[chaosfairy18]

The shower incident

A little fic inspired by something @bigmack2go told me. Has brief talks about sex regarding a minor (17) but nothing graphic, it is just Skittery freaking out his little brother gets older and mature. Enjoy!

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Skittery loved his little brother. He really did.

Ever since Tumbler had been born when Skittery was four years old, he’d instantly lost all feelings of jealousy over getting a smaller sibling and knew he would protect the little thing with everything he had.

That hadn’t changed now, 17 years later, when Skittery was 21, had two boyfriends – one of which he played in the same soccer team as – and loved them more than he thought he could love someone. Because Tumbler was still mostly his number one priority, next to his mother – not his father, he’d been divorced for a reason.

But as much as he loved him, he was still an older brother and as such it was his duty to embarrass him.

So, when Skittery heard his brother sing in the shower – he didn’t even know he did that, but there was always a first time for something – he didn’t even think before getting his phone out and starting to record it. It wasn’t terrible, Benny at least hit most of the notes, but he’d still send it to Swifty and Bumlets later to laugh about his rendition of various songs from Rocky Horror Picture Show he’d been playing in the background during his shower. He’d not sung in the beginning, but now he was – kind of badly – singing along to “I can make you a man.”

Skittery got closer to the door, snickering quietly to not get too much of it into the recording. He just got into “Hot Patootie – Bless My Soul” when someone inside the bathroom laughed: “You could at least try to hit the notes.”

Someone that was definitely not his brother but instead his brothers ‘best friend’ Kat.

Before really thinking about it, Skittery ran away to his room – door open so he could hear if anything else happened – and tried to not scream because his brother was alone with another boy locked in the bathroom while he was allegedly showering, and they had music on. What were they doing locked up in the bathroom together in the first place??

He didn’t want to entertain the idea that they actually had been showering, he couldn’t take that, but what better alternative was there? He hadn’t even known Benny was gay or bi or- well that he liked other boys at all. And one would think that he’d mention it at some point, especially with how much time he spent around him and Bumlets and Swifty.

And now his little brother was locking himself in the bathroom with his best friend – who Skittery also hadn’t thought he liked men – and covered up whatever they did with music. Tumbler was seventeen, basically a child, so how-

The lock could be heard, and the door of the bathroom opened. “So then see you in two days, right?”

“Yeah, see you then!”

Skittery crept down the hallway, just fast enough to see Kat go down the stairs to leave the house, Tumbler still in front of the bathroom. As his brother was just staring at him, he said: “I’ll uh… go showering now. You done?”

“No, I need to shower.”

“Didn’t you just shower?”, Skittery raised an eyebrow. That had been the whole cover of whatever he had been doing in there after all. And his hair looked a bit wet.

Tumbler grinned, hands fidgeting. “No, Kat showered. I was just- well in. Was wearing clothes though!”

Skittery took a few deep breaths to not scream or punch the wall. For a few moments he thought about questioning this whole thing further, which would probably lead to his brother being annoyed or actually admitting they had made out or done whatever and Skittery wasn’t ready for this kind of confirmation. “Yeah just tell me when you’re done.”, he said and turned around, this time closing his door.

Skittery: I need to bleach my eyes and ears

Bumlets: I’d prefer you didn’t doll. What happened?

Skittery: Heard Tumbler

Locked in the bathroom

With Kat

Swifty: Oh shit

Bumlets: We'll come over

Or do you want to come here?

Fifteen minutes later Skittery stood in front of their apartment – it was really all of theirs, with how often Skittery slept there and stayed there. Bumlets opened and hugged him before leading him to the living room, Skittery not protesting when he just pulled his head down to rest under his chin and pulled him close on the couch. He probably needed it.

“Tell us what happened. If you can.”

Skittery sighed and explained the entire thing to them, Bumlets patting his head all the while.

“You think they were really having shower sex?”

“Swifty-“

“He said he had to shower after, so he couldn’t have been in the shower with him, right?”, said Skittery wanting to believe it to be true.

Swifty shrugged. “Well he still watched Kat shower, probably.”

“Don’t say it like that. And he’s too young for sex in general.”

“How old were you again when you and Blink-“

“Boys.”, Bumlets interrupted. “Maybe less talk about what they did okay? Do you want to talk to him about it? Not what exactly happened, just if he has something with Kat. He knows you wouldn’t judge.”

Skittery hummed, just trying to hide his face more in Bumlets’ neck. “Don’t wanna ask about it. But if I don’t it’ll just happen again because he thinks he got away with it.”

