#out here making drag race for the gays again

[homicidalbrunette]

Hey here's three minutes of Plane Jane and Katya vibing/flirting you're welcome

[steviewashere]

Thinking about a fic idea right now where Steve comes out (maybe with a little Steddie...maybe; might be best to start them pre-relationship in this). Walk with me here.

Steve Harrington who has always been a huge Wham! fan. And then eventually a huge George Michael fan. He's got all their albums. Collects magazines with interviews in them (y'know, if there's a U.S. release). So, he's pretty much up to date with all news, music info; that kind of thing. He's always on the money about when interviews are.

George Michael who comes out publicly in 1998 after his arrest. Which, you can watch the clip from the interview here. He's thirty-four at the time, had been private about his sexuality and romantic life up until then.

Steve who's freshly in his thirties.

He's thirty-one. He's had some thoughts in regards to his sexuality for years now. Since Robin came out to him in 1985, he's thought about little things. The way certain guys walked that caught his attention, maybe the plushness of their lips, how they styled their hair. She's introduced him to queer culture at the time—pride parades & protests, some lingo, the handkerchief code, etc. So, he's well aware of a lot of things before the CNN interview airs. He hasn't made any hard connections between his sexuality and the thoughts in his head; maybe he's had a few, soft, questioning moments like: Am I gay? Am I bisexual? Is this what I really think or am I searching for something I don't actually want? Am I just being too observant?

(Okay, thinking about pre-Steddie now. And a lot of platonic soulmates Stobin. Also, I totally (accidentally) half-wrote a fic. Stay with me here.)

Eddie's been a part of Steve's life since 1986. Somehow he survives (don't ask me the fine details, I don't know). And Steve tries his hand at being Eddie's friend because he kind of—no, really—wants a guy friend who's around his age. Cue their shenanigans: the chaos they cause together, the pranks they pull on their other friends, the shit Eddie makes Steve get into (drag racing (cars), stealing scrap from the junkyard, throwing rocks over the quarry to guess the impact they made, other little town shit). Eddie who learns that Steve's a true ally to Robin, so he comes out to Steve, too. They all form a very great, deep bond of solidarity. Become roommates outside of Hawkins, somewhere a little more progressive. They protect each other. Listen to each other.

Cue the day in 1998 when the CNN interview is being aired live, unseen up until then. Steve's already ready to watch, having taken up the middle cushion on the couch. Robin's on his left, criss-cross and making a set of beaded bracelets for the three of them. Eddie's on Steve's right, uncapping a couple bottles of beer to pass over. And they're watching with Steve because Steve likes George Michael and, well, they like Steve and his interests. So they're all there when George Michael comes out. They're all there when the words are said live.

Robin and Eddie are wide-eyed, then laughing something a bit triumphant, high-fiving over Steve's head, maybe chanting something: "One of us! One of us!" Maybe becoming huge George Michael fans as they speak. But, Steve's silent. He's sitting on the edge of his cushion, palms down on his thighs, staring off into nothing. All the celebration stops as the interview continues, words being missed. And Robin and Eddie share an odd glance, a questioning one. Until, finally, Robin asks, "Steve-O? You OD over there?"

Steve blinks back into existence. Mutters, "Did George Michael just come out on live TV?" Eddie answers him truthfully, voice a bit soft and concerned. Steve licks his lips, doesn't move his eyes from his socked feet. "...He knew for a little while," he comments. "Right? He knew for a while."

"Sure, Steve," Eddie answers again. "He probably knew about himself for a long time. Probably...Honestly, probably while he was still in Wham."

Maybe Steve nods at that. Maybe he just stays kind of stoic, thinking too hard. "He's thirty-four," Steve points out.

"That he is," Robin answers this time. "Thirty-four and proudly out."

Steve hums some sort of acknowledgement and then goes back to watching the TV, moment drifting away. He sort of watches in a daze. Up until he turns in for the night. Well after Robin has slumped over on the couch and Eddie's gone to bed earlier—because he has work, or so Eddie's said. And Steve maybe sits in his bedroom, up at his headboard, looking down at his albums. At his Wham! and George Michael albums. Turning the tapes over in his hands, reading the track lists, maybe tracing the edges of the cases with his thumbs. Thinking about how George had said he was telling his life story, even through some of his earlier solo work. He's thinking about how successful George Michael has been. And then he thinks about how George Michael came out later in his life. In his thirties, not in his twenties, not in his teens. Sure, yes, it was definitely more negatively criticized to do so, but it means something to Steve. To be thirty-four and freshly out. And he thinks, too, about being thirty-one and things clicking into shiny clarity—he's into guys, too. He's into women, but he's into guys. That word, "bisexual" looking like the final jigsaw piece. To be thirty-one and proudly out, too.

And he's comforted in that thought, as he drifts off to sleep.

And when he wakes up in the morning, he bustles around Eddie and Robin in the kitchen. They make a shared breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage and toast with jam. They sit at the dining table, forks against plates, shooting the shit back and forth.

Steve cuts a slice of sausage, puts it in his mouth, eats as usual. And just as the conversation is beginning to drift again, he finally speaks what's on his mind. "I'm bisexual," he's able to proudly state.

Maybe Eddie and Robin cheer, too for that. They ask him for his taste in guys. Maybe they tease him a little. Maybe Eddie realizes he fits the bill a little; maybe he waits a little bit before taking a shot, but he still does eventually.

And right before they head off for their respective, regular lives outside of the comfortable space of their apartment, Robin knocks their shoulders together. "Proud of you," she states. "Thirty-one and proudly out. How does it feel?"

They're in the kitchen, washing and drying the dishes because Eddie left for work already with a promise to bring home pizza for dinner. They're in the kitchen, the lights a little fluorescent like the Starcourt bathroom. They're in the kitchen, in each other's orbits, two friends who've seen it all and will continue to see the world together.

"It feels...I feel good. Excited."

Robin smiles at him, something soft and understanding. And as his focus goes back to the plate he's about to hand off, she snorts. "So, Eddie, huh?" And he scoffs, rolling his eyes. She just laughs to herself. Then, when she's calmed a little bit, she states, "He kind of looks like Rowlf. You and I have a thing for Muppets, Stevie. Muppets."

And after their laughter dies down and they live out the rest of the day, Steve thinks about how he can send a letter of thanks to George Michael. And maybe he cherishes those albums a little closer. And he is confident in himself for the first time in a while, all because the representation he didn't know he was seeking, is finally right in his face.

Sorry that got long. But I'm just thinking about Steve who comes out later in his life. Maybe he couldn't make those connections because he didn't have the safe atmosphere to do so; feared the worst if his parents ever realized he didn't care too much about women sometimes, if his eyes drifted to men a little too much, fearing that they'd catch his contemplation. Maybe he found his safe space through Robin and Eddie, but needed a little more of a push and he just didn't find it yet. Up until now.

[lizhaoyu]

Why so shy? PART 1

A/N: Hey, gays. I'm back with a new fic. I started maining Iso for a little over the week, and I can say that I'm loving him. I haven't been seeing a lot of fanfics for him, so I took it upon myself to make one. Iso might be OOC, and I gave the reader shadow abilities because I'm gay. Enjoy thirsting.

Part 1 (You are here.)

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

(Iso x Shy!GN!Reader<3)

Nervous.

That's exactly what you were feeling right now.

You've heard there was a new Valorant Agent coming around, and like the others, you came to greet him with a warm welcome.

But no one really ever said that the new recruit was this attractive.

Currently, the new recruit was greeting Jett and Phoenix who came up to him first.

Meanwhile, you were practically sweating buckets and very much trembling behind Jett.

What do I do??? Should I just walk away now????????, you thought.

"Hey." A smooth sounding voice interrupts your trail of thought.

OH FUCK, you internally died.

You turn to look at the new recruit, taking in his appearance.

Black hair, purple eyes, perfect skin, beautiful lips...

"U-Uh..." You let out. What were you supposed to say to the most attractive person you've ever met????

"I'm Iso." Iso looked directly into your eyes.

"I-I'm..." You stutter, unable to process the fact that he was speaking to you and looking into your eyes.

JESUS HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE WHAT DO I DO OH GOD FUCK IM GONNA COMBUST, you thought.

"Are you alright?" Iso asked, looking concerned.

"Bro, take it easy!" Phoenix ruffles your hair with a laugh. Right, you completely forgot about them. How were you not supposed to forget? A literal angel was in front of you.

"Don't worry, they're just shy." Phoenix grins, giving Iso a thumbs-up.

"I-I'm leaving!" You quickly ran away to hide your flushed face.

IS THAT SERIOUSLY MY FIRST IMPRESSION ON HIM? I'M FUCKED, you thought as your heart raced, your mind was frantic.

You ran quickly into your room, the metal door automatically closing behind you as you pressed a button to lock it.

You jumped in bed, unable to get Iso out of your mind. I mean, how were you supposed to? He looked absolutely astonishing and attractive that you immediately froze on the spot.

How were you supposed to talk to him like this? The moment he spoke to you, your heart immediately started doing cartwheels and your stomach was filled with a whole zoo of butterflies.

Even worse, you were reminded that Brimstone assigned you for the first training with the newbie. You were absolutely fucked.

Iso was to blame for looking like that. He was too attractive and handsome and beautiful and pretty and gorgeous and charming and lovely and delightful and appealing for his own good.

Right now, all you had to do was prepare yourself for Iso.

-

Last night, you barely had enough sleep. You were mentally preparing to face Iso without stuttering and your face flushing. You can't fuck up the training either, you had to keep up appearances.

You drag yourself out of your room with a tired expression, practically looking like a zombie out and about in the hallways.

You tried fixing your appearance, you really did. After all, you still had to look good despite the lack of sleep, right?

You press the button to open the training room's door, dragging yourself in with a sigh.

"Good morning." You hear Iso's voice beside you.

"Gah!" You jump, unable to process Iso's presence so early in the morning.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you." Iso chuckles.

"N- It's fine...!" You shook your head, trying to compose yourself and prevent your face to flush.

"We didn't get to properly talk yesterday. Again, I'm Iso." Iso gave you a small smile.

"I heard about you from Brimstone. You're supposed to train me, right?" Iso continued.

"Ah-, yes. Should we start or do you want to warm up first?" You gave him a nervous smile. You tried hard not to stutter, really.

"No need. I'm really excited to see your abilities. Brimstone said that I should see for myself." Iso shook his head.

"Let's start. Grab whichever gun you feel comfortable with on the rack, and we'll start with the headshot accuracy training first." You nod, taking a Sheriff. It's one of your best picks, and you were eager to give Iso a great second impression.

Iso nods, standing beside you and taking a Vandal from the table.

TOO CLOSE HSGDGSAFDHASFD, you thought as you walked to the controller and spawning the training dummies.

"R-Right, so... For the first challenge, I need you to shoot the dummies in under 30 seconds. Try to get as much headshots as possible." You held the Sheriff tightly.

"Understood." Iso nods, getting into a stance and aiming his Vandal at the dummies, waiting for your approval to start.

"Begin." You nod to Iso, keeping an eye on his accuracy.

Iso quickly started shooting the targets, finishing them off with great accuracy and speed.

OMBSJDGJHASDG HE'S SO COOL AHSHASAHJGDS, you thought.

"Did I do good?" Iso looks at you, breaking your trail of thought.

"Oh- yes! Very good." You laugh nervously, checking your timer.

dont blush dont blush dont blush, you thought.

"You destroyed them all in 17.2 seconds, nice!" You smile, pocketing the timer.

"We can start with peer-to-peer ability counter training now... Uh, basically, we 1v1 but like... No shooting each other, haha." You smile awkwardly.

"Do we not use guns?" Iso asks.

"W-Well, we do. But we take out the ammo to prevent any friendly-fire." You look away, your face reddening slightly.

You take out the ammo from your Sheriff. Iso sees this and starts taking out the magazine and ammo out of his Vandal as well.

"A-Anyway... My abilities are shadow-related, much like Omen. We're kinda different, though." You explain.

"Back to the training at hand, I want you to try and counter me and my abilities with your own. Rest assured that I won't hurt you." You smile nervously.

"I understand. Do we start now?" Iso nods.

"Yes, let's start." You nod, standing a few meters away from him.

Iso nods, casting his ability, Contingency, to help himself push forward. He pushed through his wall, hoping to try and disarm you of your weapon.

However, when Iso lunged through his wall, you were nowhere in sight. Iso looked around swiftly, trying to discern your location. Suddenly, Iso feels the muzzle of your Sheriff behind on his nape.

"Right here, Iso." You press the muzzle of your Sheriff gently behind his neck.

"Woah..." Iso mumbles, slowly turning around with his eyes wide, like a cat.

OH FUCK DID I JUST DO THAT? ADNJGDASHGDSBDASD, you thought.

"I- Sorry! I, uh..." You quickly put away the Sheriff, your face flushing.

"How did you do that? That was amazing." Iso asks, his voice showing signs of eagerness.

OMG DID HE JUST COMPLIMENT ME? I'M DEAD, your mind raced.

"Was that one of your abilities? That was awesome." Iso continues.

"I- Y-Yes! I call that one 'Shadow Fusion'. Basically, I merge myself in any type of shadow. You have a shadow under you, so I merged myself with it." You explain, albeit nervously.

"A-Anyway... That's all for today's training. You're free to keep training, though." You nod to Iso, walking back to the table and placing the Sheriff on the table.

"Can we train together again sometime?" Iso asks.

HE WANTS TO TRAIN WITH ME AGAIN? SSGDHAFSDH, your mind raced, your face turning a light shade of red.

"Uh- Yeah! Definitely...!" You nervously nod.

"I have a mission briefing with Brimstone soon, I need to run. Uh, see you!" You came up with an excuse to leave, your mind racing with thoughts of him.

"See you soon." Iso smiles, nodding.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA, you thought as you rushed out of the training room.

That night, not once did Iso ever leave your mind.

