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thecordelialetters · 3 months ago

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Homelander x Vampire! Reader

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Summary: There's nothing that taste better than the blood of the strongest supe in the world. Warning: Fem! reader insert, smut, explicit sex Wc: 1,778

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, your powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, you're powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

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"In that case. Continue." He stepped back slightly to undo the top of his suit and pulled it all the way down, letting his cock spring out for the bottom, slapping against his stomach. You were the worst double agent, but you were doing this for Annie, why not have some fun. You leaned against him, feeling him pressed on this stomach. You kissed his shoulder, opposite hand running down his chest. "So smell so good." His hand gripped your waist harder. You bit into his shoulder as he lifted you once more, legs going around his waist. His cock rubbed up against you, mouth moaning in your ear. You moved towards his neck again and bit the other side. Releasing your lips from his neck you pressed them against his, smothering the red liquid against him. He was such a passionate kisser, way better than any man you've ever dated. You broke the kiss only to shed your suit, blue eyes scanning every inch of your body. It was like you were the perfect specimen, not a flaw in sight, utterly beautiful. "I knew you'd be a great addition to the team." He said. You smirked in retaliation before sauntering to the bedroom. He followed, like a lost puppy and their owner. The bedroom was the same black and red color scheme, black silk sheets covered the bed, surrounded by dark wood furniture. There were red and white spider lily bouquets placed in vases throughout the room. There were way too many ornate vintage lamps. But the details didn't matter to you, not when Homelander was rubbing himself up and down your slit. He kissed your neck in a similar fashion as you, before slamming his hips against yours. There was no need to be soft, you two were the strongest in the world, and the sounds definitely proved it. The best rocked with each moment, the wood creaking from the pressure. He cried out loud as you bit his chest. His cock was pulsing as pushing in and out of you. He slammed into you again, the tension of the bed finally breaking and falling to the ground but that didn't stop him. Your pussy clenched around him. He grunted in your ear speeding up slightly before releasing his hot cum deep in you. He rolled off you and the two of you laid there panting filling the silence. You turned over to him with a smile, fang pushing out the bottom of your lips. "Again?"

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander x y/n #homelander x oc #the boys #the boys homelander #smut #fanfic #the boys tv

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tornoleander · 1 year ago

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I am told this is life as an artist.

This probably won’t affect the order, I do them much. Curious to know what you guys are most interested in seeing. There’s like 2 that won’t be skybound….

(Limited content)

#actually did spend a lot of time on it lmao #I know no one cares about the qualifications of a whimper but I CARE #plus the unnecessary editing + whimper counter CapCut hates me #but STILL you weren’t supposed to like it #shameless self promo #ninjago #ninjago poll #the men whimpering rewatch

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thecursedjazz · 7 months ago

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Postal 1 dude isn't evil (and is genuinely the most morally grounded and decent person we've actually met in the Postal Universe)

From what we gather he was living a very normal life prior to going crazy, not like the other dudes who go on senseless rampages when tasked with mundane everyday things. As Promo material does state he's a well educated and mannered person so it's only realistic that this man did have a genuine job and was generating a level of income prior to his decline in mental health and moving to Paradise.

And as stated before he is well mannered in the sense of being stated a "quiet nice boy" and "voted the most likely to succeed". From what we gather this guy was the text book example of a model citizen. The only "flaw" is that he kept referring to a girl he only dated once as his girlfriend but even then that could come down his delusions along with his lack of grip on reality causing him to genuinely think she's his girlfriend or the fact he's canonically quiet (as shown from the Promo material and also the fact that he doesn't actually physically speak AT ALL during the game) and most likely doesn't understand social ques as of it.

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But the most important thing is that he doesn't even have malicious intentions.

The very first thing he proposes after being "attacked" by "groups of lunatics trying to invade his home" is.....go the sherrif for help. The Dude didn't have any Intention to go on a murder spree, he'd rather of just went to the authorities like any other average Joe. The whole thing really tells us that he's not usually a violent person.