He probably had to either way. No matter what, he’d need to have a shovel talk with Kat if there was something happening. And either force them to leave their door open every time or evacuate the house.

“At least you didn’t get the flirty twin.”, Bumlets joked, referencing how his own little brother had been dating Kit, Kat’s twin, for half a year now. “Flipper was whining a lot about how he wasn’t sure if he meant their playful flirting in drama class because he’s always like that.”

“At least Flipper talked to you about it.”, retorted Skittery. Was he really that untrustworthy? Or didn’t Tumbler feel comfortable with him now?

Swifty took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m sure he trusts you Mica. Might just try to figure it out, you know?”

“But why in the shower?”

“Forget about that for a little while. Why don’t we watch Addams Family and I’ll make you a hot chocolate?”

Skittery a bit wanted to protest that he didn’t need it and it probably wasn’t that bad, but he knew they were just doing it because they loved him and wanted to help. This wasn’t just for him it was also for them and he appreciated that.

They watched movies until they fell asleep, Skittery – at least for a while – forgetting he’d have to have a talk with his brother soon.

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

--

That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

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You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

How would the turtles react, when they realize that they're gay for the male reader?

Hehehe!!OFC!! Tmnt x Male!Reader all different versions

Leonardo

90’s-Once he was done training with Splinter aka.his dad he saw you sitting on a couch in boredom. He asked you out to go on the rooftop parkour. You say yes as he was smiling he walked out of the sewer as he and you sat on the rooftop as he looked at your jawline and your handsome face his heart fluttered and stomach is feeling strange or anxious. His face was red realised…….he is a homosexual.

2003-You always sat down next to him doing his yoga as opened his eyes you were meditating next to him. He stared at you for an hour until he was interrupted by your voice. Oh boy….he walked out as he ate his dinner he was in his bedroom thinking about you. Oh god. He liked a boy.

2007-Ok…..after he was arguing his brother you reassured him and you would talk to him about his comfort. He explained as you hugged his saying that “Your gonnna be ok Leo….you can….do this….your a brother” you lefted the room. After he lied down on the bed…..he realised he was gay.

2012-You sat next to him as he talked about Space heroes and his interest you giggled of how how cute he is talking about his interest as you say “Tell me more!” His were big and he smiled as his face were red he hears you laughing as he stop in mid sentence…..oh my gosh….he is inlove

Bayverse-He was hanging out with his brother as he met when you crying on the rooftop 3 months ago. He walked behind as you flinched he raised his hands up telling he is no harm so he sat down as you explained that you came out to your parents. He comforted you as you hugged him. After meeting his brother,his father and his friends you were always walked in when he is meditating. You greeted him like always as he ate pizza with you. He stared at you until…he is inlove-

Rottmnt-Leo tells a jokes with a red curtain and a light while holding his microphone created from Donnie his brother always groans as you laughed and giggled at his jokes. His eyes were now stars as he tell more jokes as he stops in mid sentence telling the cischet jokes as he stares at you more with your happy face realising……HES GAY!!He ran off after he had a crush on you.

Raph

90’s-He is listening to you talking about your nerdy favourite heroes as he sighs in boredom. He stared at you as you were rambling his were sparkling and he smiled dreamily as you poked his face he flinched as he sits up from his couch and walked away to his bedroom he sat on his bed that he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-Ok so your covered in bruises and blood as he was playfully punched by you as you walked back home he stares at you

2007-He was driving his motorcycle as you raced next to him as you approached him revealing your face to him he looks and stares at you behind his helmet as you tried to talk to him you gave him your phone number as you leaved him…..lovestrucked by you.

2012-He was talking to his pet tortoise bestie Spike you sat next to him staring at Spike as well he looked at your mesmerising face he looked away face flushed as you looked at him in confusion. Mikey tease him that he has a crush. Your ears were covered in headphones which you cannot understand what they were saying. Raph was shouting as he fists rubbing his head like all sibling’s do.

bayverse -He was punching his bag to hard until you arrived seeing if he was hurt while you holding his hand. He stares at it when you put the cream on his scarring bloody knuckles . His eyes widen as you leave the room he realised that he has a crush right now.

Rottmnt-Well….he was playing sport with his brother and you as you cheered for him for his victory. You ran up to hug him as he hugged you too. “Great job Raph you did great out here bud!!”

“W-what pffftt!!No p-problem Y/N!!!I am strong!!”

“Hahahha!OK whatever you say big boy”

“Hahaha!! See ya!!”

