#something something alcohol-free place for gay people something something

[llatimeria]

my pipe dream that's never coming true is one day opening a combination art & natural history museum. instead of bare white rooms itd have displays like this

(from the isabella stewart gardner museum in boston)

but it's all stuff that looks straight out a victorian naturalist's wet dream; collections of taxidermied animals, bones, fossils, pinned bugs, lifelike replicas, other specimens, scientific illustrations, and other various educational bits and bobs;

a few displays of live aquaria, terraria, and aviaries thrown in for good measure, ideally mostly containing animals that are already well-established in captivity as pets, not anything too insanely exotic;

and it hosts arts & crafts classes for kids and adults where we make nature- or science-related art pieces like these:

you see my vision right. You See It

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Power Play

It was never meant to have happened, but in all fairness I'm glad it did. I do have an unspoken duty of care after all.

I'm Gavin, 22, studying at Uni for theatre. Friends have always said I've got an uncanny talent for acting, able to hide how I'm feeling, telling the most convincing lies, but despite that I do have an earnest care for my friends and for some that's a big deal.

So, it all happened one Friday night, some of the girl friends were hosting a house party. Alcohol, music, conversation, the usual. My friend Janice had asked if I was free earlier and invited me. I hadn't seen her all week so the chance to catch up is always welcome. I put on my best clothes and headed off to the house which thankfully wasn't too far from my own place. I brought along some Amaretto for the party and got to mingling with others. I arrived quite early so there weren't too many people around and I got the chance to meet the partygoers and meet up with Janice.

'Hey Gav, glad you could make it! Got some pretty big news!' whispered Janice excitedly in my ear.

'Really? What is it?' I asked eagerly. She waved her left hand in front of my face, a gold ring on her finger. My jaw dropped.

'Tina proposed to me, we're getting married in the New Year!' she cried. I smiled and hugged her. Tina was a friend of ours and had confided to me in secrecy that she had a crush on Janice, and over the space of a year it looks like they'd both hit it off really well.

'Congrats, that's awesome!' I cried. 'Is Teen here tonight?'.

'Yeah she's just over in the other room, I'll go get her' said Janice, and she made her way through to the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and waited a while. More and more partygoers arrived and as the night went on I forgot about Janice and Tina.

Getting progressively tipsy and humming along to 'Tainted Love', someone slumped down on the sofa next to me.

'Fuck them lesbians' sighed a voice. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, there sat a guy that looked about 30 with a bottle of Budweiser in his hand, shaking his head.

'What's up?' I asked, looking to him in concern. The guy looked to me and shrugged.

'Same fucking story everywhere I go, I see a cute girl, magically they're gay. Swear every fucker's gay these days' he said, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't say anything, took a sip of my drink and looked across the room. I could see past the crowd by the doorway was Janice. She was consoling Tina, who was crying. We caught eachother's eyes and I tilted my head subtly to the guy next to me, she nodded and kissed Tina on the head. I understood the situation.

'So how about you my man? You smashing some puss tonight?' the guy asked, looking me up and down. I turned to him and smiled.

'Nah mate, I'm more for the buss!' I replied, winking. The guy almost spat his drink out.

'Fuck off mate, you ain't gay!' he said laughing. I sighed.

'Oh sorry, were you expecting something more like this?' I asked, dangling my wrist and swiping the air camply. He laughed again, looking at me in disbelief.

'For a moment there I could've sworn you were straight' he said.

'Well you know, not all of us act camp, I like what I like but keep it on the down low' I replied, to which he nodded. I felt like I needed to move this along.

'Say, do you work out?' I asked, looking to his arms. He looked and flexed his right arm.

'Ah, you like what you see?' he asked smugly, grinning. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. He chuckled softly.

'You know, I've never tried a guy before' he said quietly, leaning in a little closer.

'Might be your lucky night' I suggested. He started nodding and bit his lower lip, taking a good look at me. I could have cackled at how easy it was to get him invested.

'What do you say we go find somewhere quiet to… break some new ground?' he asked, chuckling. I could have suplexed myself from the eye roll I wanted to do, but I had to keep my composure and giggled.

'Well, my place is just down the road, should give us a chance to get to know eachother better' I smiled. He drank the last of his drink and stood up. I happened to catch sight of his bulge as he offered a hand to lift me up, predictable. I tenderly placed my hand in his and he hoisted me up onto my feet, grinning.

'Let's get going then!' he said, heading off out of the house. I followed behind him, giving Janice a quick thumbs up and a wink as she nodded understandingly, mouthing the words 'Thank you'.

We returned to my place, him squeezing my ass and getting excited all the while. I unlocked the front door and invited him in. As soon as I was done locking the door, he made his move, pinning me to the door and burying his nose in my shoulder blade, taking a deep sniff.

'Mmm, you smell good!' he said. I rolled my eyes.

'It's Playboy' I said passively. He pulled his nose out.

'That's what I'll call you! Playboy!' he said, smiling maniacally.

'Sure thing, umm' I said, looking to him for a name.

'Just call me Daddy you cocksucking bitch!' he growled, pinning me further into the door and kissing my neck. Daddy, how fucking predictable. I could just see how this was going to go down. He pulled away and exhaled, stroking my chest.

'I'll bet you're a right little slut aren't you, Playboy?' he asked, fiddling with my shirt buttons, slowly revealing my chest.

'Oh for sure!' I grinned, moving in to kiss him. He hesitated but proceeded to kiss me back. I moved my hands behind his shoulders, embracing him. I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, he was totally enjoying it.

'Fuck me!' he said, dazed.

'Don't you mean fuck ME, Daddy?' I asked. He started laughing and moved his hands down to my thighs.

'Didn't think I'd ever be doing this with a guy, it feels so good' he said, looking into my eyes, amazed.

'Well, let's enjoy this then' I said, taking him by the hands and guiding him to my bedroom.

We got into the room and he thrust me down on the bed, biting his lip.

'Alright, strip down Playboy, nice and slow' he said, stroking his own crotch. I sat smirking as I kicked off my shoes and undid the last buttons on my shirt, taking it off and throwing it away. I went to unbuckle my belt when he stopped me.

'Come over here, I wanna try something' he said. Walking over he turned me around and began to unbuckle my belt whilst his cock was grinding against my butt. Always so cute when first timers try to be all freaky.

'You like that?' he asked, resting his chin on my left shoulder, watching as he pulled my shorts down.

'Yes Daddy' I said breathily, trying not to laugh. He dropped my shorts and began rubbing my butt through my boxers with his hands.

'Oh that ass feels so good Playboy, can't wait to explore it!' he whispered.

'I sure hope Daddy's packing tonight' I replied. With that he turned me back to face him, pulled me into a passionate kiss and carried me over to the bed, laying me down on it. Getting on top of me, he looked down as I looked back up at him. I began to pull at his shirt and he took it off, revealing his muscular chest, I'll admit it wasn't half bad. Then I began to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down, which he kicked off and there we were on the bed in our boxers.

'Open Daddy's pants!' he ordered, and I nodded, slipping them down his thighs. His dick sprung free, big and girthy, just how I like them.

'Ooooh, Daddy's got a big one!' I remarked in surprise, looking at it. He placed a hand under my chin, lifting it up to face him.

'Suck it, Playboy' he said, and so I began to do so, placing it in my mouth and beginning the blowjob. As it went on, his face became more strained as he tried not to shoot his load.