Even rewinding back to level one: the war journals (and Vince) did state that the Dude was entirely convinced that he was being attacked by group of lunatics, one of which even firing rockets at him, goes without saying that self defence is really the only option here.

Course it remains solely as self defence until the Dude reaches the train station, the significance being his war journal where he writes "if I can get out i can warn everybody...YES, I CAN WARN EVERYBODY!". The dudes goal has shifted into saving the country as a whole rather than himself which ultimately steers him into going to the air force to find out what has happened to cause the supposed hate plague. The dudes actions represent him more as selfless now with him now doing this in the bigger scheme of things rather than his own self preservation. If its not clear already: maniacs wouldn't care about warning/ saving people from a hate plague, Dude 2 most likely wouldn't give a shit and let it spread since he was totally cool with nuking the entirety of paradise and its innocent civilians.

Furthermore he openly states that he doesn't want to kill people. At the trailer park he writes that "There must be others like me, immune to this...germ warfare or whatever it is". Practically he's saying that he'd much rather run into some normal people instead of having to kill them, it's a stark contrast to the other dudes with the Postal 1 dude appearing as genuinely empathetic whereas the others will literally kill people for something as simple as waiting in line and afterwards not think anything of it.

Also very worth noting that when he enters the ghetto he mentions he's genuinely worried he'll get mugged, we're really getting the picture that he's literally just some normal ass guy with the idea of going to the rough side of town shakes him up.

(Even worth pointing out that only for the ghetto does he go back to calling it a diary like he's momentarily lost his soldier/war mentality at the thought of going into the rough side of town).

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So simple and short:

Postal 1 dudes literally just some average everyday guy (who's been through some really fucked up shit that's forever gonna remain unexplained beyond the veteran theory) who's trying to do the right thing but he's woefully misguided due to his deteriorating mental state as well as being possessed by an entity beyond his broken minds comprehension.

He's literally the complete opposite to every other postal dude (and if anything he's one of the most morally grounded people in the franchise as crazy as it is)

Oh and if this wasn't enough: rws did say on a twitter post that he's literally Just some average guy who's had some shitty days.

(I wrote this at 4am so soz if it's all over the place)

#postal 1 #postal dude #postal #postal 1 dude #running with scissors #postal redux

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biasbuck · 3 months ago

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BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Friday 13th everyone! Oh my gosh, two weeks to go, I'm so excited. Here's another round of the fic I've been reading when not actively losing my mind over all the buzzy promo landing. You can find previous rec lists here.

13 September 2024

the wayward son by @gayhoediaz had me GRIPPED. As the author summarises: 'Eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. That last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. Don’t ask him which.' The result of this is a scorchingly hot voyeuristic thrill ride with an absolutely aching emotional heart along as a passenger. I felt so much for Eddie as he self destructed and built himself back up again, truly throwing himself in at the deep end, and then Buck there to catch him when he falls. This fic gave me every emotion and was so incredibly satisfying. I already know it's gonna be one to go back to time and again.

had a feeling i could be someone by @butchdiaz of course I had to include the butch dyke Hotshots on XYZ inspired Eddie contemplating shaving her head fic. This one resonated with me so much, and was such a lovely take on the themes we're seeing in personhood and self actualisation and ownership of image versus what your parents intended for you. I love this character study of Eddie reclaiming her butch identity and expression, and Buck's sweet support in her journey. Make sure to check out the gorgeous fanart by @iinryer it was inspired by and it inspired if you haven't already seen it!

whatever you like by @clytemnestraaa 'hello mr performance anxiety meet mr desperate to please' sums it up perfectly. In which established relationship Eddie and Buck are having sex, but they still need to work on their communication. Buck wants to know what Eddie likes in order to give him that experience, but that's easier said than done when you're not really sure what exactly it is you want, or how to go about it. I really loved this exploration of a misalignment in sexual experience, the resulting cross purpose conversation, and the non-judgemental openhearted hand extended in order to find your way together. Or 'two 30-something men inexplicably put through an episode of Sex Education.' Sympathetic, sweet, and funny too.