His brother were saying like ‘Why is he acting weird around Y/N’ or ‘Did he hit his head?’

He looked at them in confusion as he hit his head and his cheeks were red……UH OH….HES INLOVE WITH YOU!!

Donnie

90’s-You were both at the library reading a books at midnight as you were to focused he stared at you as you snapped your fingernails to his ears? He looked at you with a red face as he continued to read he covered his faces with a book confusing his sexuality……he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-When he invited you at his home known as the sewers you were both talked about interest he was in a trance .He realised he is gay as he sat up quickly causing you to flinch in surprise.

2007-Donnie tries to grab his snack as you tried to steal snack as well…..as you stared at him you apologise as he gave you a snack. Oh boy….he is inlove immediately.

2012-You patted his back telling him that he is cool and ‘great job on your invention keep up the good work!’ as he would admire the words in his head as he falls asleep he woken up realising he had a crush on you.

Bayverse-(I am sorry but Donnie is a trans female non binary in my headcanon but that was before she finds out they are transgender in my headcanon also the reader is trans male) Donnie explain the technology hacks she does as you sat next to them Donnie stared at you as you kept rambling about your interest they looked away as you looked at her in confusion.

Rottmnt-You were both a science rivals competing eachother like always as you two done with the competition. He tried to leave as you held out in handshake of respect he handshake of respect you back as you walked away like a drama queen. He thinks about you as he realises he had a boy crush. Oh what the shell…..this is gonna be so hard.

Mikey

90’s-You were both roller skating as you showed him your skills he does a coolest tricks. You patted his shoulders as you ran up to your friends his eyes were sparkling and he’s smiled. And he stopped realising he is a homo.

2003-He parkour,skating,messing around with you as you laugh at his jokes his heart pumping and….he feel….hungry….stomach ache….? No…..he’s inlove

2007-He watched a movie with you as he looked at your face and accidentally touched hands when getting a popcorn…..after he finished the movie he looked at your peaceful face. Welp congrats!You made him gay!

2012-You were playing Mario kart with him and his brothers as he loose you cheered in victory as you hugged Mikey. You said you are getting your drinks he realised….he’s inlove with his bestie.

Bayverse-He asked you if you could sing as you begin to sing he sigh dreamily and….realisation hits him. He is gay!

Rottmnt-He is an energetic and the youngest in the group you gives compliments to him as he smiles his heart begins beating faster he gasps as he realised he is inlove.

[darksprit06]

Chad and Ethan had been dating for over 8 months now, They have done everything you can think is possible but always thought they were missing something, that was till they meant you. Something about you had both boys on their knees for you, your y/hc and y/ec had them captured by you from the start. You were the brother of Sam and Tara Carpenter, making you the middle kid. You were kind and funny but you also could get angry fast if anyone said something about your sisters, you protected them with your life. That was something else that drew the boys to you, they knew you were gay and open to everyone but they didn’t know if you were single. They would always catch Collin Ryder (receiver on the football team) talking to you or even sometimes openly flirting with you, and you would turn that nasty shade of red. They thought you were blushing but you were embarrassed by the things Collin would say but the two boys didn’t know that.

You had just gotten back from work, dropping your bag on the ground by the door and taking your shoes off there as well. You saw Tara in the kitchen making dinner, you walked up to her and placed a kiss on her head before heading to the table and sitting down “Where is everyone?” You asked her “ Sam is out with Danny, Chad and Ethan are in their dooms, Mindy is out with Ankia and I’m getting ready for a date.” You raised an eyebrow at her “ A date? With whom?” You notice a blush start to form on her face which causes you to smirk “ It’s with this girl I met at a party…her name is Sydney” You smiled at her “ Well I'm happy for you, she better treat you right tho or she is going have to deal with me and Sam” Tara let out laugh “ Your skinny ass fighting? You have no upper arm strength anyways” Tara teased you “ Okay listen here short-stack” You joke back to her, she let out a gasp through a hand on her heart “ Oh you wound me Y/N” She smiled at you “ But thanks for the warning, But I better get going. Chad and Ethan were asking for you earlier but I told them you were at work. Might want to go see what they want” You gave her a questioning look “ Okay…I'll talk to you later. You better tell me everything when you get back though” “ I will, if you are hungry there's a dinner plate in the fridge for you” “Okay thank you” Tara nodded at you before grabbing her bag and keys, walking out the door.