'Shit, you're good!' he moaned, looking to the ceiling. Eventually he stopped me and turned me over, pulling my boxers down.

'Alright Playboy, going in!' he chuckled. I could have cackled there and then, but I had to withold on the irony of that line. He began to spread my ass cheeks and inserted the tip of his dick, which slipped in easily. Even he was shocked.

'Damn, I thought you'd be tighter!' he said.

'C'mon Daddy, I'm a whore remember? Don't ruin this for yourself' I replied, massaging his leg. He nodded and continued to ride my backside, shaking the bed doing so. I'll admit this guy fucked with feeling, and as it went on and he reached climax, he wasn't aware of what else was going on.

When he finally came, sweaty and panting, he whooped in amazement.

'Wow Playboy, that was amazing!' he laughed, pulling himself away, but he soon realised he couldn't remove his dick from my ass.

'What's the matter Daddy? Too balls deep in me to let go?' I asked, turning my head to look at him. To his horror, his hands were beginning to sink slowly into my back, his pelvic region already sunk furthest into mine, and our feet had merged.

'Yo, what the fuck's going on?!' he shouted, but he couldn't pull himself free, he continued to sink into me as I began to cackle.

'You just fucked your way into a whole lot of trouble my guy!' I replied, laughing as he struggled.

'Let me go you fucking freak!' he roared as our legs were fully joined and his arms had sunk in.

'You upset my friends tonight, 'Daddy'. The lesbians you were moaning about, they just got engaged and you just had to come along and ruin their day' I said coldly as his back and shoulders sank in, him yelling out for help.

'And for the record, the name's Gavin. Suits me well considering how many homophobic, misogynistic pricks like you I've been gathering up to stop my friends being harrassed' I explained. By now the guy's face had melted into the back of my head and his screams became more and more muffled. Eventually he was fully sunk inside me, his added mass stretching me out and I began jerking my own dick, getting off my bed and spunking a few heavy loads on the carpet, excising myself of him. I looked at the pool of cum as it began to dry into the carpet.

'That's all you ever were, just a stain on society's carpet. Thanks for the muscles though' I said, cracking my neck and massaging my new musculature, reaching for my clothes. Though I thought to slip on the guy's jeans, they fitted me pretty nicely.

Making my way back over to Janice's place, most of the partygoers were filling out of the house. I went back in and found Tina and Janice, their faces lit up.

'Gav! Did you take care of that bastard?' asked Janice hopefully.

'Hey, I'm wearing his jeans aren't I?' I asked, turning to show them off 'Plus he filled me out a bit'. Janice shook her head, but smiled.

'I don't know how you do it, but thank you' said Tina, bowing her head. I pulled them both into a hug.

'Forget about him, he won't be bothering anyone anymore. Nobody messes with my friends' I said, looking to them in admiration.

'You're definitely gonna be the Best Man at the wedding, you know that right?' asked Janice. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.

'And here I was hoping to be Chief Bridesmaid, oh well!' I sighed, shrugging. Janice and Tina began chuckling as I turned my attention to cleaning up the empty bottles and beer cans that the guests had left.

[kyouka-supremacy]

This is random, but here's a list of things that aren't technically canon but make official sskk lore to me:

Akutagawa is a trans gay man

Atsushi is bisexual

Akutagawa fell when Atsushi told him “In my opinion, Dazai-san recognized you a long time ago”. Atsushi fell the instant Akutagawa died for him, because that's the first time he started considering him human (the fell first / harder of this thread).

When Dazai told Akutagawa “you know the reason yourself, don't you?”, the implied reason both of them knew about is that Akutagawa loves Atsushi.

Akutagawa is / was romantically in love with Dazai

In his free time, Atsushi reads and often visits the public library (this is canon, but stretching and reiterating)

In his free time Akutagawa sews. He doesn't like reading.

In chapter 87 it was specifically Atsushi to land the blow that killed Fukuchi (and not Akutagawa) because Akutagawa was still holding to his promise not to kill

Atsushi can cook (and he's getting better at it!), Akutagawa mostly can't

Akutagawa has autism and adhd and eating disorders

Akutagawa and Gin live together

Akutagawa is very protective of Gin. He insists that nobody has to know they're siblings, not even in the pm

Atsushi is the big spoon, c'mon guys

Atsushi prefers coffee over tea, Akutagawa only drinks tea

Akutagawa can't cry (disproved in canon)

To their own surprise, Akutagawa is way more willing to touch and cuddle than Atsushi is. Atsushi really isn't used to physical touch, and it takes him a long time to adjust.

Dazai intentionally set sskk up to be the new generation of double black, but didn't predict they would have ended up together.

Atsushi is pretty selfish actually. Way more than Akutagawa anyway.

If they could have grown in normal circumstances, both of them would actually be quite confident people.

Akutagawa's disease was directly caused by Dazai's physical abuse (half canon? I mean he doesn't have it in Beast)

Akutagawa can't hold his alcohol (canon). Atsushi literally can't get drunk (tiger regenerative abilities).

Atsushi sleeps 10pm-6am, (canonly inherited from when he lived at the orphanage, but I shifted it of an hour because like. C'mon. I don't want to curse this guy to wake every day of his already miserable life at 5am). He is the early bird™

Akutagawa sleeps 5am-11am or later (I know it's technically 3am-5am but man I don't want to curse this guy to sleep for two (2) hours every day of his already miserable life). He is the night owl™. I like to think he'd be a sleepyhead once he's found a place he can *finally* feel safe in, which is something he never had, but y'know. Generally this.

Either way, both of them are insanely light sleepers

Excluding external conditioning, Atsushi and Akutagawa are perfectly equal in (overall, not physical) strength. However, Atsushi prevails over Akutagawa in canon because of the effect All Men Are Equal has on him. The same goes for Akutagawa in Beast.

When they're alone together, Akutagawa does most of the talk; which is still not an exceptionally big amount, but still more than Atsushi, who acts strikingly different in comparison to the usual overchatter and chaotic rambler he is with other people.

After they get together, Akutagawa keeps calling Atsushi “Jinko”, while Atsushi will probably shift to calling Akutagawa “Ryuunosuke” at some point. I don't see either of them using pet names.

Atsushi's love language is words of affirmation, Akutagawa's is acts of service.

Both of them highly dislike pda. They try to keep their relationship secret as much as possible.

Atsushi would have been very non overprotective / laid back if it hadn't been for The Incident (Akutagawa dying in front of his eyes). Now he has an hard time leaving Akutagawa alone.