But God, I love the English by @starlingbite this au tickled me for the sole reason of having watched several seasons of the show before someone told me Oliver is from London, and not having picked up on that accent slippage despite ALSO BEING FROM LONDON. Chimney and a British Buck take part in a six week cultural exchange programme with Chim going to London to stay with Maddie and work at a fire station, whilst Buck joins the 118 in LA. Eddie is instantly besotted by the handsome stranger, and fun linguistic hijinks aside, Buck fits right in. How will they manage long distance when it's time for him to go home? So much fun, and with sweet background Madney too!

it's leading me on, every time we touch by @bisexualbellamyblake in which after Eddie mentions to the team that he's having a little back trouble, Maddie lets slip that Buck once trained to be a massage therapist during his career jumping youth! As an almost certified professional of course it wouldn't be like Buck to not offer his services. And Eddie has no reason to turn him down. Does he? This oozed with sexual tension, whilst also being really lovely moment of friends getting to know each other better. Really excellent character voice and internal dialogue from Eddie.

all of the girls you loved before by @wildehacked back again with yet another banger...literally. Let me tell you, I read this one on public transport and had to school my expression with all my decades of fic reading experience in full force. Dragged out to team drinks on their evening off, the tipsy conversation turns to the team's top sexual experiences. When Buck finds out Eddie's is from years before, he can't help but dwell on just exactly how he could fix that. And he finds narrowing down his own top five a little tricky. With flashback cameos from Abby, Taylor and Tommy, this 5+1 fic was hot as hell.

P.S. Insert plea for Madney and Henren friendship/extended family fic here...I think I'm gonna need it! As usual feel free to self rec! And please share and reblog :) See you next week.

#biasbuck recs #buddie fic #buddie fic rec #buddie ficrec #911 fic #911 recs #911 ficrec

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king7doms · 5 months ago

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Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder.

Independent multi-muse feat. canon and original characters from A Song of Ice and Fire, Fire & Blood, and other GRRM related works.

#hotd rp #asoiaf rp #got rp #game of thrones rp #house of the dragon rp #period rp #a song of ice and fire rp #self promo / there are no men like me

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cupiidzbow · 10 months ago

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BHM PROMO! ✌🏽🌼

hi! im freddie! 🌼 you can also call me rudy or brooklyn! im a black trans gay self shipper, and i love to daydream about being in the arms of big silly men! some of the guys i like are up above, but here’s more! i love gushing about my dudes on here, i also draw bunch too! i love meeting new people, and i hope i can meet other self shippers out there!! 🫶🏽🧡

#divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more !#idk why im so shy rn. I feel like a scared animal 😭😭#um hi 😭😭🫶🏽#self ship #self ship promos #self shipping #bipoc self ship #black self ship #promos! ⭐️

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horizon-verizon · 3 months ago

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One thing I have noticed is how Jon’s stans want him to have this really powerful bond with Daenerys’ dragons but I have NEVER seen them talk that way about Daenerys and Ghost. You’ll see Stark fans theorize or make fanfiction/fanart of the Starks having her dragons or being part of the Three Heads or taking Daenerys’s prophecies but you’ll never see anyone claim Daenerys will warg Ghost or another direwolf. I couldn’t care less about the direwolves but I found that quite interesting.

Jonerys is all about co-opting Daenerys’ Targaryen identity for Jon. Or make it seems like they are both leaders, when in reality what Daenerys is doing in Essos, in Meereen, just stomps on EVERYTHING Jon does (did since he’s dead, murdered by his own men, lmao). It’s just just about giving Jon access to Daenerys’ dragons and groundbreaking accomplishments & storyline. Ship trash as hell, by shipping them (or pretending to because they are quick to throw Daenerys under the bus, they just want to use her as a self insert), Jon’s stans can elevate him through Daenerys.

From what I have also seen of the most of the Jon stanning Jonerys shippers so far, I must agree. Part of it is that in real life, men also can't be much of anything professionally nor domestically without leaching off of their female partners and family members, so of course we have people do the same with fictional characters. Apparently in the U.S. men are more likely to get promotions and shit when they have children or get married or even just move in with a woman whereas it's the reverse for women. Still, bc it's tacitly expected the woman would be the one performing much domestic labor and birthing children that "depend" on the man's income. You'd think BOTH would get the promo for the household to get even more $, but nah...bc women are the main consumers but also the expected ones to consistently consume products for their households, children, etc.