You decided to go check what the boys needed, you walked to the door and put on your shoes, walking out the door. You got in your car and drove over to the doom the boys lived at, once you arrived to lock the car and headed towards the doom rooms. Once he found the one he wanted he knocked on the door, he waited at the door for a while before a panting Chad unlocked the door. Your eyes widen seeing him shirtless, only in boxers and sweating. Chad smiled when he saw you “ Y/N hey, I didn’t think you would be here this soon, to be honest” At the sound of hearing your name, Ethan pulled his boxers up and walked towards the door. Your eyes widened, even more, seeing Ethan in the same state as Chad “-” You couldn’t speak, your two crushes were standing in front of you shirtless, covered in sweat only in their boxers.

You could feel a tightness forming in your jeans that started to hurt as the tightness got…well tighter, you looked at the two boys seeing them smirking at you “ Come in Y/N, we don’t want you just standing in the hallway like an idiot” Before you could respond Ethan dragged you in and closed the door behind you, you turned to look at Chad only to seem him rubbing himself through his boxers. You kept staring but you felt a hand lifting your chin, you made eye contact with Chad “ My eyes are up to him darling” You kept eye contact with him while Chad ran his thumb against your bottom lip “ Is this okay?” Chad asked and you just nodded yes, Chad smoked before sticking his thumb through your lips “ Suck” You moved your tongue around Chad’s thumb, and you moved your head down it before bringing your head back up. 

You kept eye contact with Chad the whole time, you watched as his eyes got darker before looking towards Ethan seeing he was rubbing himself through his boxers as well. Ethan noticed “ On the bed, strip down to your boxers. Don’t go any further than that or there will be punishments” Ethan told you in a raspy voice that caused a shiver to go down your back, you walked to the bed, taking your shirt off as you did. You sat on the bed taking your shoes off before putting your hands on your belt but before you could undo it, Chad stopped you “ Let me” he grabbed a hold of your belt, slowly undoing it keeping eye contact with you. Ethan started to take off his boxers as he slowly walked over to you standing behind Chad, He wrapped his arms around Chad's waist watching as Chad undone your belt and pulled it out of the loops. Ethan undid his arms before getting on his knees and pulling your jeans and boxers down, helping you step out of it standing back up throwing the clothes somewhere in the room.

Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees” Chad instructed you “ Yes sir” You got on the bed, sitting on your knees before dropping to your hands as well “ Doesn’t here look pretty like this?” Ethan questioned Chad, grabbing onto your hair to lift your head “ He sure does Eth, how about we mess up that pretty face of his? Do you want that Y/N? Do you want us to fuck you silly?” “ Yes, yes I do” “ Good boy” Ethan cooed at you. “ Eth, get behind him. Grab the lube, have you ever been stretched out before?” You shook your head no “Throat fucked?” You once again shook your head no “ Eth, we have a fresh one, he hasn’t been touched before haven’t you?” “N-no Daddy” Ethan and Chad lit up at the name, Ethan reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle while Chad took his boxers off and started rubbing himself waiting for Ethan to say you were good.

Ethan stretched you as far as he was able to before deciding it was good “ He is good to go Chad” Chad nodded his head moving up to your face, he rubbed his hand along your face “ Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now and just cuddle and watch movies.” You smiled at the softness in Chad's voice but it was hard to answer when Ethan was rubbing his cock against your ass and Chad rubbing himself “ I'm sure” Chad nodded his head before giving Ethan a look, Ethan nodded back at him before slowly sliding in. 

You tensed up at the feeling but relaxed when you felt Ethan rub his hand along your back “ If you tense up I can’t push in anymore, relax for me and be a good boy” You whimpered at the pet name, you looked up at Chad and saw that his once brown bright eyes were now a dark brown covered with lust. He waits for Ethan to start thrusting into you before moving his cock into your mouth, the boys started to move at the same time. The feeling you were feeling was something you never felt you would feel at any time in your life, it was just too good to be true. The sounds of groaning got your attention, Ethan was groaning behind you, Chad was biting his lip and you were gagging around his length.

“ C-chad I’m almost there. Oh god” “ Same Eth, ah fuck” You were whimpering and gagging at the same time, and your mouth was coved in spit “ C-chad I’m ready” “ Same” Before you could get yourself ready Chad was coming down your throat and Ethan came inside. The boys watched as you swallowed Chad's cum without an issue, Ethan slowly pulled out of you before flopping on his back panting. You collapse into Chad’s arms which causes him to lift you on his waist, the feeling of Chad’s hard length had you wanting more but you were still sore from Ethan. Chad notices “ Not right, not pretty boy, you need to rest. When you wake up we can go again” You nodded your head, laying it on Chad’s shoulder as he walked you to the middle part of the bed. You were in between Ethan and Chad, Your body was facing Ethan, Chad was hugging you behind and Ethan was hugging you from the front.