Neither of them have any dating experience

[rainbowdaisy13]

TTPD The Anthology Summary Part 1 *IMO*

This is viewed through a queer lens because I believe she is fucking done playing nice so now she’s throwing it in our faces—FUCKING SEE ME

1) Fortnight—

I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me/I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic

*MIGHTY GOD we start right out the gate sad as hell—no one noticed her queer flagging both quiet and loud and that pushed her from being a functioning alcoholic to a not functioning one. She then says to the fans who refused to acknowledge her truth “I hope that you’re ok but you’re the reason” FOR ME BEING INSANE

*Mentioning wanting to kill people that’s a first and I love it

*I love you it’s ruining my life OUCH 🤕 yes that sounds like something straight people deal with 😑

2) TTPD-

*I’m sorry I can’t remember what mutual said this, but I love love this as coming from Karlie’s perspective. It absolutely fits. She ground Taylor in a way no one else can

*First mention of suicide—both can’t live without the other

*Were crazy—owning the demons together

*The wedding ring line—GOD

3) MBOBHFT—

*I see this one as Taylor viewing herself as a commodity, also as someone who is broken and needs to be fixed so that she remains lovable. It also gives me Cardigan vibes without the redemption arc

4) Down Bad—

*Love this Alien Abduction theme. Melody is even spacey sounding. The entire song uses alien motifs and I adore it. Fave line “they’ll say I’m nuts if I talk about the existence of you” Brilliant 👽 Also the concept of an Out of this World Love

5) So Long London—

*Cool opening—beautiful when they layer her own voice

How much sad did you think I had in me? 😫

*I see this song as a My Tears Ricochet 2. Taylor giving all her youth to someone for free. You say I abandon the ship but I was going down with it—I truly believe she tried and begged them to let her come out for years and she was always shot down—2 graves 1 gun, more murder imagery

*So Long London, so long Big Machine

6) BDILH—

Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking song

These people only raise you to cage you 😫

*Sarahs and Hannahs/braided hair/church/Elders making decisions—giving cult/LDS vibes

Stay away from her -Elders are yelling this—to who? Taylor? So Taylor needs to stay away from HER interesting

*Shed rather burn it all down than listen to them complain about her sexuality and how it impacts them

My good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace —absolutely shots fired at Scott Swift

*Soliloquies line is incredible—“I’ll never see” is such a burn 😆

*This isn’t a phase, this is who she is!!

*YOU AINT GOTTA PRAY FOR ME!! GET THEM ALL BITCH—SHOW THEIR ASSES

*This is my choice!!

GET 👏🏼 THEM 👏🏼 ALL

NO YOU CANT COME TO THE WEDDING PERIOD

7) FOTS—

*Pretty Baby, much like Babydoll is reserved for women and gay men and theys and thems. We don’t call straight men this 😒

*Fresh out the slammer—realllly trying to get these idiots to understand that she’s felt jailed /caged/trapped

My friends…Watch me daily disappearing 😫 fuck

Wearing Imaginary rings 😫😫😫 Says hello to paper rings says hello to imaginary lockets

*It’s gonna be alright she did her time!! 🥹

8) FLORIDA!!!—

I adore this song—my second fave on the album and absolute fucking banger. So glad Florence agreed to this they makes an amazing duo vocally—main vibes—Florida is the place Taylor wants to go to fucking escape the mess she lives in day to day. Anything goes, everyone is there hiding from something—the law, family, winter—nothing is too weird or unaccepted—and a certain someone has a house there 😎

My friends all smell like weed or little babies 😆

Florence’s verse is chefs kiss—Earl had to die vibes, watching bodies sink into the swamp, just full on misandry I LOVE IT—is that a bad thing to say in a song?? 😆 GET THEM ALL

Also I bet this song made Swifties uncomfortable 😆

FUCK ME UP FLORIDA 🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏾

9) Guilty as sin?

The Gay Longing/Gay Sex Song

*Another* suicide reference—but she’s just joking right swifities?

👀

No no that’s fine she just described an orgasm and if she’s not touching the person, let’s assume the pic below ⬇️ is like HEY THIS IS THE SEX IM SPEAKING ABOUT—it’s very much giving The Man pose for getting dome👀

And then the Jesus reference is just chefs kiss—gay sex is seen as sin and unholy by idiots and she said ok then bitch, what if I tell you the sex is so good we ARE what’s holy??

👀

She literally said messy top lip kiss and got away with it like 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

10) WAOLOM—

I just……this may be my favorite song of hers ever. It’s absolutely incredible in its intensity, rawness, and truth as well as being a banger

Every lyric screams her pain

My bare hands paved their path/you don’t get to tell me about sad/ If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said

I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street —Witch Imagery again!!

WHOSE AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME

👹YOU SHOULD BE 👹

Shots fired again at Scott Swift!! Let’s hear one more joke—they mocked her pain because they truly thought they could convince her she wasn’t gay 🫥

GODDDD 😫

Put narcotics into all of my songs—“a drug or other substance that affects mood or behavior and is consumed for nonmedical purposes, especially one sold illegally—a drug that relieves pain and induces drowsiness, stupor, or insensibility”

SHE SAID I HAVE TO USE MALE PRONOUNS AND FAKE REFERENCES TO MEN IN MY LYRICS SO YOU IDIOTS STAY STUPID AND HAPPY

and that’s why you’re still singing along 😎

Just WOW

Brilliant and Heartbreaking and RAW

🤍🤍🤍 We love you Girl 🤍🤍🤍

[godisshook]

A Snowy Savior

Move-in day was hectic for Jack. Between his parents crying and saying, "We're only a call away," to having countless boxes to bring in, it was certainly an interesting start to his college experience. With a final teary-eyed goodbye, his parents drove away, leaving Jack to take it all in. Despite his objections, his parents got him a room of his own, meaning he wouldn't be able to easily make friends with a potential roommate. This fact didn't discourage him, he knew he had a great personality, and he had plenty of classes to make friends in regardless.

With the first semester now in full swing, Jack focused on being as outgoing as possible, joining clubs whenever he could. Most were not really his style, but it was an opportunity to make new connections. A day that was in all respects boring was spiced up as a frat bro walked up to Jack. He recognized the brother from a house party. Jack knew his name was Donovan, as the two had drunkenly exchanged info during the party. Soon, the conversation shifted to the brother's frat, Alpha Mu, which the brother revealed that he wanted Jack to join. Knowing the reputation most frats had on campus, Jack was nervous, but he knew how important a direct invite from a brother was. Weighing the pros and cons on his walk home, the decision became clear. He wanted to make new friends, and what place would be better than a frat?

Everything about the frat lifestyle suited Jack. He loved the parties and loved the after-parties even more. The brothers knew he was gay, and most didn't care, with Donovan himself being gay, he could not have picked a better one to consider. Donovan was responsible for planning the pledge party, and he texted Jack the address of the house, saying "You better be there." Even if Jack had not already decided, it seemed Donovan was making the choice for him. With the decision as good as made for him, Jack prepared for the party, finding whatever collared shirt he had in his suitcase. The frat's kickoff party was packed, and Jack thrived.

A brother had offered Jack a shot of vodka, and he downed it immediately. With him downing more and more drinks, the world would begin spinning around him, knowing he was now well and truly sloshed, Jack decided to leave early. Trying not to puke his guts out, he said his goodbyes to the others, and headed out the front door.

As Jack's drunken walk home began, he would encounter another brother down the sidewalk. Even in his stupor, he recognized him, as he had spent most of the party talking to few people, mostly keeping to himself. When Jack had introduced himself to the brother during the party, he was given a nod in response. Not wanting to have another awkward situation, Jack tried to walk past the brother silently, but the alcohol was taking its toll, and he stumbled straight into him. Slurring his words, Jack mumbled, "Sorry." The brother replied, "You're clearly out of it, let me give you a ride back."

Getting a free ride home beat getting an Uber or walking back alone, so Jack followed the brother. In the car, he introduced himself, "I'm Tristan." Jack, thinking back to his failed introduction at the party, responded, "I'm Jack, but you already know that." Tristan laughed and said, "It was hard to hear you over the music, if I had known that you were trying to introduce yourself, I would've said something back." This response seemed to satisfy Jack, as he settled back in his seat for the rest of the ride back. Finally arriving at Jack's place, Tristan would help him upstairs, and as he got to his room, the brother would walk back to his car.