-

(A/N: Hey gaymers, is this story to your liking? Requests are open to request a specific plot for PART 2. I based reader's personality here with me, because I get so shy whenever an Iso is in game with me, lol.)

[sidekick-hero]

Here it is, the next chapter of my entry for the @steddiesummerexchange. This is a gift for my dear friend @starryeyedjanai 💜💜💜 Her prompt was 'Steve can't get his inheritance until he marries someone'. Shout out to @acasualcrossfade for being the best beta reader there is!

Pairings: Steve/Eddie, Robin/Chrissy Characters: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Chrissy, Max, Dustin, Wayne Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fake Marriage, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, idiot4idiot, Friends to Husbands to Lovers, Humor and Fluff and a smudge Angst

Summary:

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

Read on AO3 - the fic is finished and has 4 chapters, the last one will drop June 24

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 2 (4.5k) under the cut

They all went out for dinner and drinks afterwards, and it turned out to be a great night. Robin and Chrissy both went into full planning mode, while Steve and Eddie decided to let them have their fun. Steve figured that if anyone besides himself knew what he wanted for his own wedding, it was Robin, and Eddie seemed to feel the same way about Chrissy.

It’s only after they'd all said their goodbyes that Steve takes a moment to let it all sink in.

As he lies in bed, the pleasant buzz of the fruity drinks he's had to celebrate slowly fading, he begins to realize what it will mean to marry Eddie. To have a real wedding.

Because a wedding ceremony means he has to tell people. It will be official. And while he's not exactly hiding that he's bi, he's not exactly out at work either. It just never really mattered, because in the two years he's been working at the station, he hasn't seen anyone outside of hookups and a few failed dates. Most of those were with women anyway. So he hasn't exactly lied, just not told the whole truth.

That would have to change now, he guessed. Because even if he didn't invite his team to the wedding - which he will, because they're his family, too - Captain Hopper would know because of the paperwork. Steve knows that if he asked Jim, he wouldn't tell the others. But he would also look at Steve with disappointment and hurt because he would feel that Steve doesn't trust them, and the thought of letting down the man who has become the closest thing to a father figure he has in his life aside from Robin's dad is unfathomable to him.

Which means he's going to have to tell his team, and sooner rather than later.

Just as he somehow accepts this and decides to go talk to Jim before his next shift, another thought hits him.

Max.

He's going to have to tell his little sister. Worst of all, he doesn't even know what to tell her, because either he'd make her an accomplice to his scam, or he'd lie to her and pretend that he and Eddie had been together for a while. Which would make her think that he has been lying to her for months and hiding his relationship from her.

Then he remembers that the same goes for Dustin, the kid he used to babysit and who has become as much his little brother as Max is his little sister. The family he chose. He's either going to have to lie to him, too, or drag him into this whole mess.

Fuck.

After tossing and turning for what feels like hours, his mind racing, Steve finally gives up trying to fall asleep and rolls out of bed again. Wrapping his blanket around his shoulders, he shuffles over to Robin's room. Selfishly, he's glad that Chrissy went home with Eddie tonight, so he can just walk into Robin's room and crawl into bed with her.

"Dingus?" her sleepy voice greets him, already scooting over to make room for him.

"Yeah, it's me. Couldn't sleep."

She turns on her side and forces her eyes open with what looks like great effort. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," he answers, only it sounds more like a question. The truth is, he doesn't know what to say.

Robin just hums, and after a long moment of silence, he speaks again.

"It's just. Chrissy said nothing has to change, but that's not true. Things will change. I have to tell Hop and the others at the station. They don't even know I'm bi, it's like high school all over again."

Robin makes a sound in the back of her throat and takes his hand in hers. "No, it's not. You were outed against your will in high school. What that asshole Hagan did was a complete dick move. These people are your friends, your family. Even if you tell them that about yourself, I'm sure they won't feel any different about you, Steve."

Deep down he thinks he knows that. Or at least he hopes it's true. But it's still nice to hear Robin say it.

"Maybe. But they're going to hate that I lied. They'll probably think I don't trust them."

"Well," Robin begins, choosing her words carefully, "can you blame them? There must be a reason why you haven't told them yet."

"It just never came up," he justifies.

"Steve," she says, her tone clearly saying 'come on now'. "I've been to the last two Christmas parties at the station, and I met your team at your birthday. You talk about your dating lives and your hookups and even your childhoods. They know about Max and your bad relationship with your parents. Don't you think you could have said, 'Yeah, I don't talk to my parents because they're total scumbags who kicked me out the minute they found out I liked men too'?".

He sighs deeply, defeated.

"You're right. I was afraid they would look at me differently. That they'd think less of me, like -"

"Like your parents did. I know. But Steve, not everybody is like your parents. They don't know what an amazing person you are. A wonderful and loyal friend, a selfless and brave man who risks his own life every day to save others, and a loving and caring older brother who is more of a role model than they've ever been."

Steve feels his eyes burning and his throat tightening with emotion.

"And yet you wouldn't marry me," he deflects, and Robin punches him in the shoulder.

"Way to ruin the moment, Dingus."

"What can I say, it's a talent," he says with a wink before sobering up. "But seriously, thanks, Robs. You're the best friend I could ever ask for. I would totally crash and burn without you."

"I know. For the record, you're not so bad yourself. And as for things changing. You know change doesn't have to be a bad thing, right?"

They've talked a few times about his aversion to change. It scares him because he's always afraid it means he's going to lose something. Or someone. He's working on it.

"Yeah. I know." Theoretically, he adds quietly in his head.

"And you know you won't lose me or Max or Dustin just because things change, right?"

“I-” he starts, almost hating the way Robin knows him so well. “I guess?”

"But I might have to lie to them, Robs. I can’t drag them into this mess. What if they end up hating me when they find out I faked a marriage and lied about it? Or what if they’re mad because I never even mentioned this ‘relationship’ with Eddie before?”

"They won't hate you, Steve. They might be angry or hurt at first, but they would get over it. They love you, okay? Just like I do. No matter what happens. Even when we’re not living together anymore, it doesn’t mean we won’t see each other all the time or that we won’t be as close. You’re my best friend, my platonic soulmate. Nothing’s going to change that.”

Her words soothe something deep inside him, where his heart has never quite stopped aching since the day his mother silently closed the front door in his face, leaving him standing there with his hastily packed bag after they told him to leave and never come back. As all of her words fully register, he involuntarily squeezes her hand.

"What do you mean, 'when' we're not living together anymore?"

The longer it takes for Robin to answer, the faster his heart starts beating, until he thinks he might have a heart attack.

Just as he's about to ask again, Robin answers. "I mean, now that you and Eddie are getting married, Chrissy and I thought that, well, Eddie would probably move in with you, and that I, um..."

"That you'd move in with Chrissy," he says flatly. It's not a question.

"Yes," she whispers, as if afraid he'll break if she speaks too loudly. He very well might.

They lie quietly in Robin's bed, the darkness around them like a living, breathing thing.

He has never felt so lost. It's not that he doesn't get it—he does. Robin and Chrissy have been together for four years now, and having separate apartments has worked for them so far. But Steve understands that they'd want to share a life and an apartment at some point. He just didn't think that time would be now. But it makes sense, because he and Eddie are supposed to move in together when they get married.

It's just that, in his mind, that didn't equate to Robin moving out.

"Steve," Robin tries again, clearly worried but determined to fix this. "I don't have to move out right away. It was just an idea. It doesn't mean it has to happen right away."

"No. No, you're right. It makes sense. It's just," he hesitates before pressing on, "whenever I thought about one of us getting married, or at least moving in with a partner, I still thought we'd be living together. It's silly, I know," he adds hastily, because he does know that, "and way too co-dependent."

"It's not silly, Dingus. I won't deny that it sounds pretty co-dependent, but it's not like that's, I don't know, new for us?"

That makes him laugh, if only half-heartedly.

"And who says we won't? Maybe we can, y'know, try the whole living apart thing, and if we don't like it, we'll work something out. It's not like there aren't options. We could get a house for the four of us. It doesn't have to be all or nothing."

Drawing Robin into his arms, Steve makes a thoughtful sound. "I'm pretty sure you're right, because you usually are. Just give me a little time to get used to the idea, will you?"

It's a testament to how well she knows him that Robin—guessing he's feeling raw right now and needs the physical reassurance—settles into his embrace without a fuss.

"Of course. It'll be fine. With your team and Max and Dustin. And with us, too. I hate that your parents made it so hard for you to trust people's love for you, you know?"

He kisses her forehead gently, putting all the love and gratitude he feels into the gesture, and murmurs into her hair, "Me too."

The next day, after a hearty hangover breakfast, Steve decides to bite the bullet and face his little sister's wrath. After his talk with Robin, he came to the conclusion that he’d rather risk Max and Dustin being angry at him for seemingly lying to them about his love life than involve them in his own mess and make them accomplices to his wedding scam to get his inheritance.

Even though part of him would prefer to do this over the phone and not look Max in the eye when he tells her, a larger part of him knows that this is something that needs to be done in person. So he makes the trip to her campus and finds her in her room, nose deep in her studies, when her roommate opens the door for him.

It's not often that he comes to visit. Not because he doesn't want to, but because she insists that she doesn't want her older brother hanging around and embarrassing her in front of her friends. He would be more offended were it not for the fact that Max regularly comes to their place for game nights like the secret dork that she is. Besides, he's pretty sure that Max just wants more of a reason to hang out with Robin, not just him. She never had many girl friends, just Jane, her best friend, and Steve thinks that Max looks up to Robin. Which is cool, because in Steve's eyes, Robin’s the best person ever and Max could have much worse role models.

Things were a little tense when Robin first started dating Chrissy, probably because Max felt threatened by the new woman in Robin's life. But she got over it surprisingly quickly, and now Chrissy joins their game nights more often than not. That's how Max knows Eddie in the first place, because he makes a habit of showing up mid-game to join them, claiming he was bored all alone at home, abandoned like a badly behaved dog. Steve doesn’t really believe him, because he knows well enough that Eddie has friends and gets out quite a bit, but it's not like he minds Eddie hanging around. He just wonders sometimes why he would lie about it.

"Hey, little sis! Studying on a Saturday morning? Sure we're related?”

Max looks up from her textbooks, a mixture of surprise and suspicion flickering across her face at the sight of her older brother dropping by unannounced. "Hey, Steve. What's up?"

On the way here, Steve had thought about how to open the conversation, but hadn't been able to make up his mind before entering the dorm. Should he just say it, get it over with, or should he ease her in? Start with some small talk? Max isn't really the small talk type, but it feels wrong to just say, 'Good to see you. Guess what, I'm marrying Eddie, the guy who hangs around the apartment sometimes and you had no idea I was even dating. Surprise, I guess.'

Yeah, no. Small talk it is.

"Can't I just go visit my little sister and see what she's up to?" Steve deflects, flinching at Max's raised eyebrow.

She looks thoroughly unimpressed as she replies, "Steve, we saw each other three days ago. It may come as a shock to you, but college isn't exactly like those stupid movies. So, spill it. What's so important that you had to drop by unannounced?"

Well, he should have known this wasn't going to work on Max. She's always been way too smart for her own good, and her bullshit detector is unparalleled.

Steve takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the bombshell he's about to drop. "So, remember Eddie? The guy who's been crashing our game nights with Robin and Chrissy for the past four years? The guy who eats all of the good snacks and leaves the rest of us with the salty popcorn?”

Max nods slowly, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, funny story... He and I, uh, we're getting married."

Max's jaw drops and she almost chokes on the coffee she just took a sip of. "Wait, what? You’re getting married? To Eddie?"

Steve winces, realizing he might have botched the delivery. In his defense, he’s not sure there is a better way to deliver this kind of news. "Yeah, I know it's a bit out of left field. But hear me out..."

He starts explaining his thing with Eddie, weaving in a story that's only partly made-up. Steve talks about how he's kinda had a crush on Eddie for a while but never really thought Eddie felt the same. Max doesn’t look surprised at that part, just nods like she’s saying “Duh,” and Steve wonders how transparent his feelings for Eddie really had been.

Before he can get lost worrying about that, he goes on, making up some romantic-sounding story about how one night, they were just watching a movie, and boom! Next thing he knows, their hands are both going for the chips, and suddenly their fingers are all tangled up, swiftly followed by their lips. Max rolls her eyes so hard that Steve’s afraid she’s hurting something, but he also sees the corner of her mouth ticking upward. Robin once told him that she and Max had watched a few rom-coms together when he wasn’t home, so he thinks she secretly likes these kinds of stories almost as much as he does.

He finishes his story by shrugging his shoulders and admitting that he’d been the one to ask Eddie to put a ring on it, eager to lock down the guy he's been into for ages. It’s exactly the kind of self-deprecating joke he needs to lighten the mood, unable to endure the building tension in the room.

"And I know what you're thinking. 'Steve, you never even mentioned you were dating!' But trust me, it's not because I didn't want to. I just... didn't know how to break it to you."

Max's eyes narrow, her hurt evident. "So, what, you don’t trust me?"

Steve's heart sinks at the hurt in Max's voice. God, he never wanted to hear her sound like that again. It dredges up memories of all they've been through with their family, the wounds still raw. “No, Max, that's not... Damn it!” Steve curses, frustration and guilt knotting in his stomach. “I'm screwing this up. That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I just... I didn't know when to tell you. You've always been there for me, especially after Mom and Dad...” His voice trails off, heavy with the weight of it all. “It's my fault you lost them. I didn't want you to lose anyone else because of me, so it felt like a big risk to bring someone new into our lives.”

Max's expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Oh, Steve. You’re an idiot." She sighs, rolling her eyes for effect. "It’s not your fault I stopped talking to them. I chose you over them because you're my brother, and they are bigoted assholes who hurt you."

Max's words feel like balm on his frayed nerves, but at the same time he is consumed with guilt for using their shared history and pain to make her believe his lie. He knows why he's doing it, but suddenly the phrase "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" makes a lot more sense to him.