“ You were such a good boy today, get some sleep” With that you feel a sleep with a smile on your face as you feel the two boys press a kiss onto your head.

[ruth-writes]

What's My Age Again? Chapter 9

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Jamie

My blood ran cold as I saw Omar heading towards me, grinning excitedly. What was he thinking?

“Who’s that?” Noah asked next to me.

For a split second, I considered not knowing. “My friend Omar,” I said.

“He looks kind of gay,” Oliver snorted.

“Wow, what a brilliant observation, Oliver. Thanks,” I snapped, but my stomach churned as Omar got closer, his hands hidden inside the pink cropped sweater I’d thought he only wore at home.

“Yeah, Oliver, shut up,” Noah said, then turned to me. “I’m sure he’s really nice.”

I stared at him quizzically. I’d never understand Noah. “He is,” I said, then turned and started stomping towards my bike. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Omar’s confused look before he followed me. “C’mon, let’s just go,” I said once he was close enough, ignoring his questions. Once I saw him swing his leg over his bike, I sped off, leaving him to trail behind me.

“Is everything okay?” Omar panted once we’d stopped at a red light.

I didn’t look at him. “Did you have to wear that sweater?”

After a pause, he asked, “What do you mean?” He sounded hurt. I’d have to apologize later.

“You know what I mean.” The light turned green and I was off again, not checking to see if he could keep up. I skidded to a stop once we arrived downtown and practically jumped off of my bike, locking it and walking angrily towards Bagel Brothers. We’d been saving up our lunch money the past few days, making sure we each had enough for a bagel with cream cheese.

“Jamie, wait.” Omar ran after me and caught up at the door. “Did your friends say something about me?”

I turned to him. He looked close to tears, biting his lip nervously as we locked eyes. A pang of regret stabbed me in the gut. “It’s nothing,” I replied. “Forget I said anything, okay?”

I could tell he wasn’t done with the subject, but he didn’t bring it back up until we were alone at a table upstairs, him with a sesame bagel and me with an everything one.

He didn’t even touch it before pressing, “What did they say?”

“It doesn’t matter, okay?” I tried again. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

His nostrils flared as he said hotly, “I mean, you should be. You basically just said you were embarrassed of me.”

I sighed, annoyed that he was right. “Oh my god, I’m not embarrassed of you. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What did you mean, then?” he argued.

I stared at my own untouched bagel. Were we really doing this? “Nobody at school knows I’m gay, okay?” I tried to explain. “I can’t have friends who make it obvious.” He’d understand that, wouldn’t he?

He crossed his arms, still glaring at me. “Well, it’s not my fault you didn’t tell me that. You didn’t have to take your problems out on me.”

I gaped at him, a fresh wave of anger coursing through me. “Yeah, well, I’m sorry for assuming you’d have the common sense not to wear something that’ll get us both bullied!”

I’d truly messed up this time. He stared at me as fresh tears spilled from his eyes, then reached up to wipe them away angrily. His voice cracked as he said, “You know, it took me a really long time to get confident enough to wear the stuff I want to. I don’t need friends who are making me feel bad about it. As if enough people don’t do that already.”

I swallowed. “I just don’t get why you’re willingly making yourself a target.”

“Maybe it’s because this is my favorite sweater and I don’t care what other people say about it,” he said defiantly. I couldn’t help but think that if that were true, he wouldn’t be crying. “And if me being myself bothers you, then you don’t have to hang out with me.” He picked up his bagel and moved a few tables away from me, pointedly looking away from me as he bit into it and chewed.

I stared after him. Was he being serious? He’d basically just outed me, and now he was mad? Even if he hadn’t known, he could at least apologize once I’d explained it to him. I took a bit myself, stewing in silence for a few minutes before I dared to look at him again. He was staring at his phone now as he ate, purposefully not looking at me. The sudden fear that I was about to lose my only real friend enveloped me, forcing me to get up and sit down across from him. He didn’t give any indication that he’d noticed me as I chewed the nail on my thumb. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Well, you did,” he said, not setting down his phone.

Guilt seeped into me. “I know. I was scared, okay? I’m not as confident as you are.”

That got his attention. He looked at me somewhat sympathetically before putting his phone in his pocket. “What did they say, anyway?”

“Just that you looked kind of gay,” I admitted. It sounded stupid saying it out loud.