This encounter lived in Jack's mind, with him texting Donovan about it the next morning, hoping to gain some more information on this mysterious brother. Donovan's reply did not give him much, as he texted, "He's super quiet, I think I've only really spoke to him like, twice." With his investigation yielding nothing, Jack would think, "It's not even my place to care, at least I got a ride back from him."

Winter break was now approaching, and the frat was planning a retreat to the mountains. Jack was excited, as it would be his first real outing with the brothers. While on FaceTime with his parents, he packed his suitcase, with them constantly repeating to pack warm clothes. With them once again crying over how much they missed him, he gave them a last kiss goodbye, and made his final preparations for the trip.

The drive up to the mountains was full of laughter and noise, with Jack joining Donovan and his boyfriend. The other brothers were coming with their partners as well, but Jack had decided to go solo, despite plenty of people wanting to go alongside him. Hours felt like minutes as they finally arrived at their winter cabins, Jack found his room, conveniently placed right next to Donovan's on the second floor. Exhaustion from the journey had finally set in, and after the frat took their photos together, Jack retreated to his room to get some much-needed rest. The outside cold was negated by the warm sheets, and before he knew it, Jack was out cold.

Waking up well rested, the house was already full of activity, with the smell of food cooking downstairs, and others playing football in the cold, it was a morning full of action. Jack decided to stay in his room for a few more minutes, with the blanket holding him prisoner with its warmth. He looked out of his window to see if anything interesting was going on, but didn't notice much, as his window was on the back side of the house, overlooking the woods. Just as he was about to get out of bed, something caught his eye. Glancing back outside, he saw none other than Tristan emerge, dumbbells in hand. He would begin working out in the snow, and Jack was unable to draw his attention away, admiring Tristan's toned body.

Tristan looked up, straight into Jack's window. In a flash, Jack moved away from the window, hoping he wasn't caught looking. "Fuck." he silently thought to himself. As he got ready to go downstairs, he racked his brain for an excuse as to why he was spying on Tristan, but ultimately decided that if he didn't bring it up, it wouldn't be an issue. Breakfast was laid out on the table upon him finally getting downstairs, and the house was empty, with most of the brothers deciding to go up the mountain together. He reheated some pancakes and sausage, and scrolled through social media as he ate.

A few minutes later, Tristan appeared in the kitchen as well, grabbing whatever leftovers remained, and heating it up. Jack's mind started racing, "What if he really did see me?" "Would he confront me about it?" Tristan would simply walk back to his room, food in hand. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, and continued eating. After eating, he decided to explore the area near the cabin, finding a wooden path near the mountains, and a lake near that. There was a set of hills by the lake, and Jack kept this fact in mind as he continued exploring. As the sun started to go down, Jack wanted to spice things up, and so decided to not only scale those hills, but ski down them. He wasn't the most skilled skier, but he had skied hills like this before, so he thought it would be simple.

It was a stupid plan, but Jack loved the risk. He went back to his room to get his gear, and decided it would be best to go shirtless, wanting to feel the cool air directly on his skin. Scaling up the hill, Jack already felt his muscles become sore, as he underestimated how high up the hill went. As he got to the top, he began to realize just how steep this hill was, but he had to make it back down regardless, and so with a shrug, he began skiing down. Snow washed over him, and as he began to gain speed, he started to lose control of his footing. With his muscles close to giving out, he found it harder to maneuver around the many obstacles in his way. In an instant, he tripped over a rock hidden under the packed snow, and was sent flying. The snow was much deeper than he thought, and now he was trapped. Unable to move under the thick snow, and having neglected to bring his phone with him, Jack began to truly understand how screwed he was.

He called out for help, hoping someone, anyone, was still outside at this time. With each minute that passed, it would seem as if nobody would come for him, and hopelessness settled in. Just as the last bits of warmth left his body, he would feel arms surround him. In a state of confusion, Jack had thought this was truly the end, and he was being lifted to the afterlife. As he was brought above the snow, his rescuer became clear, it was Tristan. "Why did you come here alone?" Tristan asked. "I just wanted to ski down the hill." Jack would respond shamefully. Before the two walked back, Tristan took off his sweater and gave it to him, revealing his muscular body underneath. "Thank you." Jack said, as the sweater warmed up his chilly body. A blush came over his face as he tried not to look at Tristan's shirtless body.

As their silent walk back to the cabin drew to a close, Jack decided to make one more risky move for the night. Reaching a hand to Tristan's chest, he looked up at him, and said, "I'm still feeling kinda chilly, but I know a way we could both warm up." Tristan looked down, his gaze piercing straight through Jack. Wordlessly, Tristan began kissing Jack, to which he returned the favor. Jack's cold lips warmed up quickly as the heat of their kiss started a fire in him. Tristan lifted Jack up effortlessly, and Jack wrapped his legs around his waist, anchoring their two bodies together. Countless kisses would be exchanged as the two approached Tristan's room. With the door slightly open, Tristan backed into his room, and Jack would close the door behind him, locking it as well.

Now in the comfort of Tristan's room, desire had overtaken both of them, with kisses no longer being enough. As Tristan's bulge became more prominent, Jack released himself and pulled Tristan's sweatpants down. His tongue explored every inch of his cock, only releasing to get air. Jack felt Tristan's hands move to the back of his head, and before he knew it, Jack's head was being thrust into Tristan's dick. Choking on it, Jack resisted the urge to gag, as he felt his throat being filled with cock. Precum dripped from Tristan's tip, and Jack licked it clean, smiling at him.

With the two finally making it on to the bed, Tristan stuck his cock into Jack's hole, to which he winced as each inch entered him. While Jack was already filled, Tristan was only halfway in. "Fuck, that's only half?" Jack said, his face now flush with heat. Tristan replied, "You said you wanted to warm up, I'm just giving you what you want." With that, he thrust into Jack, shoving the rest of his cock into him. A loud scream almost escaped Jack's mouth, but he stifled it by biting his lip. He felt it up to his chest, and each thrust put him closer and closer to the edge. The friction had caused his hole to burn up, but the heat was comforting, warming him up even more. Tristan felt down Jack, laying burning kisses all over him, to which Jack released gasps and moans in response, a clear indicator of his pleasure. With both wanting release, Tristan would position Jack’sbody perfectly with his, and as thrusts and kisses mixed, both bodies tensed in unison, as cum filled up Jack's hole. At the same time, Jack came as well, splattering it right onto Tristan's chest. Jack licked it up as well, still burning hot. The two settled in the bed, neglecting to clean up as exhaustion and warmth washed over them.

The next morning, the two would emerge from Tristan's room, hair still in shambles from the events of last night. Donovan was still in the house, and, noticing the two coming out at the same time, gave Jack a knowing smile. From then on, Jack would rarely return to his room after that, with him only going up to change. He now had Tristan to keep him warm whenever he wanted, and the two were barely seen out of Tristan's room. The rest of the trip went excellent for him, as he finally decided to go up the mountain, accompanied by Tristan, of course. Jack felt that he was on top of the world, and it was much better with Tristan being on top of him.

[someguywriting]

One of the most common misconceptions people seem to have about the western/cowboy era (in pop culture, around 1860-1900) is that people back then must have been extremely homophobic, or strung up every gay person within a hundred mile radius.. well, I'm here to tell you as an authority on the subject (an autistic man who's got a special interest in the civil war/reconstruction era) that you're mistaken!