It seems that some of this has registered with his sister as well, because Max isn't finished yet.

"But I also call bull. This isn't about me. You're scared. Scared of getting hurt again, of letting someone in and having them leave. You didn't tell anyone before because that would have made it real."

Steve swallows hard, the weight of Max's words hitting him like a ton of bricks. His relationship with Eddie isn't even real, but her words still hit him. They've been through too much together for him to deny that she's right. He owes her that if he can't tell her the whole truth.

"Yeah, you’re right. It’s just that… I’m scared of messing things up, I guess. With you, or with Robin..."

"Or with Eddie?" Max adds, a sad smile on her face.

"Or with Eddie," Steve agrees, realizing it's true. He doesn't want to screw this up, even if it's just a scam. Eddie is still important to him, and he doesn't want to lose him because of some scheme to get his inheritance.

Max reaches across the table to grasp Steve's hand, her touch as comforting as when she first stood in his door, declaring she told their parents to screw themselves before hugging him, clinging to him for dear life. "You won't lose me, Steve. I'm here for you, no matter what. And Eddie seems like a good guy. He would be even dumber than I thought he is if he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with you. So, if he makes you happy, then I'm happy for you. And if you tell anyone I said that, I'll shave your head in your sleep."

Even as he laughs at Max’s threat, Steve's eyes mist over with tears, overwhelmed by Max's unwavering support. "Thanks, Max. You have no idea how much that means to me. Threats and all."

Max squeezes his hand gently, a small smile playing on her lips. "Anytime, big brother. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Please don't let this turn into one of those rom-com clichés where everything goes horribly wrong because no one just talked to each other."

Steve chuckles through his tears, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I'll do my best, Max. I promise."

As much as he’d dreaded this talk, he’s glad he came over to tell Max. He feels lighter now.

Some days, he hates how often Robin is right about the important things in life, considering that she also believes that Bigfoot is real.

He's already out the door a few minutes later, after Max basically kicked him out so she could learn, when she gets up and walks over to him. “Oh, one more thing. I’ll be bringing someone to your wedding and I want you to remember that you owe me and not ask a single question. I’ll tell you when I tell you, just like you.”

“What? Who're you -” Steve starts, totally flabbergasted.

“Not a single question, Steve. See you soon, take care, say hi to Robin, and tell Eddie that I’ll break his hand if he breaks your heart.” With that, she closes the door in his face.

He probably deserved that.

Talking to Dustin the next day goes something similar.

Steve can't visit him on campus because the little genius just started his master's degree in bioengineering at MIT, a year ahead of his peers, because of course he is. So he has to resort to a phone call.

He skips any attempt at small talk, though, mostly because Dustin is doing the talking for both of them, telling him all about something that is way over his head, but makes him smile for all the passion he hears in Dustin's voice.

"That sounds... very cool, man. I have no idea what it all means, but I'm pretty sure you're going to be cooler than Batman pretty soon." Before Dustin can interrupt him to explain whatever he just said about DNA replication, Steve continues, "I also have something to tell you.”

That, at least, piques Dustin's interest.

Steve tells him the same version of his and Eddie's origin story that he told Max, and just like Max, Dustin doesn't seem to find it particularly hard to believe that Steve had a big ol' crush on Eddie and proposed to him over it. What he finds much harder to believe is that neither Steve nor Eddie told him about it.

"I can't believe Eddie didn't tell me either; we tell each other everything!"

Steve seriously doubts that, even though he knows that Dustin and Eddie have become quite close over the last four years. They hit it off right away, bonding over their weird little fantasy game that Dustin's been playing with his friends for as long as Steve's known him. Eddie apparently ran a club for the same game in high school, and before Steve knew it, Dustin and Eddie had become best buds. Dustin's passionate stories about how great Eddie was should have made Steve jealous, and they did, a little. But they also fueled his crush on the other man, because nothing in his life could ever be simple.

That's probably why Steve finds himself defending Eddie by throwing himself under the bus.

"I asked him not to tell you guys. I'm sorry, man. It's just..."

Dustin's silence on the other end is unnerving. Steve can almost hear the gears turning in his brain. He can picture Dustin sitting in his cluttered dorm room, probably surrounded by textbooks and lab equipment, frowning in concentration.

"It's just what, Steve?" Dustin finally asks, his voice a mixture of confusion and hurt.

"It's just that I was scared," Steve admits, the words coming out in a rush. "Scared of messing things up. I mean, this thing with Eddie... it feels huge. I never felt that way about anyone before. And I know it sounds stupid, but... it scares the shit outta me, man. And I know how much you like Eddie, too, so, yeah. I didn't want to risk putting you in a position where you felt like you had to choose sides or something if it didn't work out, I guess?”

The line goes quiet for a moment, and Steve wonders if he's said too much. Especially because he has no idea where this is all coming from. He also finds it harder and harder to remind himself that it’s just a story and that he and Eddie aren’t really together. But then Dustin sighs, and it sounds like the weight of the world is in that sigh. "Steve, you idiot. You know I love you, right? You and Eddie both. I’d never take sides, I’m way too mature for that. You should have trusted me."

"I know, I know," Steve says, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... didn’t think this through, I guess."

"Yeah, well, that’s why you have me. You don't have to handle it on your own," Dustin says firmly. "We're a team, remember? And that means relying on each other and not keeping secrets."

“You’re right, okay? I’m sorry, Dustin.”

Apparently, that’s exactly what Dustin wanted to hear, because Steve can hear the smug grin in his voice. “I know. And it’s okay. I forgive you.”

Steve feels too much relief to be annoyed at Dustin’s ego. To know that he has Dustin's loyalty and support like that mean the world to him. It’s like balm to the wounds his parents and grandma left on him, to learn that not everybody leaves just because he hasn’t been perfect. "Thanks, Dusty. I don't deserve you."

"You're right, you don't," Dustin retorts, but Steve can hear the smile in his voice. "But you're stuck with me anyway. So, when's the wedding? And don't even think about getting married without me there."

Steve laughs, the tension finally easing. "Don't worry, you'll be there. I wouldn't dream of having it without my groomsman."

"Groomsman, huh? Damn right I am," Dustin says, and Steve can practically see his chest puffing out with pride. "But wait, who's the best man? If you say it's Eddie's old dungeon master, I'm gonna lose it."

"Robin," Steve clarifies, chuckling. "She’s my best man, or best woman, whatever you call it. And before you ask, I’m pretty sure Eddie’s best man is Chrissy."

"Ah, makes sense," Dustin says with a satisfied nod in his voice. "I can accept that, I guess. But you better tell Eddie that if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass. And you tell him I mean it, too."

"I will," Steve promises, a smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Dustin. Really."

"Anytime, Steve. Now go tell Eddie that I’m still angry at him for not telling me and he better make it up during our next campaign."

Steve hangs up the phone feeling lighter than he has in days. At least until he remembers that he just told Max and Dustin a story about him and Eddie getting together that he hasn’t discussed with Eddie yet. So what if Eddie also told people but used a totally different story?

Well, fuck.

Grabbing his keys from the side table by the door and putting on his shoes, he texts Eddie that they need to talk and that he’ll be over in twenty minutes.

[kcdrawns]

Wbk boys go ice skating with friends plus beloved headcanons

(one line those)

Characters: Umemiya, Hiragi, Sakura, Suo, Nirei, Kiryu, Sugishita, Kaji, Kusumi, Banjo

Contains: Fluff and laughter

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Umemiya

-Would fall on purpose so kids weren't afraid of falling on the ice and would help them learn and be safe

-Would be good at it and help anyone out specially you, always keeping you at a arms distance just in case

Hiragi

-Would be good at it but stressed over everyone always on high alert and looking around which would make him almost hit the borders of the ring

-either has an arm around your waist or hands it's not that he doesn't trust either of you but he'd rather be there in case you fall, besides if you are there too he can try to look cool and catch you

Sakura

-Is naturally good at it but is mortified and shakes a bit and due to the fear also looses balance

-once he feels more comfortable he would help out others and you but complain (our beloved cat energy boy)

Suo

-You see those people that can ice skate and do tricksz like spin and jump?

-He swears he never ice skates yet he is as good as a pro, naturally elegant and good

-would mock Sakura at the beginning (friendly bather)

"awnn Sakura Kun, are you that scared?"

"You can hold onto me if you want my arms are open ^^"

-Nire and Sakura will hold onto Suo until they gain more balance and figure it out

-would help you too and mock you again as a friendly banter because it's Suo

Nirei

-mortified of falling and never lets go of suo arm, Suo does help and encourage him but he always goes back into holding onto him

-if you are there whoever he tries his best to help you and to not be scared, holding your hand as you two loose balance and laugh it off

-Would definitely take notes of everyone on how they skate

Kiryu

-can skate and does it effortsly and sticks around those more unsure of it (kids, nire and Sakura)

-would always keep an eye out for creeps because if you never been to an ice ring there is always at least ONE trying to help girls and holding them way too close after they fall.

So kiryu would just reach girls before the creep and help girls out in a polite way (Ladies and gays we win fr he is a green flag)

-would hold you with consent and help you learn how to skate and if you are not confident he will drag you and skate ate a normal rate speed just gliding

Sugishita

-would be following Umemiya and helping the kids up but not say anything

-can skate but gets thrown off balance here and there

-if Ume does fall you bet he is glaring if it was someone by accident and/or is racing to his side even if it means he needs to crawl on ice to get to him

-if he goes with you, you need to drag him, he is happy to be there but as I said he doesn't know how to properly distribute his height on those tiny blades, so he would cling onto you like velcro.

kaji

-There with his classmates

-good at skating but stays still because rather observe than interfere

-if Kusumi is loosing balance he will help out tho, his only job is to help anyone that almost falls or falls

-If he falls because of someone by accident he would have to take a deep breath because now his butt is cold and wet

-Izumi would make jokes about it which makes kajis sigh out of embarrassment (HE DOESNT HAVE OFFICIAL NAME SO I HAVE BEEN CALLING HIM THAT, it's a blue haired guy from his class similar to kiryu in style and from the little interactions we saw he IS a menace)

- if he goes with you he would offer an arm and say nothing

Kusumi

-nervous he can't use his phone but can skate

-his classmates would keep an eye out to keep him safe and definitely one of them will make a honking car noise passing by which makes everyone from the class die of laughter and fall, cue kajI staring their souls out as they make commotion on the village ice ring

-with you he would be very kind and careful, always tilting his head and doing thumbs up to ask if you are comfortable on the ice

Banjo

-good at skating but chooses to sit on his bum and glide like that

-would complain the bladea of the shoes are too dull even tho he isn't using them

-with you he would do the same and just laugh a lot if you fall face or butt first, maybe after ask if you are ok, maybe

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A/n: I yapped to friends in line to ice skating, this happend a week ago, take photos

[jgroffdaily]

The episode was recorded on 24 September, before the death of Gavin Creel. The hosts are Andrew Chappelle, who worked with Jonathan on Hamilton, and Cody Rigsby. Highlights:

Jonathan talks about Cody Smith, his first boyfriend, and says they are still close. They met during 'Bat Boy' and Cody is six years older. "And I love him."

Jonathan talked about his plans to transform '& Sons Steakeasy' (currently a restaurant) back into the gay bar where Barbra Streisand first sang (previously discussed in an interview). He would change the name of the restaurant to 'The Lion' (its original name) and make the upstairs a gay bar and call it BARbra. He has never met Barbra.

Cody talks about meeting Ru Paul that day. Jonathan says he would love to be on Drag Race. He also said he was with Cody (a Peloton instructor) 'on' the bike, crying, during Covid "you are a light".

Jonathan went on a silent meditation retreat after 'Merrily We Roll Along' closed. He has now done three Vipassana meditation reteats in Quebec, Lava Hot Springs Idaho and Massachusetts and gave up his phone for the duration. "With your breath, your demons, a lot of things and yourself... giving shared bathrooms and roommates... The presence you get from being silent, and just with your breath all day is kind of incredible." Jonathan agreed that it was one of the hardest things he had ever done.

Jonathan says he still deletes text messages after replying to them. He says it started from a break-up when he was 24 or 25 [likely Gavin Creel] "and I kept Googling this person, I kept re-reading our texts over and over and over again and I was like, 'Groff, you've got to let go of re-reading everything over and over again. The good, the bad and the everything in between. I need to delete this chain. Let it go.' And then I thought, why am I holding on to any conversation?" He says he's slow at getting back to people, but usually responds (but can respond to a joke a month later).

Andrew says he is the most un-Hollywood person, and Jonathan had warned him about moving to LA. "The alone time is very quiet there, or was for me at least. The tumbleweeds." Andrew said he wanted Jonathan for the podcast and said he would reach out to his publicist, but was concerned when Jonathan said he could just text him, as he may not respond quickly (but he did respond).

Talking about the Bobby Darin project 'Just in Time', Jonathan said: "I'm so excited... It's something I've been working on for about seven years... This guy is fire. He talked about his relationship to the audience. For example he would wear a condom on stage in case he ejaculated. [A video clip of this part has been released.] He was a primal, primal, profound, epic, epic live performer. Sammy Davis Jr said the only person he wouldn't follow was Bobby Darin... The magic of him, and of his essence, was his live interaction with the audience." He brought Alex Timbers on originally because of the 'environment' he creates.

He then describes the conceit of the show [around 23:45, will not be discussed/spoilered here]. But he talks about wanting to evoke Darin's primal energy as a love letter to entertainment and the relationship with the audience.

Jonathan talked about the opening night gift he gave the off-Broadway Hamilton cast and crew [apple cider donuts?] before he was officially announced as being part of the show, even to the cast. Lin-Manuel Miranda told him he had one song and it would be pretty easy, and he was given sheet music and the script but no further information or a video.

Jonathan says King George was the hardest thing he had done because you on stage so briefly, come out cold, sing through your range and then leave. Merrily was easier because he was on stage the whole time.