“That’s all? I am gay,” Omar said dismissively, making me feel even worse. “I mean, I get it, but I hear worse every day.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“Yeah. Like you said, I’m kind of asking for it dressing like this.” When he saw my shocked expression, he added, “I’m kidding.”

I wished I could be more like him. “I guess I’m not used to being obvious about it.”

He looked at me uncertainly for a while before he said, “Does this mean you don’t want people at school to know we’re friends? Like, if we have classes together, are you gonna want me to ignore you?”

“What? No!” I said immediately, and he seemed relieved. Had something like that ever happened to him? “I’m really sorry, okay? I was being a jerk. I want to be friends with you.”

He smiled a little. “Okay.”

“Hey, you want to know how one of them defended you?” I asked, hoping to break the tension. “Noah said to shup up, because, and I quote, ‘I’m sure he’s really nice.’” I made air quotes as I said it.

Omar laughed. “You definitely need new friends.”

They technically weren’t my friends. I didn’t even like them, except for maybe Noah. Why did I care so much about them?

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“Are you gonna be weird if we go in the women’s section?” Omar asked as we entered Urban Outfitters.

I forced back my anxiety, not wanting to disappoint him twice in one day. “No.”

“You sure? We don’t have to,” he assured me, even though I could see in his face that he really wanted to.

“No, really. It’s fine,” I promised.

He gave me an excited grin which was definitely worth getting over my nerves for, then dragged me over to a rack of flowy, ankle-length lilac skirts. “What do you think of this?” he asked, holding one out to me.

I had to admit it was pretty beautiful. “Well, it is my favorite color.”

“Really?” He asked curiously. “Specifically lilac, or purple in general?”

“Purple in general, but I like lilac the most,” I explained. Best of all things with actual lilacs on them. I used to have a cream-colored shirt with them on the front, but I’d only worn it once or twice before it had disappeared to the bottom of my closet when Dad noticed it.

“I think it would suit you,” Omar said, and I took a step back. He understood. “Too far?”

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“Don’t be,” he dismissed. “You can just give me advice.”

We picked out two more blouses for Omar and a few bucket hats for me to try on. There was a yellow one with daisies I especially liked, but the green complimented my dark brown hair more.

I was looking at myself in the mirror when Omar called from his changing room, “Do you want to ask if we can have a sleepover this weekend? We could watch a movie, paint our nails, that kind of stuff.”

“What movie?” I asked, even though I already knew my answer would be yes.

“Mean Girls?” he suggested.

“I’ve never seen it,” I admitted.

“What?” he poked his head out from behind the curtain to stare incredulously at me. “Okay, we definitely need to remedy that.”

I laughed. “Okay, I’ll ask.”

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Omar’s parents only felt okay if the sleepover was at their house, which Alex understood and agreed to without a second thought. After finally wrestling his dad’s laptop from the hands of his little sister, we snuggled in his double bed, the movie playing and a huge bowl of freshly popped popcorn between us. Omar kept watching my reaction to his favorite scenes, which was a little unnerving.

“Did you like it?” he asked once the movie was over.

“Yeah, it was funny,” I said.

He seemed disappointed. “Did you like the part where she got hit by a bus?”

I was a bit concerned that that was apparently his favorite part. “I mean, I thought it was kind of random,” I told him honestly.

He adjusted his position, leaning back against the pillows now that he didn’t have to look at the screen anymore. “What movies do you like, then?”

I thought about it. “I like Jennifer’s Body.”

He grinned. “Oh, that movie’s awesome.”

I moved the laptop and empty popcorn bowl to the floor so I could look at him. “Let me guess, you liked the part where she ate people.”

“Not only that,” he defended himself. “Did you know the whole demon thing is like, a metaphor about sexual assault? I watched this youtube video about it.”

“Really?” Maybe I needed to watch the movie again, because I hadn’t even thought of that.

He nodded. “Yeah. Can you hand me the laptop? I’ll show you.” I did, and he went to youtube and typed in rowan ellis jennifers body before turning the screen to show me thirty minute video of a blue-haired girl talking about the movie. It was interesting enough, especially since I’d only ever streamed the movie and didn’t know any of the lore around it’s initial release, but still, I could feel my eyelids growing heavier as we watched it.

I felt Omar nudge me and jerked awake. “Are you even paying attention?” he asked reproachfully.

“What? Sorry,” I said in a daze.

“How are you already tired? It’s not even ten.”