Aside from Nymeria and Ghost--the dogs themselves, but in the case of Nym, the relationship w/Arya, I am in anticipation of seeing again in the books--the direwolves of ASoIaF don't really intrigue me all that much. And it could be bc we haven't gone anywhere away from Bran using Summer to warg AND I don't see how they'd be involved with the coming war to this day.

#asoiaf asks to me #jonerys #jon stans #asoiaf fandom #fandom critical #fandom misogyny #fiction vs reality #asoiaf shipping #asoiaf #agot

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josephtrohman · 7 months ago

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sorry if this is silly to ask but where did the joe bisexual talk come from?

not trying to start speculation or some shit i am just confused 😭 ik pete is the one sort of semi unconfirmed bi one but now i recently notice joe also being called bi…is it a bit? or part of a bit but also at the same time are people realizing joe has said stuff that may indicate hes queer or smth… SORRY this is stupid to ask i am just dumb

NOT SILLY TO ASK AT ALL lol it’s largely like. lighthearted based on fruity things he has said and done and i’ve compiled some things that people point out under the cut (this isn’t like meant to be real trutherism for joe being bisexual obviously it’s up to whatever the fuck he says and also not that it actually matters anyways since he’s been with one person for the last 20 years lol)

this post in particular is one i think about a lot because it’s a neat little compilation of a lot of his fruity moments lol. NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS I FEAR

having sex with multiple wo(men)

dude crushes…

youtube

looking for another moustache to kiss his moustache…in the same interview that he says being gay is fantastic? inch resting…

kissing men…(first pic iykyk)

also talking VERY enthusiastically about kissing patrick in particular lol

lewd gestures with a bottle (my gifs from here wink wonk self promo)

and then also people have dreamt about joe coming out as bi so yknow. maybe prophetic dreams, i made this in reply to one of them for funsies

lastly, since i can’t put too many clips here, my fobtwt friend richie has a great thread on joe fruity moments here.

this isn’t absolutely everything but it’s all the examples that come to mind lol

like i said this is not meant to be trutherism bc obviously it’s up to joe to determine what he is lol but i think much of his conduct points to being a kinsey 1.5 or 2 at least 😭 i always think about that post someone made (i dont rmr who rn…) that said that fob should bring back m&gs so they can hand out pamphlets on bisexuality to the guys. anyways no one be mad at me for this it’s all kind of lh and jokes and innocent etc 😇

#asks #anonymous #i am normal and it’s fine #i realized i didn’t read this full ask carefully bc you said what i said as one of the options #to answer ur question: its both kind of a bit but also like. in reality or smth

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lovelyo · 7 months ago

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Penelope is a Wallflower…BY CHOICE

Aight, I’m tired of this “Even a wallflower can bloom” propaganda that Netflix keeps trying to force feed. Penelope is a self imposed wallflower. Through season 1 and 2, Penelope has not tried once to befriend debutantes or talk to anyone in the ton that’s her age, at least from what we’ve seen. It’s not like she tried and people were like, “gtfo my face” and that no one wanted to talk to her. Hell, Edwina tried to strike a convo with her and she ended it quickly to go sniff out Colin’s ass.

I understand how hard it can be to put yourself out there. A full blown introvert is writing this shit right now, but you can’t complain that no one notices you tied with your constant “pretty bridgerton” asshole comment when you put zero effort in talking or courting. That’s the kicker for me, she complains about being a wallflower when she made herself one. But we all know why she didn’t try to socialize; how else was LW supposed to get her content.

Penelope isn’t a victim. Penelope chose to not interact and be unseen cause she wanted to be a fly on the wall for LW for exploit, profit and disdain, more son in S2. She didn’t care about courting cause she only wanted Colin. One of the reasons why she’s doing what she’s doing now is because of Colin saying he didn’t want to date her(should’ve stuck to your guns Colin).