Andrew said Jonathan as the King made himself available to the cast in Hamilton, and not all people in the role could do that.

In tech for Broadway, Jonathan and Andrew would sit in the mezzanine, and one of Andrew's favourite memories involves sitting with Jonathan and watching Renee Elise Goldsberry in a dispute with the crew about her wig. Jonathan: "And these gays are dying for it. We are loving it so much." [Both cracking up with a lot of cackling.]

Andrew ditched college for three days to see Jonathan in 'Spring Awakening'. They discuss the false rumour about Lea Michele and Jonathan says Lea can read. Jonathan talks about how he was cast in Glee after Ryan Murphy said he would write a show for Jonathan and Lea, and Ryan wrote the role of Finn for him. Jonathan was asked to sign a seven year contract and declined, and Ryan then wrote the guest star role of Jesse St James for him.

They discuss Looking, Raul Castillo and Murray Bartlett. Asked if he hooked up on the show, Jonathan said there was some hooking up on the show but not with the core group. Andrew then discusses Jonathan's cameo in 'Blindspotting' with Emmy Raver, filmed in San Francisco.

Asked about the rumored kiss at Battle Hymn on Pride this year, Jonathan said he did attend and make out with someone. Jonathan said he has gone a couple of times to Battle Hymn by himself. He says he shot a movie in Berlin and learned from friends he had met there the joys of going out all night and dancing all night. So when he came back to New York he wanted to "scratch this itch of going out". The first time he was at Battle Hymn he was in line during Pride ("in my harness, in my shorts") and Oak Onaodowan called him. Asked if he cared about the kiss being made public at Battle Hymn, Jonathan said "It makes me laugh. I'm not bothered by it. It's OK." He said in his early days he would have been scared to even walk past a gay bar due to career ramifications and the thought of being considered gay.

Around 55 minutes Jonathan said he is very lucky to be an out actor at this time, and that he came out publicly because Spring Awakening had been everything he ever dreamed of and wanted, and then he fell in love due to Gavin Creel. He said he was such a fan of Gavin's, they started dating, and then he came out publicly at the march on Washington. He remembers thinking at the time he would rather be in love and be out publicly than have a career if he was giving up movies and television.

Asked if it was difficult to date an actor, Jonathan agreed that "it's been a thing" when work was the priority over a partner. Andrew said Jonathan has dated a lot of peers, and mentioned an ex of Jonathan's has a new series out. Jonathan: "ZQ [Zachary Quinto]? Love ZQ. We are still very close. Love me some ZQ."

Andrew said he still wants Zach and Jonathan to work out as he found them together visually pleasing, and Jonathan said "No, we're friends through and through at this point... It's lovely to... however much time you spend time together as partners, and then you separate, and then you maybe come back together as friends, and the sort of beauty of coming back together as friends, and being reminded of why there was that spark. Reminded why... that connectivity..."

They hosts then ask him to play Marry, F..., Kill with his characters and shows.

Jonathan says a lot of Looking was based on his experiences, for example the uncut d... discussion was based on his talk with the creators about being insecure, and the douching talk was based on his previous boyfriends.

Patrick, King George, Jesse St James: He says he would marry Patrick because he has shown growth, and personal growth is a huge thing in someone he would marry. He would f... the King because there would a lot of rage that would be interesting and a unique experience, and he would kill Jesse St James.

Hamilton, Merrily, Spring Awakening: He would kill Spring Awakening because it was so underage, f... Hamilton because “Hamilton is my sexuality because I was so attracted to every person in Hamilton" and would marry Merrily.

Glee, Looking, Mindhunter: Kill Mindhunter because there is so much depravity there, f... Glee and marry Looking.

Asked to pick between people, he starts with Lin, then Michelle Obama and finally Beyonce, including over Lea ("she would understand"). He saw the Beyonce movie twice and says "she is everything".

Asked for a scam, Jonathan said he doesn't think standing ovations are overdone ("Why not? What's life? Let's live. Let's celebrate.") He discussed drag queen story hour, the protests in Lancaster, the celebration in Lancaster the week before, and said he remains frustrated by drag queen story hour being considered wrong and how hate and discrimination has localised to story hour protests.

[mattsturnioloarchive]

Imagine being in a relationship with Nicolas Sturniolo (Part 2)

Disclaimers: It's my first time writing, so forgive me if it's not great. I'm a girl, but I wrote about Nick with a male audience in mind only. No scenario with Nick was written with him and a girl in mind, just to make it clear. Nothing written here reflects reality, so please, don't freak out. It's just something written from fan to fan. If you don't like this type of content, don't read it. This content is original, written by me. English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me on anything.

��� When Nick is sleepy and cozy, he definitely becomes cuter and more smiley, getting needy and craving more cuddles. He loves taking a nap with you and sighs when you hug him or just stroke him during sleep.

• Nick loves it when you compliment his look. Nothing makes him more confident than when you notice his nails, the new clothes he bought, the hair he changed, or the new tattoo. He has great self-esteem, but every aspect of his style is meticulously thought out to please you too. And yet, he really enjoys it when you offer him your coat during a date. He loves wearing your coat and smelling your perfume, feeling like he belongs to you.

• He loves childish teasing. He adores when you both tease each other like first graders and act totally out of your age. He feels that in those moments when you act like him, without judgment, you're able to embrace him and be in sync with him.

• Nick loves how well you get along with his friends and especially with his family. He feels really encouraged when you tell them over and over again about how you came out as gay to everyone, and he loves to share how he felt going through the same situation. And precisely because of that, now that you guys have a well-established relationship, he makes sure everyone knows you're a couple.

• When you're not in the mood to go out, Nick will drag you to bed, where you'll watch several old movies that are his favorites. When you get tired of watching movies, he'll definitely put on music videos from his favorite singers and put on a show for you singing along and performing with a hairbrush. And of course, you'll never miss an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race ever again in your life.

Part 1

tag: @leah-loves-lilies

[cartoonbabbles]

A quick analysis of the Breakdown/Bumblebee escape sequence from Earthspark

Quick context: the way I read them is more of the “we’re calling them brothers like how spop had to call catradora sisters to explain the levels of affection they have for each other and to throw off the scent of the homophobes so therefore they are gay” way. That being said.

1) Breakdown could have put his hand anywhere. ANYWHERE on Bee to push him out of the way. Instead, he puts his hand in the softest way possible on Bee’s chest - where his insignia is - where the symbol that drove them apart is stamped in a red that sets itself apart from the yellow and black of Bee’s paint job. People literally talked about this, had conversations, and approved the boards and final animations. He could have shoved him at the shoulder, or anywhere else but no. They chose his chest for a REASON.

2) The diversion scene - Breakdown is not only taking all of those stupid laser blasts, including Croft’s supercharged blasts - while being faster than Bumblebee. And we see Bee accelerating as Breakdown pulls further and further ahead. This tells me two things. One. Bee knew he would lose, but agreed to the bet with Breakdown in the trailer anyways because he would rather see him safe since he doesn’t have the same support system Bee has, and two, Bee’s entire goal of finding and racing Breakdown was to make sure he was safe and he was willing to give up ever seeing him again if it meant he would be able to evade GHOST.

3) The way Breakdown sounded when he first revealed himself, as mentioned by another post on here, was that he sounded afraid. Breakdown was terrified of being taken in, but didn’t want that to happen to Bee because he knew what GHOST had in store was both inhumane and awful. So he took the fall and dove straight into the line of fire. And you can hear the desperation in his voice as he reaches out because he knows it’s a last-ditch effort for one of them to escape to safety.

4) Bee’s look of shock and terror as Breakdown disappears under the bridge, injured, unable to transform, and surrounded by agents is heartbreaking. He just lost one of the parts of home closest to him - a friend from BEFORE the war. Remember, this isn’t someone he befriended during the war, they were torn apart by it. And they were able to keep up their little game of drag racing together until now, when the war took them apart again - potentially forever.

Also i just want to add yes I am subscribed to the headcanon that knockout is still here and that yes all three of them have two hands. Bee can have some boyfriends. As a treat. He’s been through a lot and needs love.

[ca-suffit]

Show's cast has explicitly said racial motivations weren't what lead to it happening (they were white in books, Louis a plantation owner and it still happened). You can see what you want to see but it's a show made by a white guy at the end of the day.

Fixating on something the people involved haven't given an indication is even there to rally against the guy who is the one very vocal about the queer text (which they do admit is an actual thing they are intentionally putting in there and talking about) in a cast of mostly straight people is icky as hell.

The trial happens in the book but not exactly the same way it happens in the show. Book ppl luv to cry about changes made between the 2, I wonder why it's always silence on detail changes like this?? I rly wonder (/s).

The show intentionally put an abundance of slave / lynching refs into every part of the trial, things that are *not* in the books and specific to black ppl only. that isn't stuff that just whoopsy daisy ends up here, from a series that has consistently been incorporating these things in the story. ur attempt to discard that even more by saying a white guy is behind the show is also just stupid. unlike anne rice, there is not a single creator for the show. no *one* person is responsible for things.

there seems to be a disconnect in ppl thinking if these things are present then the main focus has to be antiblackness too. the trial has to spell out "this is a trial against black ppl cuz we hate black ppl!!" do u see anything IRL....ever? do u know anything about history or things happening rn? when lestat is on the train to get claudia and drag her home, did u also think the slave catcher part of that wasn't real bcuz he didn't call her a slur or smthg while doing it?

idk why the cast and crew won't talk about these things but I'd imagine a lot is bcuz putting emphasis on race / racism is not a real selling point for gaining viewers, especially anne rice viewers. it doesn't mean the show still isn't doing this and it doesn't mean ppl who notice it are making shit up. again, this type of stuff isn't stuff that just occurs the way it's presented here without being intentional. it's also possible that the actors of color don't want to be the ones to answer these questions, are they asking these things to the white ppl too?

I also have no idea what ur point is trying to make me sound homophobic (I do, I'm just pointing out ur manipulation technique is bad). this fandom and other fandom's focuses on (white) gay rights above all else is another issue u never want to talk about. just like in the trial, u'll throw in talk about standing up to homophobia bcuz it stomps over racism rly easily, bcuz nobody cares about racism in the first place. I'm sure u felt rly good when lestat went after that homophobe during the trial where claudia dies anyway. it's possible to talk about multiple things at once, btw, and I've never said anything negative about gay ppl or gay rights so this was rly a reach. if u rly think sam reid is some kind of gay rights activist for this stuff too then no wonder it's a struggle to talk about anything in this fandom lol.

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 6　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Neon lights. Flashing, blinking. Too bright. Too loud. Shinjuku, yeah. Streets crowded, people everywhere. Faces blend, eyes stare. They know. They all know.

Feet heavy. Can’t walk straight. Clothes loose, slipping off. Hair a mess, tangled. Hands shaking. Cold sweat.

Talking, muttering. Words jumble, mix up. Can’t think straight. Can't stop. Vending machine glowing. Magic box. Stare at it. Laugh. Silly laugh. Hollow, empty.

Billboards. Big, big, big. Colors swirl. Signs talk to me. They know secrets. Listen close. Can’t hear.

Golden Gai. Tiny bars, little lights. Peek inside. Warm, inviting. Can’t go in. Not for me. Not real. Dream place.

Feet move again. Alleys twist, turn. Lost. So lost. Heart races, thumps. Boom boom boom. Head spins. Everything spins.

Stop. Stand still. People brush past. Bumping, pushing. Don’t see me. Invisible. Just air.

Walk again. Stumble. Trip. Fall. Get up. Keep moving. No direction. No idea. Just move. Just go.

Voices, sounds. Horns honking. Music somewhere. Far away. All blend. Noise soup. Brain can’t handle.

City swallows me. Neon jungle. Electric maze. Can’t escape. Keep wandering. Keep searching. For what? Don’t know.

Lost in Shinjuku. Lost in myself.

Wait. Not alone. Shimizu. Yeah, Shimizu. Where? Look around. Blurry faces. There. Is that Shimizu? Hard to tell. Vision wobbles.

“Shimizu?” Call out. Voice cracks. No answer. Move closer. Stumble. Almost fall. Hand grabs shoulder. Shimizu’s? Feels real. Feels like a friend.

Shimizu’s eyes, wild. Same as mine. Lost too. Both lost. Together. Or maybe not. Can’t remember. Friend? Enemy? Doesn’t matter.

“Shimizu, man, you okay?” Words slur. Hard to speak. Shimizu nods. Slow, uncertain. Eyes darting. Looking everywhere. Nowhere.

Walk together. Side by side. Two ghosts in Shinjuku. Shimizu laughs. High-pitched, strange. Makes my skin crawl. I laugh too. Can’t help it. Everything’s funny. Everything’s scary.

Shimizu points. “Look!” What? Can’t see. Lights blur. Shapes move. Nothing clear. “You see it?” Shimizu asks.

I nod. Lie. Don’t see. Don’t understand. Just nod.

We walk. Stumble. Lean on each other. Hold each other up. Or maybe pull each other down. Hard to tell. Don’t care.

“Remember when...” Shimizu starts. Stops. Shakes head. Memory gone. I nod again. Pretend to remember. Pretend it matters.

Streets twist. Turn. Neon jungle grows. Shimizu’s hand tightens on my arm. “This way,” he says. Or maybe I say. Don’t know whose voice.

Shimizu’s face close. Too close. “You real?” I ask. He laughs. Doesn’t answer. Real or not, Shimizu’s here. That’s enough.

One twisted path. Shinjuku’s maze. Together, apart. Doesn’t matter. Keep moving.

Following Shimizu. Where to? Don’t know. Don’t care. Just follow. Feet heavy, dragging. Mind wanders.

Her face. Her voice. Love her. Hate me. She hates me. Always did. No, not always. Used to love me. I think. Maybe?

Her smile. So pretty. Now, just a memory. A painful one. Did I make her smile? Can’t remember. Made her cry. That I know.