I checked the time on the laptop. 9:34. “Your bed is too comfortable.” He had a much softer mattress than mine, and he’d already put on his soft, thick bedsheets for the winter. They were a pale blue fleece material, and lying under them was like having fluffy clouds as a blanket.

“Do you want to go to sleep?” Omar asked.

“No,” I said, rousing myself. “But let’s do something else.”

Omar had been serious about painting his nails, so we went to the bathroom. I was able to help him with what he called the base on his left hand, but was no use for the intricate gold designs he wanted on top of the light pink color. I loved watching Omar paint. It was mesmerizing how swiftly he drew the perfectly straight lines, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Can you do something cool on my toes?” I asked, figuring no one would see them anyway.

“Sure, what do you want?” he asked.

“I don’t know, just do whatever you want.” He had a lot more of an artistic sense than I did.

He gave me a lilac base and painted tiny purple flowers on top. “You could be a surgeon with these hands,” I observed, impressed.

He smiled, careful not to laugh and mess up. “Don’t say that in front of my parents. Their expectations are high enough as it is.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I don’t know what surgeon means in Spanish, anyway.”

“Cirujano,” he informed me.

I probably wouldn’t remember the word for very long. “Cirujano,” I repeated, and he nodded approvingly. I smiled, proud that my Spanish was getting better. I wanted to be good at one thing, at least.

“Muy bien,” he teased.

I knew what that meant. “How long do I have to sit here until it’s dry?” I asked when he was done.

Omar shrugged. “I usually wait like, five to ten minutes.” He screwed the cap back on the indigo polish awkwardly, taking care not to smudge his nails. It went back in the cabinet, and I felt a small pang of jealousy about how casual he felt in his home, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I asked him.

“Sure,” he replied, sitting down again and blowing on his nails gently.

“Was you being gay ever like… a problem for your parents?” I said it in a hushed voice, not knowing who might be in the hall to overhear us.

It clearly didn’t matter, though, because his tone was normal when he replied, making me cringe a little. “No, not really. I think they’re kind of worried about me getting bullied, but they don’t actually care.”

“I mean, you do get bullied,” I pointed out.

“I don’t know if I’d call it bullying,” he said dismissively. “I get picked on sometimes.” He looked up from his nails. “Why? How did your parents react?”

I averted my gaze. In a tone that indicated that I didn’t want to elaborate, I said, “There’s a reason I live with my brother.”

“Oh, right,” Omar said awkwardly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, and for once, I wasn’t lying.

We were both silent until we decided to go back to his room, me walking awkwardly on my heels. I cringed at how loud my steps were being on the wooden floorboards, but relaxed when his little sister came stomping up the stairs, making about three times the noise I was.

We stayed up past midnight talking. I was still tired when Alex came to pick me up the next morning in a suspiciously good mood. I decided not to prod.

The next week at school, I walked past Noah and sat alone during lunch, then got out my phone to not feel as awkward. As soon as I did, I got a text from Holden.

H: Is it okay if I take a rain check tonight? I’m swamped with homework

I frowned. I’d completely forgotten we were supposed to call tonight. Guiltily, I replied:

J: Sure, no problem 😊

H: 😊

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Letty Ortiz agreed to go undercover to infiltrate Dominic Toretto's crew and see if they were responsible for recent highjackings and robberies, only for Mia Toretto to screw up Letty's mission.

Aka, Letty and Brian switch their roles in canon

Trigger warning: Vince uses a slur against Letty and tries to physically fight her

Trigger warning for the whole story: Slurs are used against Brian who in this au is gay and Letty is bisexual.

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Special tag for @atiny-angel

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"Beef sandwich and no crust?" The beautiful brunette woman didn't even look up from her college books as another woman entered

"I don't know how is it?" She sat down. "You've been coming here for three weeks and order the same thing every time and you're asking me how it is?" Mia Toretto laughed.

Letty laughed as well. "Just wanted to know if it's worth it" "I'll put it in" Mia winked as her brother Dominic Toretto walked in without a second glance at either of them.

Letty quickly hid her gaze when their eyes met, his furrowed in annoyance.

In the distance, four extremely loud cars could be heard getting closer. "I swear the entire city can hear them" Mia muttered, placing the plate in front of Letty.

A blond man slammed his car door shut, taking his sunglasses off, listening to his companions. "I told you man, your engine is all wrong" Jesse complained.

Vince took notice of the red truck and scowled. "Her again?" Leon asked. "She's slinging shit for Harry" Brian punched him in the shoulder. "I know what's she's slinging...that sounded better in my head"

"Hey Mia" Brian leaned against the counter. "Hi Brian" "Dom? You want anything to drink?" Dom raised a beer can at him.