People really didn't start to care much about classy or 'civilized' things until the Victorian era came around! Lots of things were demonized from 1900 onwards, like alcohol for example. There was alcohol, and then there was prostitution, and then there was drugs (marijuana was in a lot of over the counter medicine until it was banned) and the church swept the country over!

Cowboys weren't terribly concerned about gay people, because typical cowboy life was hard and tough. The land didn't give back, it was lonely out on the prairie unless you were near a big city, and people helped eachother out where they needed it because the "west", the land of the Louisiana purchase, hadn't been too populated yet. It was inhabited by indigenous people, but they didn't build cities that stayed in one place, they were nomadic and moved around with the food (buffalo, antelope, deer, etc).

Lots of men travelled together because sexism was very much alive and well, and it was seen as too rough a life for a woman out on the prairie. That was why prostitution was so lucrative, or why men out west would pay to even just see ladies underwear. Two men travelling and living together, doing things like cooking and taking care of a house together was totally normal. Some of them were purely partners as in they looked out for eachother and made a go at a business or a farm, and some of them were something more! Really, a lot of the culture back then revolved around minding your own business. If a cowboy stopped at two gay cowboys place for a drink of water, he didn't stop to call them slurs or look down on them, he thanked them for the water and kept on riding.

Sure, it was taboo and there probably were some people who would've been homophobic and cruel about it, but it's like that with all things, and sadly that probably wasn't the biggest prejudice they would hold. Two men in love living on a homestead together looked a lot better to most people than an indigenous tribe simply existing, or a free black man buying supplies from a store.

Please, dear god, stop writing your western stories with gay men who are horribly afraid of being tortured to death or hung! They probably wouldn't go around telling everyone they're gay, but they definitely wouldn't be as unsafe as a black man or an indigenous person from that time period. Or even a woman!

gay cowboys, everybody

[noxx-33i]

Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

[mackjlee9]

Will Poulter x Actor!Amab!Reader [Lime] |Headcanons & Drabble|

Warning; request was originally 'fluff & smut' but! it was hard to do that, so I made it a lime. Kind of half-assed, I apologize. Long headcanons.

Masterlist.

Requested by Kaniko on Quotev.

•You and Will have known each other for a while now.

•You met on set when you were in your mid-teen years, and you got along pretty well from the beginning, becoming what one would call best friends.

•You always find yourself remembering having lots of fun while acting alongside Will, who would usually be one to bring up the stories of your inside jokes or small pranks you did to other actors, but nothing harmful.

•You and Will had gotten casted to act together quite a few times, whether it'll be in movies or series, and you always had a blast spending your time with him.

•Being part of the Maze Runner cast was definitely one of the best moments of your lives. Meeting amazing people and making friends of a lifetime.

•Everything had always been quite simple between you and Will.

•If you don't count a few things, or accidents that happened during that made you change the way you look at him.

•Even though you had weird feelings regarding Will, you never let that intervene with your friendship, concluding that time itself would make you get rid of these weird feelings.

•But perhaps, acting together in a rom-com wasn't going to be of much help to you.

•You hated having to remind yourself that Will was nothing more than a friend. And would never be, Will was straight while you were some gray, faded line between straight and gay.

•Although, it wasn't of much help whenever Will would joke around the set, calling you his boyfriend (not that you minded), like he had done during the filming of Maze Runner.

•Not a single person questioned Will, because they could always see the way you looked at him, almost having cartoonish heart-shaped eyes whenever you would stare at him a second longer than needed.

•And an accident on set caused "something" to happen between them and the tension just continued to build up.

•Let's just say that, doing a kabedon to your best friend while half-naked would create some tension, even if it was completely accidental.

•You had a plan to try and ease that tension between you two, so you invited him to your hotel room to do exactly that.

•Thankfully, you had some alcohol around, some bourbon that you shared with Will as well.

•Everything seemed to be going fine, you had been talking for a while while a movie was going off in the background to fill any silence.

•The ambiance eased as the tension was gone by now, and that calmed your worried mind.

•Until you realized how close to each other you actually were. Maybe a tad bit too close.

•You tried to back away from Will, but his green eyes were hazy as he placed his hand on your thigh.

•At that, your mind immediately goes to 'fuck no...' mode.

•Will noticed your internal conflict and he took his time to lift his free hand to your face, locking eyes with you before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

•Of course, you were caught off guard by this, especially because he kissed you first, but even so, you still tried to push him away.

•But, fuck... He was such a good kisser. And his hand... It kept going up, "Wait, Will-"

•"Please, (M/n), I... I want this, and I know you do too..."

•The way his deep voice sounded, hearing him pleading for you...

•Fuck it.

•With kiss after kiss, you found yourselves undressing each other, Will was left in his underwear, while you were left with your button-up shirt discarded somewhere.

Still sitting on the couch, Will had found his way on your lap, hands placed on your shoulders to hold himself up, your hands on his hips while you continued kissing.

"Touch me, (M/n), please~," his whiny voice against your lips made a shiver run down your spine, your hand reaching to touch his erection, slowly stroking it over the fabric of his boxers, capturing Will's lips on yours and swallowing his moans.

His hips twitched as he tried to grind against you, or into your hand, he just wanted- needed more of you.

You began trailing kisses down his neck, but avoiding leaving visible marks on his tanned skin, hearing him moaning freely now, calling your name in your ear and making you go feral, holding onto his hips tighter. It was too much for you to handle, and securing your hold on his body, you laid him on his back on the couch, and began grinding your his down on his, lifting his legs and grabbing on for leverage as you began to place kisses down his chest and abdomen.

Will whined at the feeling of your erection rubbing against his and your lips kissing his heated skin, his hands reaching to interlock with your hair, gently pulling on it to keep you close to his chest, enjoying the jolt of pleasure your teeth brought to his body.

Slowly, you made your way down, releasing his legs and hooking your fingers around his underwear, leaving subtle teeth marks along his hip bone and down his v-line.

"(M/n)..." Will's voice was meek and breathy, his thighs trembling in anticipation as he watched with clouded eyes how you lowered his boxers, sliding them down his toned legs, "What-?"

A whimper escaped past Will's mouth when your lips placed a kiss on his shaft, making your way up to his red and leaking tip, licking your lips and humming at the taste of his pre-cum.

"Stay still, Will," you said with a teasing voice, holding the base of his cock and taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pressing it against his slit, feeling how his thighs threatened to close around your head, loud and lewd moans and cries of your name filled the suite you were staying in, but it wasn't like you cared.

Whether anyone could hear him or not, you were the only one who could get him to sound so painfully erotic, looking like a dream under you.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Hello and welcome to the Hamas experience!

This room shows you what it'll be like once Israel loses. Hope you guys are excited!

Anyway, since Sharia Law is enforced inside, we'll have to verify a few things:

First of all: are any of you not Muslim? Ok, so you'll have to convert before entering.

Second of all, I see some women here. Ladies, when you wear your burka, make sure only your eyes are visible. Everything else must be covered. Also, please remember that women are not allowed to drive, and you must have a male guardian when traveling. Oh, and if you do decide to travel, please be very careful of where you're going, since entrance for women is restricted in many public places.

Also, don't let anyone see you read, they really hate women learning. Or singing. Or talking. What else? Oh, if you get pregnant, you can't have an abortion and if you get divorced you cannot get custody of the kids.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Oh yes, and this is for everyone: no alcohol, no music, no public display of affection, no sex outside marriage, no gays of course.

And I think that's pretty much it.

If you're still not sure, then here are some pictures of Afghanistan before and after Sharia Law, and the same with Iran, you get the idea.