Shimizu’s ahead. Leading the way. Trust him? Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. Keep walking. Keep thinking.

She said, “I hate you.” Clear as day. Echoes in my head. Over and over. My fault. Always my fault. Messed up. Pushed her away. Saw her tears. Did nothing. Nothing at all.

But she loved me. Didn’t she? Delusion. Maybe. Don’t know what’s real. What’s not.

Shimizu laughs. Breaks my thoughts. “This way,” he says. Voice like a ghost. Follow him. Steps uncertain. Path unknown.

Remember her laugh. Sweet. Like music. Long time ago. Before everything went wrong. Before I ruined it.

She hates me. Said it. Felt it. But sometimes... I think... Maybe she still cares. Deep down. Buried under the hate. A spark. A flicker.

Delusional. Stupid. But can’t let it go. Cling to it. Like a lifeline. Keeps me going. Keeps me moving. Even if it’s a lie.

Shimizu stops. Looks at me. “You okay, man?” His voice fuzzy. Like through water. I nod. Lie. Always lying.

Her face again. In my mind. Clearer now. Eyes sad. Hurt. Because of me. My fault. Always my fault.

But still... maybe... she loves me. Somewhere inside. Past the hate. Past the pain. A part of her. Small part. Loves me. Can’t be true. But need to believe it. Need it. No point without it.

Shimizu moves again. I follow. Steps heavy. Heart heavier. Streets twist. Mind twists more.

Love. Hate. Same thing now. Messed up. Broken. Just like me. Just like Shimizu. Wandering. Searching. For what? Don’t know.

Her face fades. Shimizu’s back ahead. Neon lights blur. Keep moving. Keep hoping. Keep lying to myself.

Streets twist, turn. Shimizu’s ahead, leading. Don’t know where. Don’t care. Just follow. Then, a door. Shimizu points. “In here,” he says. Voice like a whisper.

Step inside. World shifts. No more neon, no more noise. Quiet. Soft light. Cozy bedroom. Feels familiar. Feels safe. Heart pounds.

There she is. On the bed. Sarah. Can’t believe it. Eyes wide. Is this real? She looks up. Sees me. Smiles. Warm. Soft. Not hate.

“Come here,” she says. Voice gentle. Sweet. I move closer. Feet light. Heart racing. Is this real? Must be. Feels real.

Sit on the bed. Close to her. She reaches out. Touches my face. Her hand warm. Soft. Tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. Voice breaking.

She smiles. Shakes her head. “It’s okay. I’m here.” Pulls me close. Hold her. Tight. Never want to let go. Feels right. Feels real.

Her scent. Her warmth. Everything. Just like before. Before the hate. Before I messed up. Tears fall. Can’t stop them. She wipes them away. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispers.

"You little bitch." Is that me? Did I say that?

It's not her. But it is? She's here for now. That's enough. This works.

My hands off her throat. She coughed.

"Stop fucking yelling at me! I didn't do it." He is angry. I think he's me.

Nails digging in. A fist hits my chest. Her pretty green eyes are rolling back. Her face is red.

Cunt is sucking me in. Didn't even know I was hard. Legs locked behind me. She likes it. She does.

"Y—"

"Shut the fuck up! Just shut up! You never let me talk! You never do, huh?" Why am I so angry?

"Y-you—"

Let her go, my hands pulling back. My eyes are focusing in. Am I coming down? No. Not yet. Need to cum first before she's gone again.

"Don't go. You can't go yet." Now he just sounds pathetic.

My hands are on her tits, my pace slowing. Nice and deep and hard. She's so into it. I can tell. She's always into it. All of them are. I'm the best. They always tell me that.

"G-gojo! Mmn~!" See? She's happy. That's good.

My shirt is still on. It's too hot for silk. My pants are around my hips. I'm fucking her faster now. She wants that for sure. I can tell. She's holding me tight and her tits are on my chest.

She coughed and I think I laughed. I'm the strongest and I know it hurts. She likes it when it hurts.

"Fuck you," I growled at her like a fucking animal. Am I an animal? No, that's wrong. I'm a fucking monster.

"You always wanna blame me, huh? Always wanna make that shit my fault, don't you? Don't you, you stupid slut? I told you it's not me. I didn't cut you like that. I was the one that let you out. I was there. You don't remember?"

I gripped her throat, pushing her down harder into the mattress. My skin was crawling with fire ants, chewing and itching. It was wearing off.

"Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

I kissed her. God, I love her so much.

Her legs are shaking. Her eyes are rolling again. I need to let her breathe. I don't want to yet. She's opening her legs further and letting me fuck her deeper.

"You're too pretty like this."

I'm not gonna kill her. I would never. But I just want to squeeze her throat harder. I want to squeeze those thoughts right out of her pretty head. I want me to be the last thing she sees. But I won't kill her.

"Cum. Now." I hissed out. I could feel it coming. I wanted to cum. I needed to before she left. Her eyes rolled back, the air cut off just enough to make it feel good. God, that always makes it better.

"Now. Right now."

"Satoru. Cum in me, Satoru. I love you, Satoru."

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks, my eyes closed as my balls squeezed everything out onto this whore's stomach. I wish it was her. I wish she'd say that for me. I wish she didn't hate me so much.

It's not my fault. Stupid bitch.

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"Fumiyaaa!" Itadori shouted happily over the crowd, "Hey! Over here, man!"

"Eyy!!" Fumiya called back, weaving his way through. His mask reflected the lights, catching the multi colors on its gray paint.

Hakari and Panda were there with Yuji, greeting Fumiya as he arrived. Hakari passed him a cigarette which he gratefully took, slipping it between the teeth of his mask. His brushed back his sleek black hair before reaching into the pocket of his vest to fish out a lighter.

"What's going on tonight, fellas?" He asked with a mischievous smirk, "Anything interesting?"

"There's some Zen'in trash on our property." Hakari said with his eyes on his phone and cigarette clenched in his teeth, "We ought to go clear that shit out."

"Which property?" Itadori asked, already stretching his arms, "The new lot?"

"Yeah," Hakari nodded, unzipping his hoodie and pulling it off to throw over his shoulder, "The one Geto-san managed to get last week."

"Well, shit," Fumiya grinned, the light glinting off his shiny silver piercings as he turned his head, "Let's go take care of it."

"Did you tell anyone we're doing this?" Itadori asked, looking at Hakari, "Shouldn't we tell the boss?"

"You worry too much." Panda grunted, "Gojo won't care. This is good for us."

"He's not answering anyway," Hakari said, hanging up the unanswered call to Gojo's phone, "He's probably busy."

Itadori walked with an easy grace, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and determination. Beside him, Hakari exuded a nonchalant confidence, his hands in his pockets, a small smirk playing on his lips. Towering above them both, Panda moved with surprising agility for his size, his presence both imposing and comforting. And somewhere in between the three Fumiya seemed to blend right in almost like a ghost.

As they navigated through the crowd, Itadori glanced at Hakari. "So, do you know how many there are?"

Hakari shrugged. "Not sure. But all we need to do is make a bit of noise, and they'll come to us."

Panda chuckled, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Leave that to me. I’ve got a knack for getting attention."

They turned into a quieter side street towards the lot where the sounds of the city faded slightly. Itadori could feel the tension rising, a sure sign that something was amiss. His fingers twitched in anticipation, ready to call upon his cursed energy at a moment’s notice.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the shadows ahead of them, behind him a group of other sorcerers looming. "So, you showed up," the figure said, voice dripping with disdain. "Gojo's boys, I assume. How quaint."

Hakari rolled his eyes. "Quaint, huh? Let's see how quaint you think we are after we kick your ass."

Without warning, the figure attacked, sending a wave of cursed energy towards the trio. Itadori moved instinctively, deflecting the attack with a swift motion. Hakari vanished, only to reappear behind their opponent, his fist already in motion. The impact sent the robed figure sprawling, but more sorcerers emerged from the shadows, surrounding them.

Panda let out a roar, his massive form charging into the fray. He swung his powerful arms, scattering the attackers like leaves in a storm. Hakari and Itadori moved in perfect synchronization, their attacks precise and devastating. Itadori's fists crackled with cursed energy as he struck down one opponent after another, while Hakari's speed and unpredictability left their enemies reeling.

Despite their skill, the sorcerers were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Itadori felt a flicker of frustration but pushed it aside, focusing on the battle. He caught Fumiya's eye, and the older sorcerer nodded, understanding passing between them.

"Time to turn up the heat," Fumiya said, his smirk widening.

Itadori unleashed a powerful burst of cursed energy, creating a shockwave that knocked their opponents off balance. At the same moment, Fumiya activated his domain expansion, a complex array of symbols and energy forming around them. The space warped, trapping their enemies within a twisted ethereal version of Shibuya. Like ghosts within a fog, they moved out of sight from the Zen'in group.

Within the domain, Itadori and Hakari's attacks became even more effective. Panda's roars echoed through the distorted fog, his strikes breaking through the enemy defenses with ease. One by one, the opposing sorcerers fell, unable to withstand the groups combined might.

As the last of their enemies crumbled, the domain faded, and they found themselves back in the real Shibuya, the city seemingly unaware of the battle that had just taken place. Itadori took a deep breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.

"Well, that was fun," Panda said, dusting himself off with a goofy grin. "We should do this more often."

Hakari laughed. "As long as there's a good fight, count me in."

Without warning, a figure materialized behind Fumiya, moving with an eerie, almost supernatural speed. Before any of them could react, a single, precise blow landed on the back of Fumiya's neck. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"Fumiya!" Itadori shouted, spinning around, but it was too late. The figure was already upon them, a blur of motion and power. Panda roared, lunging forward to protect his friends, but a devastating strike sent him crashing into a nearby wall, the impact leaving a crater in the concrete.

Itadori's eyes widened, adrenaline surging as he tried to muster his cursed energy. Yet, the mysterious attacker was too fast. A brutal punch connected with his midsection, knocking the wind out of him and sending him to his knees. Before he could recover, a final, bone-jarring blow struck his temple, and darkness enveloped him.

The vibrant lights of Shibuya blurred and dimmed as Itadori fell, joining his comrades in unconsciousness. The last thing he saw was the figure standing over Fumiya, their presence radiating an overwhelming, malevolent power. Then, everything went black.

Itadori's consciousness slowly returned hours later, his senses gradually coming back online. He felt a dull ache in his body, a throbbing pain in his head, and a strange warmth spreading through him. He blinked his eyes open, finding himself in a dimly lit room, the familiar surroundings of their home base coming into focus.

"Easy there," a calm voice said. Itadori turned his head slightly and saw Hani, Yaga's healer, kneeling beside him. His hands glowed softly with healing energy as he tended to his wounds.

"H-Hani?" Itadori croaked, his voice raspy. "What happened?"

"You were ambushed," Hani replied gently, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "You, Hakari, and Panda were brought back here after we found you unconscious in Shibuya."

Itadori tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, and Hani placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Take it slow. You took quite a beating."

He glanced around the room, spotting Hakari and Panda lying on adjacent cots. Hakari was still unconscious, but Panda's eyes flickered open as Hani's healing energy worked on him as well.

"What about Fumiya?" Itadori asked, worry creeping into his voice.

"He's stable for now," Hani reassured him. "Panda's coming around, and Hakari just needs a bit more time."

Panda groaned, shifting slightly. "What hit us?" he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

"It was an ambush," Hani explained. "A powerful sorcerer caught you off guard. We're still trying to identify who it was, but their abilities were formidable."

Itadori frowned, memories of the attack flashing through his mind. "We need to find out who did this and why."

"And we will," Hani said firmly. "But right now, you need to focus on healing. Revenge won't do any good if you're not at full strength."

Itadori nodded reluctantly, knowing she was right. He lay back, letting the soothing warmth of Hani's healing energy wash over him. The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a comforting sense of peace.

As he rested, his thoughts drifted to the battle in Shibuya. The speed and precision of their attacker had been unlike anything he had encountered before. Whoever it was, they had a clear objective and had executed it flawlessly. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but it also fueled his determination.

"We'll get them next time," Itadori murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

Panda, now fully conscious, gave a grunt of agreement. "Damn right we will. No one knocks us out and gets away with it."

Hani smiled softly, his hands still glowing as he continued to heal them. "Just make sure you listen to me and rest. You'll need all your strength for what's to come."

Hani jumped to his feet, his face turning pale. He coughed, a thick black liquid oozing from his nose. Quickly, he dashed behind a curtain. Itadori and Panda exchanged worried looks, sensing the tension in the air.

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"Fuck!" Gojo growled, slamming his fist into the wall then dragging both hands through his hair, "Are you fucking serious?"

Geto shook his head, looking away from the corpse with a grimace, "Fumiya..."

"Apparently Hani couldn't keep him stable," Nanami said, his jaw setting as he let the sheet fall back down over the young man's corpse.

"Fuck." Gojo breathed, ignoring the blood dripping from his knuckles. He'd seen the missed calls, the texts. He'd been too high to react or even to notice. He had no idea the boys had even been fighting.

"Do we know the situation?" Geto asked softly, "Itadori, Panda, and Hakari were found as well. Any information from the three of them?"

"It was a territory dispute," Nanami explained, "The Zen'in group was moving in on our newly purchased plot."

"The one I bought?" Geto asked, voicing his disgust with a click of his tongue when Nanami nodded.

"So it was the Zen'in, yeah?" Gojo muttered, lifting his head and slowly turning to look at the corpse again.

"Don't jump to conclusions," Nanami said, "The other Zen'in were already gone when we found them and it had been nearly an hour since they were knocked out."

"And he was still alive when he came here." Geto added, "It may not have been intentional."

"Bet they fucking tried to finish him off." Gojo spat, picking the tile out of his knuckles as the wounds healed themselves, "Shit heads. We don't kill if we don't have to. None of them died."

"Again, don't jump to conclusions." Nanami said, turning to Gojo, "Keep yourself calm. If you jump the gun on this it could cause an enormous problem for all of us."