The upcoming season is proof that if she just tried, she would’ve been seen.

It’s not cause she’s shy, it’s not cause she has anxiety, it’s not cause she’s reserved. She is awkward, I give her that, but when it comes to men. She’s completely fine engaging in talk with women(and completely fine in tearing them down).

You know who really embodies a true wallflower: Francesca. From what we’ve seen and known from spoilers, trailer and even her promo, Francesca is reserved and rather stay to herself. She won’t deny anyone a conversation, unless the people are obviously creepy or the topic gets uncomfortable, but she’s nervous cause it’s her first time out on the marriage mart and sticking to the walls is what comforts her at the moment; it’s how she copes.

Francesca doesn’t want to be seen cause she feels she ain’t ready for the marriage mart and is nervous.

Penelope doesn’t want to be seen cause she’s a borderline sociopathic gossipmonger.

#Yeah I said it penelope is borderline sociopathic #anti penelope featherington #Can’t wait for Francesca #Penelope is a bad representation of a wallflower #You’re crazy if you don’t think what Penelope does is dickish #pick a struggle do you want to be seen or not!#I might not watch S3 if the recent leaks are true though #if QC and LD defend Penelope I’m done with this show #bridgerton

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salty-autistic-writer · 7 months ago

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Inspired by the promo: Captain Gerrard shows up at the ceremony. Tommy is not okay. Evan is worried - and angry. (Tw for homophobic language)

He’s here.

He’s here, sitting on a chair, staring at them with barely hidden scorn and disgust and -

Tommy feels lightheaded. The smile on his face freezes. His medal feels too heavy.

He stares at Captain Gerrard, a ghost from his past, and suddenly he’s scared again. He’s his anxious younger self, trying to hide a secret and playing a role he doesn’t want to play, just so he’s not going to be outcasted. Just so he’s not going to be completely alone again, because the Captain and his colleagues are the only people he has and -

Evan suddenly leans over to him and whispers, “Are you ok?”, his warm breath tickling Tommy’s neck.

Tommy flinches. Of course, his always-attentive boyfriend had to notice the change in his mood. “Yeah,” he says quickly, trying to pull that stony smile further up.

Evan frowns, raising a brow. He follows Tommy’s gaze, his frown deepening when he takes in Gerrard’s scowl. “You know that grumpy guy?”

Tommy swallows. Nope. He can’t do this. “I … I need fresh air.”

He flees. There’s no other word for it. He flees and everyone’s staring at him, probably wondering what has gotten into him. It’s a celebration after all and he’s behaving like an idiot. Too many eyes. They burn holes into his back and Tommy is relieved when he’s finally outside. He takes a few deep breaths and thinks about what he can say to the others …

Of course, though, the door opens and Evan steps outside, worry in his eyes. “You’re so not okay,” he states. “What’s going on, Tommy?”

He could say that he’s just feeling a bit nauseous. That he thinks he might have caught a cold or the flu. That he just has to go home and lay down for a while. But this is Evan. And he looks at Tommy with those wide open caring eyes. Tommy can’t lie to him.

“That grumpy guy? That’s Captain Gerrard. He was Captain of the 118 before Bobby. He … He was my Captain. And Howard’s and Hen’s. He’s a racist, misogynistic, homophobic asshole. As soon as Howard and Hen joined the station, he was harassing and belittling them all the time, trying to scare them away. He didn’t want them in our team. And I … I didn’t try to stop him. Quite the contrary. I played along. I was an asshole too. Because I was scared, Evan. I didn’t want to lose what I thought I had: a family. It wasn’t one. Not back then. But … it was all I had.”

Evan looks at him and the worry is slowly replaced by understanding and sadness. And … anger. “So that’s why he’s looking like that. He hates that Hen and Chim are getting medals.”