Okay, I think you're good to go, have lots of fun. Oh, and don't forget to visit the town square. Today, we're stoning an atheist, beheading a guy who tweeted something bad about the government, throwing some gays off the roof, chopping the legs of a girl who showed some skin, cutting the tongue of a poet, and removing the genitals of a couple who kissed in public.

Bye, hope you have a Jihaday!

The westerners who get upset that the names of birds aren't "inclusive" enough and lost their minds when Elon took over Twitter, chant "free Palestine" to cheer on the expansion of a murderous Islamic terrorist organization which will subjugate everyone in the area under a strict fundamentalist religious regime that they would never, ever, ever visit. Ever.

There is no appalling Captain Marvel films in Sharia. There's no TikTok dancing memes in Sharia. There's no bold glamor filter in Sharia. There's no "fUcK TeH PaTrIaRcHy" iPhone Plus cases in Sharia. There's no half-naked drunk-ass bints punching each other up in the middle of the street in Sharia.

These people are stupid. They're very, very, very stupid.

[misskattylashes]

I just wanted to share some thoughts with you about why celebrities don’t come out and why there is still a need for fake romances etc.

I will start this off by declaring that I am a heterosexual woman and in no way am I writing this from my experience as a gay person because I have none, only from the experiences of my friends. It is more what I have observed, especially doing my research as part of writing my Milex sagas.

For anyone who hasn’t read them, the first one Yours is the Only Ocean is set in 1785 and when I started my research, I was expecting to read of countless gay men being hanged or imprisoned for their sexuality. But strangely, even though sodomy was punishable by death, there were very few prosecutions. Molly Houses (male brothels) were raided, arrests were made, but no one was charged. The Georgians weren’t particularly gripped by moral panic and were quite sexually free and loose. The attitude taken that as long as something wasn’t affecting them, they would turn a blind eye. That of course didn’t mean that gay men could live openly – but a lot of them still can’t today (which I will come to later), but even fashions for men were ‘dandy’ consisting of powdered wigs and face paints to hide their pox scars.

By the way, I am only referring to men because lesbianism was never recognised legally.

But for my next novel The Fire and The Thud, things have changed somewhat,. Where previous laws only applied to sodomy, it now applied to all homosexual acts as they were an ‘outrage to public decency’. The Victorians were gripped by moral panic. Poor people were only poor because they were lacking moral fibre, alcoholics were weak and needed to be punished or else taken under the wing of the Temperance Society and encouraged to find God. Unfortunately attitudes that still prevail today.

In the Victorian era you were not executed for being gay, but you were sentenced to two years hard labour, and of course the shame of what you had done. Also, the roles between men and women were becoming much more defined, so any signs of effeminacy would stand out, so we see much more closeting happening.

The next book is going to be set in the 1950s and I have already started doing my research, and in some ways, it seems this era is even worse. Gay men were seen by some as subversive and a danger to the stability of society (this is the start of the Cold War era don’t forget), and homosexuality was now deemed as a mental illness and therefore considered curable. Advances in medicine and psychology meant that horrific conversion therapies could be carried out, or chemical castrations as Alan Turing suffered, to avoid going to prison. Gay men were pushed further underground, but at the same time, society itself had started to become more permissive and some gay men began to stand up for their rights, and the publication of the Wolfenden Report in 1957 led to the eventual decriminalisation of homosexual acts between men over the age of 21 in 1967.

So we reach 2024 and I can totally see why people find it hard to believe why gay celebrities don’t come out, and rely on fake relationships to distract from their true selves. After all being gay isn’t a crime, we have Pride, we have other openly gay celebrities and influencers whose careers are thriving, so how can it be that someone still chooses to stay closeted and go as far as having a fake partner?

Well for one, society is still a dangerous place for gay people. Homophobia is rife. See any innocent reel on Instagram about a kid coming out to their mum, or a same sex couple kissing, and you will find a hundred comments expressing either disgust, or telling them they need to find God, or else that some things shouldn’t be public (hello Victorians and your outrage of public decency).

But when it comes to entertainment, the biggest hurdle is their ‘Brand’. All entertainers have a brand. A ‘character’ actor would probably have little problem careerwise, coming out, because they are chameleons, they become the part they play then move onto something else and are equally convincing. But once someone hits the big time for playing certain roles, then they end up with a Brand, and I’m sorry, even in 2024 some brands are not going to be accepted by homophobes if they are played by a gay person. I honestly don’t know what would cause more uproar, a gay actor or a black actor being cast to play James Bond.

If your money maker is your looks or your hardman image or sex goddess image, then you’re not going to be encouraged to come out in your private life. When it comes to an actor, if they came out as gay, then served to play some tough guy, many people who wouldn’t even consider themselves homophobic would find their unconscious bias finding it difficult to take them seriously because of outdated stereotypes about gay men.

When it comes to musicians, it’s a doozie. The same young girls who love watching a gay influencer online telling all about his journey and sharing funny dating experiences etc, are not going to want their heartthrob favourite musician to be gay. For the influencer, being gay is their brand. Being handsome and sexy and available is the musician’s brand. Paint him to be a womaniser, or someone who can’t hold down long term relationships with beautiful women, and he becomes a challenge, someone who is just looking for the right woman to change him. Which by the way is not a criticism of young girls, I was one myself once and absolutely convinced I was going to marry my favourite musician and even when he got engaged, I convinced myself the wedding was never going to happen (they have been married 20 odd years now lol). It’s a natural rite of passage.

What is immoral is that the music industry feeds off this and just sees it as a way of making money. While their heartthrob is straight, they are available and this equals tickets sold, merchandise purchased. Quite often the fake girlfriend gains hundreds of thousands of followers on social media, meaning she becomes an influencer and brands fall over themselves for her to promote their stuff, knowing girls are going to want to buy it because it will make them smell like her or dress like her and X might find them attractive too.

Of course, the musician themselves makes lots of money and gets to travel the world and stay in the best hotels and eat the best food…but unlike the average person who can be seen out and about in a restaurant with their partner, they have to make sure the restaurant is discreet, or else carry Non Disclosure Agreements with them everywhere to make sure no one speaks about seeing them. Their friends and family are sworn to secrecy and often have to lead clandestine lives as well to accommodate it. They have to live in shadows, like their relationship is a dirty secret, like we are in 1954 rather than 2024.

So you are probably asking yourself why don’t they just stop it if it’s so restricting. Well normally they have to sign contracts that are so watertight they can’t break them without being sued for millions. There is also the moral aspect too. I am sure a lot of artists come to have good friendships with their fake girlfriends – after all they are expected to spend a lot of time with them. Well, if said artist came out and said his latest squeeze was fake, then everyone would look at all the girlfriends before and wonder about the nature of their relationship, and it would be humiliating for them. Especially ones who were mega famous themselves, or now in authentic relationships.

So yeah, that’s what I wanted to say really. Like I said, I have no idea what it is like to live as a gay person, but I do know a bit about how the media works, and so much of it is smoke and mirrors, and just because we might like to think we’re more Laissez-faire like our Georgian ancestors, so many of us still carry the moral judgement of the Victorians whether we like it or not, and now of course you can go on Instagram or X and tell everyone about it.

[edgepunk]

OC Smash or Pass part 2

Tagged by @roseeway

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

As usual, I'm too lazy to tag anyone, so feel free to do this if you want to!

This time I'm going with my first Cyberpunk girlie, Valéria Vajanská.