Nanami walked over to the sink, washing his hands before he dried them on a paper towel. Tossing it in the bin, he headed towards the door to leave the morgue. Geto's eyes followed him and before he turned the knob the dark haired man asked, "Where are you off to?"

"I was going to inform Fumiya's next of kin," Nanami said, then glanced over his shoulder at Geto, "Is this a problem?"

Geto shook his head, "No. Just curious."

Nanami stared at Geto for a moment before he nodded and opened the door. He stepped aside as Yaga came into the room then left with a polite bow to his leader.

"Damn." Yaga said in a deep sigh, lifting his sunglasses to look at the body on the table, "Young Fumiya. Such a shame. He was a good kid."

"The Zen'in did it." Gojo grunted, "I want to get revenge."

"Don't act rashly." Yaga said quietly, "I know you're upset, but acting too quickly could cause trouble." He looked at Geto, "Let's put the drug investigation on hold for now until we understand what happened here. Talk to Itadori, Hakari and Panda for me. I'll speak with Naobito and we'll see if we can get this sorted without any more bloodshed."

Gojo let out a frustrated sigh, kicking a metal chair aside as he grabbed his jacket from the back. He marched towards the door, a scowl etched on his face. His emotions of guilt and anger were evident, overshadowing the sadness he felt deep down. He had a habit of getting close to new recruits quickly, mentoring them and cherishing their presence. Losing one hit him hard.

Out the door he went, slamming the door behind.

"Have someone watch him." Yaga said softly, "I'm worried he's going to do something drastic."

Geto nodded, "Yes, sir."

Geto made sure to tread lightly as he followed his best friend. Gojo seemed on edge, ready to explode at any moment. Once inside his bedroom, Gojo shot Geto a glare before disappearing from view.

"Satoru," Geto sighed, "Why don't we go get a drink tonight? We'll drink for Fumiya, hmm? Have a nice easy night."

Gojo didn't answer at first. Then after a moment the door cracked open, "Fine."

"That's the spirit!" Geto said brightly, "Why don't you get some sleep then? I'll take care of talking to the boys. I'll come get you when it's evening."

Gojo gave a quick, feeble nod and gently shut the door. Geto could hear the faint sound of Gojo's footsteps as he made his way to bed, followed by a creak. Letting out a sigh, Geto turned and headed towards the infirmary.

Hani hunched over a metal bucket, catching his breath. Using a soft hand towel, he wiped his lips and dry heaved the dark liquid in short bursts. He signaled to Geto with a finger before spitting out more of the thick goop. After clearing his throat, he managed a weak smile.

"Hey, what's going on, sir?" Hani rasped out.

"Just coming to talk to the boys. Carry on." Geto said with a smile. He reached into his pocket, handing over a few hard candies that Hani gratefully took.

Geto moved past the white curtains to find Itadori just finishing buttoning up his white dress shirt. The young man smiled a little, though it was obvious he'd recently cried. Hakari was facing away, his arms on his knees and his head down. Panda's gaze was fixed on the distance, his fluffy body slumped.

"I'm so sorry, boys." Geto said softly, "I'm sorry that we failed you this time. We should have come with. What happened to Fumiya was not your fault."

"It was our fault." Hakari grunted, "I fucked up, boss. I should have waited for backup."

"I should have tried harder to get you to listen." Itadori muttered, "I should have been better in the fight."

Panda said nothing, only sniffling and wiping his snout on his arm.

"Don't talk like that." Geto said, shaking his head, "It's easy to get caught up in what could have happened or what you should have done. What happened was not your fault." He smiled, patting Itadori's shoulder, "Now, let's move forward. We're going to get to the bottom of this, alright? Tell me everything."

The three of them explained the story, from meeting up to when they were last conscious. Geto waited until they were done before he said, "Ah, so it must have been Toji."

"Toji?" Itadori asked, "Who's that?"

"He's a member of the Zen'in." Geto explained, "He has absolutely no cursed energy, so you wouldn't have been able to sense him."

"That's true." Hakari said, standing up and stretching his back, "He came outta nowhere, that guy. And he took us out so easily."

Geto nodded, "He's certainly no one to be trifled with. Don't feel bad about a loss versus him. He would have been difficult even for me."

"So... What now?" Panda asked quietly, "Are we going after the Zen'in?"

"First we're going to find out what happened." Geto explained, "We can't make an assumption. This is a delicate situation between our groups that could escalate much too far."

"But if it was the Zen'in..." Hakari muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Geto nodded, "Yes. If it was the Zen'in we will get our retribution."

"Alright. What's the plan then?" Itadori said, his eyes flaring with determination, "I want to find out. For Fumiya."

"The first thing is that you three need some rest. Real rest, not hospital room rest. Go home. Get some good sleep. That's an order." Geto said with a smile, "I'll be going out with Satoru tonight and I'll gather some information. Yaga is going to speak with Naobito tonight as well. We'll have an answer tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." All three of them answered.

Geto stopped by Hani again, watching as the man shook his dreads back out of his face. He patted at the beads of sweat on his forehead with his washcloth, then sighed heavily before glancing up at Geto.

"Anything strange in the cycled energy?" Geto asked.

Hani shook his head, "No. No poisons or drugs either," he gestured to the bucket full of black fluid, "It's just pure cursed energy residuals in there."

Geto glanced into the bucket and grimaced. He was all too familiar with the flavor of curses. Hani was a kindred spirit in that regard. His healing technique basically filtered out damage caused by cursed energy and forced him to regurgitate it. Slower than RCT, but it also worked on poisons and illness.

"Well, good work." Geto said with a smile, "Want to join Gojo and I tonight for a drink?"

"Ah, sure. Why not." Hani said with a nod, "It's been quite a while since the three of us went out."

"Wonderful." Geto said, "I'll come get you this evening then. I've got a few more things to take care of and Satoru is resting."

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The sun set on Shinjuku, leaving the neon wonderland in its wake. The streets buzzed with the hum of life, a chaotic symphony of humanity. But tonight, there was an uninvited guest. A fog, dark and thick like the breath of a dragon, crept through the alleys and around the high-rises. It slithered between the flashing lights, curling around the legs of oblivious passersby.

This fog wasn't the usual city mist. It had weight, substance. It moved with a purpose, rolling in like smoke from a gun barrel, sinister and silent. Shadows danced on the slick pavement, but no one seemed to notice. They laughed, they yelled, they hurried along their way, blind to the creeping darkness.

The fog wrapped itself around the base of skyscrapers, coiled up the sides of neon billboards. It lingered in doorways, snuck into subway grates. The city was alive, but the fog brought a deathly hush. It was as if the night itself had grown teeth and was stalking its prey, unseen and unchallenged.

Shinjuku, beat on unaware. But something lurked in the mist. Something that watched. Something that waited.

The cursed spirits stirred. They sensed the fog before it even touched the ground, a harbinger of something powerful and malevolent.

In the dim corners of Golden Gai, the spirits whispered among themselves. They were barely more than shadows, flickering in and out of existence, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. The fog wove through the narrow alleys, curling around their forms, and they shivered in anticipation. This was no ordinary mist; it was an invitation, a call to something darker than the usual nightly hauntings.

From Kabukicho to the underground tunnels, the spirits buzzed with excitement. The fog's tendrils reached into every hidden nook, waking those who had slumbered for centuries. They could feel its power, its promise of chaos and upheaval. It was like a long-lost friend, returning with secrets to share and havoc to wreak.

The cursed spirits watched the oblivious humans, their laughter and ignorance a stark contrast to the impending doom the spirits sensed. They reveled in the irony, their excitement growing with each passing moment. Whatever the fog heralded, it was something that promised to tip the balance, to shatter the mundane into shards of terror and delight.

In the heart of the fog, something ancient and wicked began to stir. The spirits gathered, their forms coalescing into a mass of dark anticipation. They knew something the humans did not, something that made their darkened hearts race. The fog was not just a visitor; it was a prelude to a night that Shinjuku would never forget. And the spirits, ever hungry for fear and chaos, were ready to embrace it.

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pit babe ep 12 stray thoughts

- kentapeteway here we goooo. oh OH??? i need so much more of them you dont understand

- peteway really hitting like pete just wants to help them get out 😕

- this sad ass guitar plucking

- PETE CAN READ MINDS HIM AND WAY ARE LIKE FUCJING FOILS

- peteway really hitting might have to pop over to ao3

- WHO IS TONY GONNA SELL

- jeff’s “aww you’re not too old to give it your all” mdmdjentjrj

- does x hunter have no money cause alan lives alone in a mansion, be honest

- the way north looks at sonic makes me want to eat my computer. he’s constantly shooting his shot good for him

- these absolute clowns. throwing apples at him then bringing up charlie like do you want him to be miserable lmao

- babe’s having kitty thoughts rn isn’t he

- kim being dragged around like the distant cousin who came to see is taking me out i love this lil group NOT THE CHASE

- i’m obsessed with the piano track playing during this conversation does anyone know if they released which instrumentals they use in the soundtrack

- jeff getting kidnapped AGAIN is wild

- idk how i feel about the zipper on kenta’s outfit it looks uncomfy. oh is he having a change of heart? kenta growth moment?? oh no tony saw. his desperate ass is calling winner isnt he....

- pete and way trying their hardest to convince babe kenta can change vs kenta walking in and vowing not to change lol

- will not be commenting on kenta and how he was raised or the cycle or the way he looks at tony or or or or

- he got kenta on the floor crying TONY YOU WILL CRUMBLE

- not the “i’ve never seen you as a son i raised you as a dog” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

- winners cringe ass is here, someone needed to show him kindness or maybe have gay sex with him and let him have control in a safe environment idk i just know he’s not gonna make it more than a few hours god it’s getting desperate for these guys

- i’m really loving way after losing everything, like this man has changed at a fundamental level i dont know what he'll do next i dont know if he knows what he'll do next he has lost himself he has found the person he thought was gone forever....

- DID WINNER MAKE YHR NOISE OF THE CAR DOOR OPENING HELPP DJEJDJJKEKSK

- and he’s a bulls fan ekejjrjriekek

- why is way just standing there watching babe get his ass kicked go mind control

- kim off to the side sadly staring in space while everyone else talks is so funny to me

- babe and pete in sweats for their heist vs way in his fashion jacket

- winner shut up tony is gonna throttle you

- babe rotting from the inside over missing charlie:

way and his loafers: what are we

- i love tony’s little baby hairs im sorry but they’re kinda hot….

- if Pete and way try hard enough can they explode tony with their minds, like if they work as a team

- babe always getting his head smashed like he should just wear his raceing helmet all the time

ahhhh things are going down next ep!!!!!

[ladyeyrewrites]

Feelings Hurled Like Hand Grenades

Read from Chapter One

Rated M

3493 words

TW: discussion of alcoholism

Chapter Nine: Maybe It Wasn't So Bad

Was it weird that Mikey felt underdressed at a Fourth of July cookout?

Most definitely, especially given that he was dressed nearly identically to ever other guy here. But there was something about putting together an outfit that always helped Mikey’s anxiety. Maybe it was like putting on a costume, a mask he could hide behind, and he just couldn’t gather much enthusiasm for his tee shirt and shorts combo. Like what kind of a costume was that: average Joe? Much easier to shield himself behind the wool of a blazer than the flimsy cotton of a tee shirt.

“Relax, Mikey,” Tommy hissed in his ear as he guided Mikey and the kids out onto the crowded back patio, leaving Buck and Gina to follow behind them. “They’re just people.”

Mikey glared at his older brother, trying to think of some sort of clever comeback that properly expressed his nerves and how “they’re just people” wasn’t actually a helpful statement, but before his brain could feed words to his tongue, Tommy was leaning down to talk to the girls.

“Hey, let me introduce you to the other kids,” Tommy said and then he fucking left Mikey standing alone on a patio full of suspiciously good looking strangers and God it made Mikey want a drink, something to ease the social awkwardness, to loosen him up a bit, to stir up enough courage that he’d be able to walk up to one of these people and talk and not come off like an absolute moron.

But Tommy was just trying to be a good uncle, making sure the girls were comfortable and wasn’t it a relief that the girls thought Tommy was cool? So cool that Annie seemed a little less angry with Mikey now. Though she still had moments of temper. At least she was talking with him again.

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Annie especially had been excited to have a gay uncle she could brag about to her friends at school, though Mikey had had to explain to her – after talking it over at one of his PFLAG meetings and working through some talking points – that Tommy wasn’t like the folks on RuPaul’s Drag Race and that there was more than one type of gay person just like not all straight people were exactly the same. That some were masculine and some were feminine and a lot of people fell somewhere in between, but that Tommy was definitely masculine and wouldn’t be able to give her any makeup tips as far as Mikey was aware, which Mikey was secretly grateful for because he was not ready for his little girl to grow up to the point where she went around sporting a full face of make-up. Not that there was anything wrong with girls – or guys or nonbinary people – wanting to do make-up, it was just that Mikey wanted her to stay a little girl a little longer. Maybe it was something about wanting to feel needed.

Which he should probably discuss with his therapist at their next session.

Anyway, once Annie had learned Tommy flew helicopters and played basketball like she did (the basketball, not the helicopters) Tommy was launched into a new spectrum of coolness. And she’d kept pestering Mikey about when they’d be able to see Tommy again. With the craziness around the end of the school year and Tommy’s work schedule, it was hard to work something out, but the Fourth of July had someone been available for all of them, except for Maggie who had to work a shift. Which is why Mikey had brought Aunt Gina in for reinforcements.

Cassie, who was usually pretty shy around strangers, had immediately latched onto Buck, who Mikey had been surprised to learn, was really good with kids, like spontaneously-co-opt-Mikey��s-kitchen-to-teach-Cassie-how-to-bake-her-favourite-cookies good with kids. For the first time, Mikey’s shitty apartment had felt like something resembling home.