Tommy sighs. "Yeah. Guess so. And … he doesn’t know I’m gay. I didn’t dare to come out as long as he was Captain. He … liked me. He looked at me a certain way. He always said he was proud of me. And that I was one of the people he could trust. I was so stupid, drinking up his words like they meant something… Howard and Hen opened my eyes. I really admired Hen for being herself and for being proud and for standing up to those assholes. I … I filed some complaints about Gerrard.” He laughs bitterly. “A pathetic attempt to make amends, I guess. Anyway, I continued to be a coward. As long as he was there, I didn’t dare to come out.”

Evan swallows. “That must have been such a horrible time,” he says quietly.

“It was,” Tommy says, shrugging. “But I gave other people a horrible time too. I was an idiot.”

“You changed,” Evan points out softly.

Too late , Tommy thinks. I should have done something sooner … Before he can say anything else though, the door opens again, and he freezes. Gerrard walks towards them, his expression grim as usual. He just shoots Evan a mildly interested look but invades Tommy’s space and pats his shoulder. “I’m glad to see you, son. I thought all that’s left here are diversity hires. And now they’re giving out medals to them like candy. This station managed to get even worse. Men like you really are our only hope now.”

Tommy grits his teeth. He can see a scowl forming on Evan’s face. Not this time, Tommy thinks. I have to stop being scared.

He takes a step backwards, away from his ghost.

Gerrard frowns, pulling his hand back.

“I’m really glad to see you too, Captain,” Tommy says coldly. “Because I wanted you to meet my boyfriend, Evan Buckley.”

And without further hesitation, he cups Evan’s face and pulls his boyfriend into a passionate kiss. He can feel Evan smiling into it and giving it all he got. He can also hear Gerrard gasp like he’s been shot. When they part, he looks at the Captain, who stands there, frozen and glaring, a hand curled into a fist. He seems at a loss for words.

Good, Tommy thinks grimly. “And I also wanted you to know that I put in the complaints about you. A lot of them.”

Gerrard snarls. “So all this time, you’ve been a fag. Should have known when I heard you whimpering and whining like a little girl in your sleep. They probably turned you in the army, when you were alone, crying for Mommy and reaching for any touch you could get, like the pathetic little princess you are, you -”

He doesn’t get any further.

Evan punches him straight in the face.

Gerrard goes down with a strangled cry. He bends over, holding his nose, blood dripping on the pavement. On his knees like that, he looks very small, Tommy thinks, wondering why he was so scared at all. Then he looks at Evan and his breath hitches. His boyfriend looks like a giant compared to Gerrard. His eyes are blazing and he’s baring his teeth. And, oh, Tommy feels a bit lightheaded again, because of an entirely different reason.

“You’re never going to talk to Tommy again,” Evan hisses, looking down at the gasping Captain, his hands curled into fists. “You’re going to stand up and go away, or I am going to call for Sergeant Grant. I’m going to tell her how you insulted my boyfriend. I’m going to tell her in front of everyone inside, so everyone’s gonna know what an asshole you are, you hear me?!”

Gerrard glares up at Evan and Tommy with open hatred in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He scrambles to get back on his feet, still holding on to his bleeding nose, then walks away fast.

Evan is still breathing heavily, his anger palpable in the air. But when he looks at Tommy, his eyes soften. “You’re okay?” “I’m really turned on right now,” Tommy admits.

Evan grins, his hands uncurling. He cocks his head. “I fear we still have to endure a bit of celebration before we can go home. And cake.”

“Hm. I think I can suffer through that,” Tommy says, smiling. “As long as you are there too. You are aware that you just punched a Captain?" Evan shrugs. "I don't even care. That guy is anything but a Captain." He wraps his arms around Tommy. It’s one of those hearty Evan-hugs that make Tommy feel safe and loved in a way he hasn’t felt for many years. “I’m glad you stood up to him,” Evan says. “And we are going to make sure you never have to see him again. He has no right to be here. He has no right to talk to you or to Chim and Hen. He’s nothing. Just a ghost from the past, driven by hatred. He might want to, but he will never destroy our family or poison our happiness.”

Tommy feels the prick of tears. “Thank you, Evan,” he breathes. And he finds that he’s not scared anymore. He has a real family now.

He’s loved.

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