"Asshole" Brian shouted, slightly scaring Letty, though she took notice of how the blond man stared at Toretto

Vince sat down and immediately started trying to get under her skin. She was quite unimpressed.

"Thanks for the sandwich Mia" Letty left a tip.

"Oh she's beautiful" Jesse put sunglasses over the ones he was already wearing. "I like her hair color" Leon agreed. Brian scoffed. "Ew"

"That's it!" Vince ran after her. "Vince!" Mia yelled after him. "Hey dyke-" Letty punched him in the face.

"Dom stop him!" Mia yelled. "I'm not kidding!" Dom leaned against the mesh window. "What did you put in that sandwich?"

"Very funny!"

"Dom!" Brian yelled this time, making a motion for him to stop the pair.

This time Dom listened and ran out, pulling Vince away from Letty and getting in between them. Brian watched from the entrance.

"Name?" He asked Letty. "Letty Martinez" She growled. "Sounds like a serial killer name" "I get that a lot"

Leon dragged Vince away. "Stay away from here okay?" Dom went back to Brian, the blond man letting him hold him.

Letty revved her engine and left. "That sounded like it was crying" Jesse grimaced.

[snowisflesh-blog123]

Hi guys I wrote some bbc merlin fanfiction I hope you like it >.< Yaoi Bl MLM Warning dont like dont read

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Arthur power walked in a manly way through the halls of the castle. He was looking for his useless and super sexy manservant, Merlin, who was late for work this morning. The king sighed to himself, ‘I really need to teach Merlin to not be an idiot’, he thought.

“MERLIN” Arthur roared. Just then he got attacked by a guy with like 20 swords! Luckily Arthur is powerful and flawless so he defended himself flawlessly. Just then Merlin ran around the corner and used his magic to explode the other 20 men who were attacking Arthur.

Arthur gasped. His trusty servant was a sorcerer??? He fell to the ground and started weeping.

“Merlin….” He whispered.

“I’m so sorry sire! I have magic but I’m not evil” Merlin mumbled, sitting in front of him. He was also crying but way harder because hes the uke. “I only ever use it to protect you”

“Right…” Arthur snarled, then he sighed again, “Of course, you’re one of the good ones.”

Merlin smiled, and then Arthur held his hand super sweetly and gayly.

“I’m going to make magic legal” Arthur bellowed.

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“NO!”

Morgana looked into her crystal ball and scoffed. Magic?? Legal??? This can’t happen, she needs magic to be illegal so she can justify being a massive bitch as she has absolutely no other reason.

She breasted boobily around her hovel, looking through her evil magic potions until she found what she was looking for and smirked evilly.

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“Wow Arthur, thank you for making magic legal for me.” Merlin exclaimed. Arthur laughed happily beside him.

“Of course Merlin, I would do anything for you” Arthur blushed. Merlin blushed too.

“Y-y-you would?” Merlin moaned.

“Of course.” Arthur announced, blushing even harder now.

The pair stared at each other, leaning slowly closer. Arthur then grabbed Merlin’s head and the two started kissing. It was so much better than when Arthur had kissed gross women before, Merlin’s lips were hard and chapped and manly. They moaned and their tongues started interlocking and they licked each other.

“I hate gay people!” Morgana bellowed homophobically, blasting the two apart with her telekinesis.

“Merlin!” Arthur sobbed, watching his lover crumple against the wall, “You’ll pay for this you stupid bitch!”

“I’d like to see you try, dear brother,” Morgana snarled. She was probably PMSing or something. “Windgadium leviosa transphbia avadacadavera!”

Arthur cried out in pain as Morgana magiced him. He writhed around in agony.

“How dare you make magic legal!” Morgana hissed, “No one should be allowed to use magic but me! In fact I was enchanting Uther to be super tyrannical when he was alive just because I’m such a hater!” (I’ve actually seen this plot point used before like be fucking for real)

“Expelliamus!” Merlin cried out, killing Morgana instantly. Arthur ran to his side, sobbing.

“Merlin my love are you alright?” He whimpered

“Of course my lovely prat” Merlin groaned.

“I am here too” Said Gwen, who was also there and needs to appear for one line. She smiled fondly as she, unlike Morgana, was a fujoshi.

“Lets get married. I’m sure no one would object despite the fact we live in the middle ages” Arthur whined

“Why do they call it that. The middle of fucking what” Merlin declared.

Then they fucked on the floor to keep it real, as the castle was full of chintz.