Mikey chewed his lip while Tommy took the girls over to join the mismatched group of kids running through the yard. There was a girl around Cassie’s age who looked at least part East Asian, a black girl Annie’s age and a couple of teenaged boys one with crutches and the other with tight curls that fell to his shoulders. They all seemed to get along really well which reminded Mikey a bit of family holidays growing up, only in that case all the kids had stuck together to avoid the adults which didn’t seem to be the case here.

No, everybody across all generations seemed to genuinely get along, there was no sense of simmering tension waiting to break, no fight hiding just beyond the horizon. Mikey didn’t know if he could trust that.

“You look like you could use a club soda,” said the man at the grill.

It took Mikey a moment to realise the man was talking to him. “How’d you know?” he asked. Most people would have said he looked like he needed a drink, but this man had specified a non-alcoholic beverage which meant that he somehow either knew or suspected that Mikey was sober. Was there some sort of vibe Mikey gave off “Look at me, I’m an alcoholic!”

Mikey frowned. “How’d you know?” he asked the man who was nursing what a can of iced tea.

“I’ve seen that look in the mirror too many times not to recognise it on someone else.” The man gestured with the grilling tongs to a large cooler chest by the food table. “Help yourself.”

Ah, so a fellow addict then. Maybe this was Buck’s boss? The one Buck had said he’d introduce Mikey to. Mikey saw no reason not to help himself to a soda. At least having something to hold in his hand would make him feel less awkward. “You must be Mr Nash,” said Mikey. “Or is it Captain?”

“Just Bobby’s fine,” he said with a smile. He put down the tongs and offered his hand to Mikey. “You must be Tommy’s brother.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Mikey.” He shook the offered hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mikey,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Mikey had no idea where to begin. Did he start with what he did for a living? That he was a dad? Divorced? Was it appropriate to tell someone you’d just met about your journey through alcoholism? “You’re right, I was thinking about drinking,” he blurted out.

If Bobby was surprised at a virtual stranger getting way too personal way too quickly, he didn’t let it show. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked. He beckoned Mikey closer with the tongs.

Mikey approached and as Bobby flipped some sausages on the grill, Mikey spilled his guts. He laid his entire life story out while Bobby worked the grill, pausing only when Buck came out with a platter of chicken wings or when various people stopped by the grill to snag a burger or a steak or a sausage or the meatless versions thereof.

“Does it ever go away? That craving” he asked as Bobby handed him a plate with a sausage on it and steered him towards a table spread with sides and condiments. He knew the answer from his meetings, but Bobby seemed like he had his shit together. Maybe things were different for him.

“I take it a day at a time,” said Bobby. “Some days are easier than others. Some days, there’s a call that just triggers the craving and I have to remind myself that taking that drink isn’t worth it and it isn’t going to fix anything. That whatever short-term relief it may bring will only make more problems in the long term. What did you want it to fix today?”

“Me,” Mikey admitted. He wasn’t sure if it made him feel better or worse that a solid-seeming guy like Bobby still had moments of almost giving in. “I’m no good at these sorts of things. I mean sure I can talk, but I talk too much, and I can’t do small talk to save my life. But when I drink, I don’t have to be myself and it’s all so much easier.”

“Until it’s not,” said Bobby.

“Yeah,” said Mikey.

Bobby guided Mikey away from the food table towards a quiet portion of the patio. “Have you considered that maybe being yourself isn’t a problem?”

1998

Mikey was ten years old and hiding in the closet like a baby.

“It’s okay to cry,” Mom said from the other side of the closet door. She wouldn’t open it until he gave her permission and he didn’t want her to see him acting like a baby.

“He’ll hear,” said Mikey, voice wobbly.

“He’s watching the game with Tony,” said Mom. “He won’t hear anything.”

“He hates me,” said Mikey. Dad had shouted at him to shut up at the dinner table because Mikey had been telling them about this new thing called Google his computer club teacher had told him about and Mikey had gotten excited and maybe his voice had gotten a little too loud. He couldn’t help it.

“He doesn’t hate you,” Mom said. “Your dad,” she sighed, “I know he’s not an easy man, but he does know how to love, deep down. It’s just that he thinks showing love is the same as showing weakness, but it’s not.”

He heard Mom shift outside the closet door and he wanted to see her face so he nudged the closet door open with his foot.

Mom smiled softly at him and scooted closer to him until her knees were almost touching his. Mom took his hands in hers. “Love is strength, Mikey. Never forget that.”

“He wishes I was different,” said Mikey. “Maybe if I wasn’t me, he’d love me.”

“Don’t say that,” said Mom, almost like she was angry at him for saying it. Mom never got angry, except with Dad. Mikey was so useless that he’d made Mom angry.

“I love you, Mikey, just the way you are,” Mom said. “And I’d be sad if you were anybody else because then you wouldn’t be my baby. My super smart, creative, passionate baby boy.”

And then she scooped Mikey into one of those hugs she gave where it felt like she was hugging him deep down in his bones and maybe it wasn’t so bad to be himself.

2025

“My mom said something similar once,” said Mikey. “I’d forgotten.” The alcohol, it seemed, had hazed as much of the good times as it had the bad. Or maybe, after Mom died, he’d started believing everything Dad had to say about how useless he was.

“Tommy never really talks about her,” said Bobby. “Buck told me some. From what I understand, it wasn’t peaceful.”

Mikey shook his head. “It was awful.” He sniffed back a sudden tear. God, he was such a mess, spilling his guts like he was at a meeting and now on the verge of crying over his mom who’d been dead and buried for over twenty-three years. “Sorry, to be a party pooper.”

“Hey, I don’t mind,” said Bobby. “Get togethers like this can stir up memories whether you want them to or not. Christmas and Easter are always hard for me. They make me miss my kids. Having Athena and my step kids helps, but nothing will ever be able to replace the family I lost.”

And on that bombshell, someone called Bobby away and Mikey was left standing to one side of the patio with an uneaten burger in one hand and a warm soda in the other.

A woman with a beachy blonde bob and a golden glow to her skin sidled up to him. “You doing Dry July too?” she asked, raising her own soft drink bottle.

“I’m an alcoholic,” said Mikey.

The woman seemed unphased by his admission. “Mind if I hang out with you and not drink?” she asked.

“Go for it,” said Mikey.

“Thanks.” She leaned up against the side of the house in an effortlessly cool way.

“You a firefighter?” Mikey asked.

“Lucy Donato, air support,” she offered a hand and Mikey had to awkwardly shift his drink into the same hand as his burger so he could do the socially acceptable thing and shake her hand.

“You work with my brother,” said Mikey, trying to think if Tommy had mentioned a Lucy at all. He didn’t think Tommy had. “I’m Mikey Kinard.”

“No way!” Lucy grinned and okay, she had a killer smile. “Tommy’s my boy, man! You know, he was really freaking out about reconnecting with you guys.”

“Really?” Mikey scanned the crowded patio until he caught sight of Tommy and Evan introducing Aunt Gina to a brunette woman bouncing a baby on her hip and an Asian man. Mikey thought he recognised them as Buck’s sister and brother-in-law from some of the pictures Buck had shared. It was hard to picture this version of Tommy – calm, relaxed, happy – freaking out about anything. Even as a kid, Tommy had been pretty stoic, always putting on a brave face for Mikey and Tony now that Mikey thought about it. The only time Mikey had really seen Tommy afraid was that day in the hospital.

“Yeah.” Lucy sighed. “I know he seems all big and brave and tough, but there’s a lot going on under the surface that he doesn’t talk about much. Anyway, enough about your brother; tell me about yourself,” Lucy favoured him with another one of her perfect smiles. “You’re in tech right? Or was it accounting?”

Mikey laughed. “I, uh, developed a software for accounting,” he said. “A lot of people get confused.” This was definitely not the time to get into the intricacies of his work. Lucy was probably just trying to be polite.

“Not gonna lie, that sounds boring as hell,” said Lucy. “No offense.”

Mikey chuckled. “Yeah, it’s definitely nowhere near as exciting as jumping in and out of helicopters for a living or saving people from fires, but I like it. I was really into computers as a kid, not that we could afford one, but we had a club at school, and the teacher was super supportive. Which my dad was not. It kinda started as an escape and then I realised I could make it into a job.”

“Hey, I think it’s awesome that you can do what you’re passionate about,” said Lucy. “Helluva lot safer that what the rest of us do, that’s for sure.”

“You ever think about quitting?” Mikey asked. “Trading it in for a desk job?” Was that too personal?

“Not a chance,” Lucy shook her head, the afternoon light glinting off her golden hair. “This job’ll either kill me or they’ll have to force me out. Although, I would like to make Captain someday, work my way up the ranks. That’ll definitely mean more desk work and less field work.”

“But I don’t imagine there are a lot of women in the upper ranks of the LAFD,” said Mikey.

“And you’d be right,” said Lucy. “I mean, it’s so much better than it was, but there are really only two types of women who make it in this job: those of us who can hang with the guys to the point where they forget we’re women or people like Hen who are so unapologetically themselves that people have no choice but to get over it or leave.”

Just then, a tall, thin Indian guy wandered by with a plate piled high with every possible food item on offer. “Hey Ravi, they stop feeding you or something?” Lucy called.

“I’ve been on B shift mostly these days,” said Ravi. “I mean, kinda love how low key those guys are, but I miss Bobby’s cooking. And apparently Buck’s been on this baking kick, and I still haven’t managed to score anything cuz A shift keeps eating it all.”

“Ooh, you’re really missing out,” said Lucy. “Tommy’s brought some stuff in and let me tell you, I have never been more grateful for Buck deciding to bake his own wedding cake and his need to test out every possible cake recipe beforehand.”

“So, you work with Buck?” Mikey asked, trying to string together how everyone knew each other. He too had been a recipient of Buck’s cake experiments and all of it had been absolutely delicious, but apparently Buck wasn’t completely happy with the texture. At first Mikey had been confused because he’d thought they were going to order a cake, but then they’d gotten a few quotes, and Buck had decided he could make something passible for a hell of a lot less money.

Ravi got a look on his face that Mikey couldn’t quite interpret, maybe something akin to fear, but why would Ravi be afraid of Buck. From every interaction Mikey had had with the guy, Buck was pretty easy going. “Uh, sometimes, yeah,” said Ravi. “He trained me during my probationary year, and let me tell you, it was traumatising.” Ravi visibly shivered.

Mikey’s confusion must have shown on his face because Lucy leaned in and said, “Buck can get pretty intense on the job.”

“He once chased me around the station with a chainsaw,” said Ravi. “Ended up having to hide in Cap’s office.”

“Should I be worried about Tommy?” Mikey asked.

Lucy laughed and gently punched his shoulder. “You should be worried about everyone but Tommy, when it comes to Buck,” she said. “Anyway, Ravi, this is Tommy’s brother Mikey, Mikey this is Ravi.”

And after that, they settled into a fairly easy conversation that ended in Mikey having to politely turn down Ravi’s offer to lease him an apartment if he ever decided to move down to LA, but Mikey couldn’t imagine moving that far away from the girls.

#

“Did you have fun?” Mikey asked the girls when they got to their hotel room after the party. Cassie was pretty much asleep on her feet and Aunt Gina hustled her into the bathroom to help her get ready for bed even though she was old enough to not really need help anymore.

Annie nodded. “I’m glad Uncle Tommy’s back,” she said. “That was the best Fourth of July ever. I wish Mom could have come.”

And that stung a little, the reminder that even though Mikey was trying, and things were getting better, they would never be the same again. “Me too,” he said. “And hey, maybe next year we can all come down together.”

“Really?” Annie asked. “Can’t we come sooner? I want to hang out with Denny again. He was really cool.”

“I’ll talk to your mom and see what we can do,” he said. There was also Tommy and Buck’s wedding coming up in a few months, but Mikey didn’t want to make any promises on that front until he was absolutely sure that this whole brotherly bonding thing wasn’t going to blow up in his face. Sure, things seemed to be going well right now, but there was pretty of time for Mikey to fuck things up.

“Daddy? Who was that pretty lady you were talking to?” Cassie asked as Mikey tucked her in on the pull-out couch. “Is she your girlfriend?”

Mikey almost choked on nothing. “No, she’s not my girlfriend,” said Mikey. “She’s a friend of your Uncle Tommy.” He hadn’t really talked to the girls about the prospect of him starting to date again and how they’d feel about it. Not that he was ready to date yet. He had a lot of work to do on himself first. But maybe they could have a conversation. “Would you be okay if I did get a girlfriend?”

Cassie frowned in thought. “I think so,” she said. “If she’s nice and you don’t get into fights.”

“Okay,” said Mikey. “Annie, what do you think?” He turned to his older daughter who was scowling.

“Why can’t you and mom get back together?” Annie asked.

Mikey sighed. He and Maggie had had this conversation with the girls before, but it clearly hadn’t stuck. “I love your mom,” he said. “I’ll always love her, but I hurt her and I’m never going to be able to make up for that. If your mom and I got back together, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us. She’d always be afraid of me hurting her again and I’d always be trying to make it up to her and that’s not a healthy relationship to have.” Mikey paused. “Do you understand that?”

Annie nodded. “I guess.”

“Would you be upset if I started dating again?” Mikey asked.

Annie sighed. “I guess if she was cool enough, it’d be okay.”

Mikey had a brief moment of wondering if Lucy Donato counted as “cool enough” for Annie, but quickly banished the thought. Lucy was just being friendly with her coworker’s little brother. He shouldn’t read anything into the way she’d smiled.

Besides, he really wasn’t ready to start dating again.

[maybeintimeyoullwanttobemine]

Feeling Good (Lady Dimitrescu x Fem reader) part 2

WARNINGS: Fluff, kinda spicy, dirty talk, blood

You inhaled deeply before knocking on the door of your mistress. You were nervous. VERY nervous. You fiddled with your dress until you heard the sound of heels clicking on the ground. The door opened and the large lady kneeled down, smiling.

"You remembered" she said, smiling at you. You blushed and nodded "yeah, of course!" You replied, trying to make it not obvious that you're having a full on gay panic.