Basics

Age: 27 years old

Height: 180 cm / 5'9''

Gender: she/her trans woman

Sexuality: bisexual with a preference for women

Extra: Has a big collection of plushies.

Details

She fled her country because Nomads were being hunted down and killed by Arasaka

Yearns to find a place she calls home

She gets often homesick, but tries not to show it (you can still tell something is bothering her)

Way too trusting for her own good

Gets more mistrustful after she moves to Night City and starts taking less shit from people (but she still slips up sometimes)

Generally tries to play nice, but keeps her cards close, especially after Konpeki Plaza

Prefers to avoid violence, but if the situation requires it, she won't hesitate to use her Mantis blades

Loves bright colors, kitschy clothes and cocktail dresses

Enjoys nighttime rides through the city while listening to synthwave

Has deeply rooted hatred for Arasaka for what they've done to her people and home country

Sometimes lashes out due to unprocessed trauma

Tends to be stubborn as a mule and has tunnel vision when she's set her mind on something

Loves cuddling.

She bites. A lot.

Very dominating and kinky, although she's not into kinks that involve...how do I say this without getting flagged by the anti-titty bot.... certain bodily fluids and excrements.

Good luck keeping up with her when drinking alcohol, girlie can drink an entire bottle of vodka with no problems.

[hyunnieshannie]

Close | HJ - SMAU

Chapter 4: Rent Free?! Series Master list | General Master list Word Count: 8k General Warnings: Strong Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of prescription pills (not abused), suggestive content. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way. A/N: Kitty and I cannot write 'short' chapters, only medium to long ones. We are quite chaotic in the way we write, so we thoroughly hope you enjoy it. FAIR WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WAS PROOFREAD BY A TEAM OF : 2 HAN QUOKKAS, 5 JINIRETS, AND 6 LEEBITS AND YOU CAN TELL IT WAS. (Don't ask why I have that many- Mini)

You knew this dinner was going to be awkward. You arrived at Minho’s apartment alongside Mini, Kitty, and Jeongin since you were asked (forced) to get groceries for dinner. You and Kitty assisted Minho in the kitchen while Mini and Jeongin helped Felix prep the apartment for the special guests. With Minho already downing a bottle of soju to himself, and Felix yelling about how he should have made something ‘better’ than brownies, you could already guess how the night was going to go. One of two ways, it would all be fine and everyone would get along or, the other option. It would go to complete hell. 

The door swings open and in walks the five guests, “How the fuck… did you guys not lock the door on your way in?” Minho pouts as he watches the intruders walk in seemingly easily. 

“No, it was locked.” Changbin smiles, as he raises a pair of keys jangling them in front of Minho. 

“Who the fuck gave you a- Felix!” 

“Well actually I caught the Felix myself, he just gave me the keys.” Changbin smirks

Felix preens at the comment and shoots Minho a smirk as devilish as the Cheshire cat. He runs over to Changbin and gives him a big kiss and wraps his arms around his thicc shoulders. The 4 other boys are still standing in the doorway, unsure of where to fit into the situation. 

“Your PDA disgusts me.” Mini says as she covers Jeongins eyes with her hands 

“That’s homophobic.” Felix says blankly

“Has nothing to do with you being gay, and everything to do with the fact that watching you kiss someone with THAT much tongue in front of THE CHILD just ain't right, take it to the bedroom where it belongs boys.” 

“We must protect the children! They’re turning the freaking frogs gay!” Minho yells out, 

“You guys realise I’m an adult right…” Jeongin sighs as he removes Mini’s hands from his face, 

“Blasphemy. You’re a child to us. My sweet lil son.” Kitty teases as she pulls Jeongin into a suffocating hug.

“I’m not your son.” Jeongin mumbles

“I swear you called us mommy the other day?” Mini laughs, 

“Can’t tell if this is getting kinky or weird.” Jisung scoffs as he watches the entire ordeal take place. 

“I can for sure tell you, I do not have a mommy kink, but for enough money I can have whatever kink you need me to have.” Mini winks, 

“That one is Mini.” Seungmin laughs, 

Kitty lets go of Jeongin and finally notices the people standing behind Changbin. “Oh shit, uh come in and make yourselves comfortable”

“Oh so you’re playing host tonight? I thought this was my dorm, my bad.” Minho scoffs

“Bitch, shut up. I’m trying to be nice and help you out a bit since you’re not doing anything other than stand there looking pretty n shit.” Kitty teases, poking Minho's arms.

“Felix and Changbin introduce everyone before Kitty and Mini drink themselves into saying dumb shit again.” Minho sighs, playfully slapping Kitty’s hands away from him

“Don’t they always say dumb shit.” Jeongin questions as he tries to fix his ruffled hair.

Mini whips around to face Jeongin, side eyeing him as she crosses her arms “You’re fucking grounded Yang Jeongin.” 

“Alright, alright, relax. You’re gonna scare them away” you finally say as you watch the confused and slightly amused expressions on your guests faces. “Anyways, Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you all.” you smile politely, “That over there is our child Jeongin, the one who looks like they might kill you is Mini, the other one that looks like they might kill you is Minho, and the one currently trying to attack Jeongin with kisses is Kitty.” everyone watches as Jeongin and Kitty run around the sofa in the living room, 

“JUST LET ME LOVE YOU” 

“NO YOU’RE FUCKING DRUNK”

“NOT YET IM NOT” 

“BRUH I DON'T WANT TO SEE WHEN YOU ARE THEN”

“And yes,” you sigh, “They are always like this.” 

After everyone introduces themselves, everyone settles into waiting for dinner to be ready. Kitty wrangled Jeongin into the kitchen to assist Minho in finishing preparations for dinner. Leaving you with the rest of the boys and Mini. It was painfully silent, other than Felix and Changbin catching up on their days. You had to admit they were painfully cute together, and you could tell just how smitten they were with one another. It's pretty impressive to you considering how different they are. Changbin is a buff gym bro through and through. He looks like he could kill someone with those muscles. Felix is this sweetheart who wears his heart on his sleeve and bakes brownies in his free time for fucks sake. Of course you know that Felix is a skilled martial artist, but down to his core he's just a kind hearted guy. They seem like total opposites. You presume that's why they’re together, both of them having such immense kindness and love to give. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to work.

After Felix and Changbins conversation comes to an end, more silence falls over the group, only soft muttering coming from the kitchen. Hyunjin looks around and his eyes finally fall on Mini.

“You’re not as quiet as I expected, you don’t talk much in class so I figured you’d be like this at home but I guess not.” Hyunjin laughs as he takes a sip from his glass, 

“I just don’t like anyone in class.” Mini says, 

“You don’t like me?” Hyunjin questions as he raises an eyebrow

“Am I supposed to?” Mini shrugs, 

“WE’RE PARTNERS?!” Hyunjin flails his arms dramatically, acting as if he’d been shot directly through the heart

“And that means I have to like you? Didn’t get the memo sorry boo” Mini laughs as she walks away to grab another bottle of Soju. The more people drink, the less work would get done you thought. 

“Ay Minnie” Jisung yells out, both Mini and Seungmin turn to look at him, “Uh, shit I meant Seungmin… My bad, yo grab me another drink?”

“Get it yourself.” Seungmin scoffs, 

“Miniii,” Jeongin begs in a cute voice, putting on his best pouty face “Can you get me one?” 

“I recall earlier you told me you were an adult, and adults can grab their own drinks.” Mini quips as she turns back towards the kitchen.