She stood up and moved to the side. "Please, come in". You nod and walk in. You gulp as she closes the door and locks it. She walks over to her chair, sitting down. "Come here, pet. Sit on my lap" she instructed. You froze. Why is she treating you this way??? She cleared her throat. "Oh uhm, sorry" you say, walking up to her and trying to climb up.

You couldn't get up on your own. The chair (and Alcina) were way too tall for you. "Need help, draga?". You nod, watching her scoop you up in her arms, and lift you up. Her arms were cold, yet warm. Cold as in the temprature, but warm as in the feeling of being close to your mistress.

She placed you on her lap so you faced her, your face now completely red. "Oh, draga mea. All flustered, hmm?" She whispered. You hid your face. "M-mistress. You said you had something for me?" You asked, feeling your skin tingle as she caressed your face.

"Oh yes. Thank you for reminding me" she responded after spending a good 15 seconds just gazing into your eyes. She shuffled in her seat and pulled the handle to her drawer. There was small bag. She handed it to you, smiling. You smiled back. "Thank you, my lady!" You thanked her. "I noticed that you love to read. This little bag can hold books, plus other items." She said.

"With all due respect, why do I deserve this?" You ask, puzzled. Why would the mistress give you presents? Why would she be admiring you like this? "Because you're special to me, draga. Out of all the maids, it's always you who works the hardest. And my daughters just adore you" she praised, inching her face closer to yours.

"My lady, I'm simply just doing my job" you whispered. "I know, and I want you to know you're doing great at it" she replied, your lips inches apart. "What will the other maids say?" You asked. You're heart raced and you felt your heat throb. "Don't worry about them draga" she smirked. She paused. "My my, sweetling. Are we that excited already?" She asked. You froze yet again. "W-what do you mean?" You asked, worried. "Honey, I can smell your sweet juices" she answered, biting her lip.

Your lips locked in an aggressive, yet passionate kiss. She picked you up, your legs around her waist, and threw you on the bed. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" She growled, kissing and nipping at your neck. All you could respond with was a whine.

"Draga, may I?" She asks, dragging her fangs along your neck. You tilt your head for better access. "Y-yes. Just please be gentle" you tell her. She sinks her fangs in, not to deeply. You let out a groans as she sucks your blood, quickly soothing the spot with a lick over the marks. You let out a moan.

"Are you okay? Did I take to much?" She asked. "I'm okay" you respond, holding your hands out and resting your hands on each side of her face. Just as she leans in to kiss you, you hear something smash downstairs.

Your mistress growls in frustration. "I suppose we'll have to continue this some other time" she frowned. You sat up and pouted. "Please head back to your chambers while I get this sorted out" she asks.

You nod and walk out, turning back again to talk to her. "Uh, thank you... for that" you stammer, face still red. "Any time, draga" she smirked, before storming downstairs.

You flop on your bed and cover yourself up with blankets. And quickly fall asleep, wishing you were beside your mistress.

[ericsonclan]

Babe, Wake Up, It’s Pride Month

Summary: Clementine gets a friendly call from Duck kicking off Pride Month.

Word Count: 924

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Clementine yawned as she started to make her way towards the bed. She was ready to get under the covers and watch the latest episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race with Louis. Her husband was currently completely absorbed in whatever was on his phone. He kept typing away while Clementine got into bed and kissed him on the cheek.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Getting the text ready for midnight.” Louis mumbled and before Clementine could say anything he spoke again. “It’s time! Send!” He whacked his thumb against his phone then went back to frantically typing. “Aasim, you’re next!”

Clementine’s lips parted, ready to ask what was on his mind when suddenly her phone started to ring. With a quick glance she saw who it was.

“Hey, Duck,”

“Happy Pride! How’s my favorite bi doing? Feeling gay? Because I sure do!” His voice blew up her phone, making Clementine hold it back from her ear.

“Hell yeah I’m feeling gay! And happy pride to you too,” She glanced over and saw the mountain of a text her husband was preparing. That’s why he was so glued to his phone. “So, you just calling to say ‘gay rights’ or are you wanting to party?”

“Seriously?!?! Hell yeah! Yo, Knox, wanna party at Clem and Louis’?”

Clementine could hear Duck’s partner say something but it was too quiet to tell what.

“Tell Oakley we won’t be too loud,” Clementine added.

“Okay, they said yes anyway but I’ll let them know! I gotta call one more person and then the pan squad will be there!”

Duck hung up without another word and Clementine shook her head. Oh yeah - maybe she should make a few more calls.

Violet grumbled as she kept hearing her phone ding with texts. She tried her best to ignore it and instead burrowed her face further into the crook of Prisha’s neck. She knew what those texts were gonna be. Pride celebrations could wait; all she wanted to do right now was be with her wife. Fate didn’t seem to agree with those plans though as there was a knock on their front door. Violet sighed but ignored it until it kept going and going.

“Mmm, what’s that sound?” Prisha mumbled as she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. Whoever’s there is gonna go away,” But Violet was proven wrong when the knocking continued.

“I’ll go check who it is,” Prisha slipped out of bed before Violet could say otherwise and blindly wandered through the apartment. She double checked to make sure her pepper spray was within reach if worst came to worst. Unlocking the door, she opened it and was immediately surprised when colorful confetti of pinks, oranges and white hit her directly in the face.

“Happy Pride, ya gay!” Renata beamed at Prisha who looked completely exhausted and confused. Her feelings only deepened as Sophie popped her head into view.

“Whoa! Congrats on being gay!” Sophie blew into a rainbow party horn causing it to shoot out and whack Prisha in the forehead.

“Why are you two here at three in the morning?”

“Because it’s Pride Month! Now we gotta hurry - to the Everett household!’ Renata declared then was off like a shot with Sophie right behind. Prisha stood there for a moment then silently closed the door. It was too early in the morning to deal with this.

“Minnie, Min!”

Minnie heard her wife’s voice as she was shaken awake.

“Babe, wake up, it’s Pride month!”

Minnie groggily opened her eyes and saw Renata’s bright smile.

“Yay! You’re finally awake!’ Renata started to kiss all over Minnie’s face while the ginger started to wake up.”

“Ren, what time is it?” Minnie looked over at the clock and saw that it was five AM. Way earlier than Renata usually got up but not so much for her.

“Come on, we gotta go!” Renata pulled at Minnie who was still waking up.

“What? Where?”

“To the first of many celebrations!” Renata wiggled her eyebrows playfully then kept pulling her wife along. It took Minnie a while before she realized they were heading to her old family house. When she arrived she was met with a flurry of confetti to her face.

“WOOO! You’re gay!” Sophie grinned then disappeared back into the kitchen. Minnie followed behind Renata who was busy helping Tenn make colorful pride pancakes.

“Hey there, Firefly,” Walter walked over and gave his daughter a hug. “Happy pride,”

“Thanks,” Minnie was still a bit groggy. “Oh yeah, happy pride,” She watched as her dad let go of the hug and wandered back into the kitchen.

“Matthew, we’re gonna need some more coffee,”

“You got it!”

Minnie watched her family for a minute before she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Glancing down she saw that she had a ton of texts with the most recent being from James. As she opened it she finally registered what it said.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈 I hope you have a great start to the month. Also I was wondering if you wanted to join me on a walk later today. I found a great new hiking spot

Minnie smiled down at the message then sent one back.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈 and yeah sounds good

She clicked through all the messages and worked to reply to some when she heard her wife’s voice again.

“Minipie, come on, you gotta celebrate too!”

“Okay, okay,” Minnie smiled then put her phone away. She could tell this was gonna be a great Pride month.

[respectthepetty]

Beloved RTP I must disagree, your recommendations are GREAT. I recently took your recommendation and watched Mama Gogo for Earth Pirapat thirst reasons and I had an AMAZING TIME WHAT A BANGER OF A SHOW

Anon, you write that, but I know what I like is trash. I'm going to live in my truth. I'm solely making decisions based on my hard requirements and VIBES:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally and figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

A show must give me two out of the four, which the ever-excellent Mama Gogo did (JOJO SUPREMACY!) but even when shows are great, like I Told Sunset About You, my petty ass won't recommend it based solely on my dislike of Teh. He is not a vibe. He is the opposite of a vibe. I don't know what the opposite of a vibe is, but he is it. And so is Ciaro from Gameboys. Just wrecking the vibe every time like a white man in khakis.

And no, I'm not making light of them crying. I'm horribly trying to explain that they were always the reason they were crying. It's hard to cheer for someone when they are the cause of all their problems, PHU!

So unlike others on this hellsite who can be objective, I'm over here in my tiny corner being the reason Phi Phi O’Hara yelled "Go back to Party City where you belong" in season 4 of RuPaul's Drag Race because I be straight clowning ALL THE TIME!

Case & Point:

I LOVED Hit, Bite, Love. Unironically. This show holds a 6.2 rating on MyDramaList. A majority of the most trusted voices in these BL Tumblr streets did not finish it. But for me, I ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus snacks on the weekend. This show fed me well. And if I really get a second season, I will be unstoppable!

Because pair that with Big Dragon, which holds a 7.3 rating, yet is getting a second season, I'm going to turn into the most annoying Disney villain, Darla from Finding Nemo, just tapping on the glass and shit making all of y'all miserable.

Once again, HIStory 4: Close to Me is my favorite HIStory! Y'all HIStory 3: Trapped exists, and I will still pick HIStory 4 every single damn time. HIStory 4 is rated a 7.6 while HIStory 3 holds an 8.4, but I don't give a flying fudge monkey because these are my stepbrothers in love, and you will have to pry them from my cold dead hands before I turn my back on them.

Homie, babe, mutual, sibling in BL-fandom, you don't want what I'm serving. I promise. I'm a dumpster fire.

My #1 show of 2022 was Love Mechanics because I see myself in smart sluts . . . and the dumb ones too.

Like 3oh!3 sang, "Don't trust a ho"

[toffyrats]

saw your bored post, gimme your best hcs abt racetrack and spot, and also jededaius (christ idk how to spell his name i did a wholeass paper on the man) and octavious :3

SPRACE AND JEDTAVIUS YIPPEE

okok i have so much rly random and specific stuff for them sprace especially

ok for sprace i’m gonna do some individually and then collectively

RACEEETRAAACKKK

-race is definitely the little love coach/gossip girl in the lodging house, he definitely picks up on every little hint of feelings between the boys (and bothers spot and jack with it). -for some odd reason i just. feel like race had a crush on davey at some point or at least found him attractive but he slowly turned into javid’s biggest supporter LMAO -he trusts albert with his life (bad idea). probably had to go through the “uh can i tell you about something” shit with him before he started dating spot. it rly stressed him out for a while but he’s good now albert’s fine race’s fine. -he and katherine were probably the first people davey told about liking jack, and he was so fucking exited about it on like an unhealthy level. davey asked him if he could keep a secret, let’s just say he didn’t. -actually like never smokes, just has the cigar bc it makes him look badass and allows him to do fancy flourishes with it at the end of every sentence. -that being said, he gives major theater kid vibes. -jack was his first friend, and crutchie kinda just joined the group later on. he’s the second youngest of the trio, and they consider eachother brothers.

spit concord

-gets no bitches. likes to think he does but doesn’t. race loves him for that honestly. -hotshot became a newsie before he did even though he’s slightly younger. he probably found spot in a trashcan somewhere and dragged him back against his will -they’re besties i’m here for it -huge dog person. i could see him stealing food and then giving it to some street dogs instead of feeding himself 😭 -can not down any amounts of alcohol ever without getting insanely drunk. one shot and he would pass out bro -hotshot was the first person he told about dating race, and he was NOT happy about that 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ -not because he’s homophobic just because he didn’t want to lose spot :(

SPRACE MY BELOVEDS

-race met spot at the races in brooklyn and nearly got beat up for being in his territory, but it was still love at first sight for both of them -so naturally, race came back the next day to say hi. they had like a normal conversation that time and settled on a compromise for race to be able to sell at the races but nowhere else. -they became pretty good friends and were still gay pining over eachother but theyre both dumbasses and didn't realize -race told jack about liking him, and jack nearly went all the way to brooklyn just to tell spot to keep his grubby paws off his brother -eventually they started dating, probably during or right after the strike -race still isn’t allowed to sell anywhere in brooklyn 💀 -race got caught in a storm once and spot forced him to stay in brooklyn for the night because he didn’t want him to get sick or cold (not that he would ever admit that ofc) race didn’t want to make jack worry, but he took it as an excuse to cuddle with spot so he did it anyways -race calls spot short all the time. like all the time. to the point where it’s annoying to everybody not just spot -cheek kisses, neck kisses, occasionally hand kisses but they’ve probably only kissed on the lips like once (they’re too panicky and nervous to do it again) -hotshot and jack are prolly like decent friends actually, just because they can bond over worrying for their gay little younger brothers

wow i love jededaius and octavious from the hit movie trilogy nihgt at tge musiem

i have like a lott LOTT less for them but let’s begin

-were never truly enemies, closer to rivals. they just felt like it was their duty to fight eachother and gave them something to do all night -octavius is a huge hopeless romantic, wrote a whole bunch of love poems about jedediah even before the feeling was mutual. jedediah eventually found them, good thing he can’t read, much less in latin 😀👍 -guYS PLEASE CAN YOU STOP MAKING THE WESTERNERS HOMOPHOBIC LET THEM BE HAPPY PLEASE (clearly they’re aware they’re museum exhibits so they’re definitely caught up on modern standards) -jed is asexual. yep -octavius literally cannot ride a horse idc if he’s a roman centurion he’s unable. that’s why they use the rc car instead of jed’s horse -they have movie night with the other exhibits once a week, and they always cuddle together away from the others :) -jedediah is really cocky and arrogant most the time, but is really sweet and gentle with octavius. probably brags about him

ok that’s it 😭 ik it’s not a lot but

TY FOR THIS ASK!