“I think I love you.” Seungmin mumbles under his breath

“What?” Mini whips her head to him with wide eyes

“Nothing.” Seungmin smirks, shaking his head as he laughs to himself.

Jisung leans closer to Chan as he studies the interaction between Seungmin and Mini, “Twenty that Seungmin makes a move on her later” 

“Bet” Chan agrees as he shakes Jisungs hand

“Thirty on Mini making the first move.” you say as you watch Mini and Seungmin interact in the kitchen. Your comment surprised the two boys, not noticing that you were listening to their conversation. 

“You’re fucking on” Jisung smiles at you and you swear you felt your heart thud in your chest.

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After some more awkward silences and even more awkward introductory conversations, Minho finally finishes dinner and serves it to the group. Thankfully once the food came out the conversation seemed to flow better. 

“So what I was thinking is everyone from the drama program could help with acting right?” Mini starts, “Then everyone in dance, well we’d need you for the dance portions.” 

“So where do we fit into this?” Seungmin gestures to Chan, Jisung, Changbin, Kitty and himself. 

“English majors, I need your help with the script. And Music majors well. I mean take a wild fucking guess.” Hyunjin sighs, 

“And what if you’re both english and music?” Kitty gestures to herself and Seungmin

“You’re in the music program?” Jisung raises his head in curiosity, 

“Mhm,” Chan hums, “She’s in my class. Speaking of which, how’s the song coming along? The one for midterms.” 

“Uh, yeah, well. It’s mostly, sort of done?” Kitty says as she awkwardly rubs the back of her neck

“Why does that sound like a question” Minho chirps

“Well, I got a name for it. And a general beat. But that's about it” Kitty says as she smiles up at Minho's teasing glances

“Ah that's my procrastinating mother for you” Jeongin smirks from across the table.

“MOMMY KINK, IM FUCKING TELLING YOU” Mini yells

“Well if you need help with lyrics or anything, 3Racha’s got you,” Chan says sweetly with a gentle smile on his face

“Now what the fuck is a 3Racha.” Kitty asks, looking between Chan and Jisung who groans beside him.

“Is that really the name we landed on?” Jisung sighs, 

“It’s better than Trifecta that’s for sure.” Changbin laughs, 

“I agree, 3Racha is definitely better than Trifecta,” Kitty nods as she takes another sip of her soju. You noticed how Chan’s ears got a little red as he quietly thanked Kitty.

“Anyways, back to what we actually need to discuss.” Hyunjin sighs, eyeing Chan in slight disgust.

“I can help with the script too,” you say, raising your hand.

“Sweet, I’ll send you the basic idea for it later,” Mini smiles, “but right now, I am out of soju, and it is utterly disappointing.” she says as she gets up walking towards the kitchen, 

“Yep so am I,” Seungmin quickly stands following her like a lost puppy. 

“You owe me thirty,” Jisung laughs, 

“That is not making a move Jisung” you whisper-yell across the table to him

“Wait, we’re gambling and I wasn’t invited?” Minho huffs, 

“That's what you get for being a housewife. Not invited to the conversations between men.” Jisung laughs, 

“Does that mean you’ve made a wife of me?” Minho teases running a hand down Jisungs arms in teasing seduction, sending shivers down Jisungs spine.

“Moms… I’m scared..” Jeongin says loudly, causing Mini and Kitty to immediately stop what they were doing to check on the baby.

“What happened now?” Mini sighs as she finally walks back from the kitchen, 

“Minho’s flirting with Jisung…” Jeongin says, 

“Oh my god Min, stop being such a whore. Tone it down. You’re scaring him” Kitty says, throwing a napkin at his head. Minho sighs and shakes his head as he giggles, picking up the napkin and throwing it back at Kitty as he sticks out his tongue teasingly.

“It’s ok Jisung, we’ll protect you from the scawy man” Kitty teases 

“Please Kitty, we cannot afford another child right now. That one already lives rent free.” Mini sighs, 

“YOU’RE LIVING RENT FREE?” Hyunjin yells.

“Do I need to start calling you mommy too for that kind of treatment?” Seungmin asks in the most condescending and flirty manner, raising his eyebrows awaiting Mini’s answer.

“You don’t need to call me mommy to get that kind of treatment,” Mini winks, wriggling her eyebrows.

“I am disturbed on so many levels right now.” you say as you shiver.

“I- I can’t tell who's making a move right now and who’s making a joke..” Jisung whispers to Chan, 

“I think we all just lost..” Chan laughs while nudging Jisung.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck is going on?” Hyunjin’s confusion is written all over his face as he takes another swig of soju.

“Two friends in a room, they might kiss” Felix cackles from his throne spot in Changbins lap, throwing his head back in a fit of laughter.

“No they won’t” Mini laughs, shaking her head

“They might,” Seungmin shrugs his shoulders with a shit-eating grin adorning his face.

“So Seungmin can just say dumb shit and somehow have someone interested in him, and yet if I say something dumb I’m looked at like a moron.” Jisung sighs from his seat, placing his head on the table in defeat.

“Rizzless AND bitchless. Yikes” Changbin cackles from behind Felix.

“All it took was one mommy comment… I’m so ashamed.” you shake your head in mock disappointment.

“Actually it wasn’t that but,” Seungmin begins before Minho cuts him off.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN MY KITCHEN?” Minho yells, grabbing a spoon like he's ready to fight. 

“NOTHING! WE JUST TALKED?” Mini throws her hands up in surrender.

“I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. HEATHENS.” Minho seethes in disgust.

“All I did was compliment her” Seungmin shrugs nonchalantly

“AHA! Y/N OWES US THIRTY!” Jisung yells, standing up from the table and pointing at you in sheer excitement. You assume he needed to feel like a winner for once this evening. You look at Mini in disappointment.

“I fucking believed in you.” you whisper, to which the only response you got from her was a confused look on her face. “Oh the betrayal.”  

“Oh so stalker Seungmin got a girl's attention before Jisung? Not surprised.” Hyunjin tuts after successfully shoving more food into his mouth.

“Stalker?” you ask, utterly confused.

“SHUT IT HYUNJIN. I know where you sleep.” Seungmin glares at Hyunjin who just pouts his lips and shakes his head back at him.

“Aw, babe, have you been stalking me? That’s so sweet.” Mini sings as she tugs on Seungmin’s sleeve.

“You guys really are a perfect match…” Hyunjin says, making fake vomiting sounds from his seat.

“Awe common guys, you know my dream is to be on the next episode of Dateline. Having a stalker would make such a great episode don't you think?” Mini whines swaying her arms back and forth, one hand still holding to Seungmins sleeve.

“I am concerned for your safety.” you say to Mini.

“I’m not. Mini’s pretty good in a fight.” Minho sighs, “I think I still have a scar from our last one,” 

“If anything y’all should be concerned for Seungmin’s safety.” Kitty laughs, 

“EVEN BETTER, Being hit is more fun than to be the one hitting.” Seungmin laughs

“Bro?” Chan questions, 

“Are we about to fucking kiss right now?” Mini quickly turns to face Seungmin

“Seungmin calm down, the switch in you is showing.” Bin teasingly warns as he wraps his arms around Felix’s middle, pulling him impossibly closer to his chest.

“I thought… I thought you were a sub..” Jeongin mutters meekly

“What? How would you know that?” Mini shoots back with wide eyes

“We uh… we share a wall..” Jeongin can't look Mini in the eyes as he finished his sentence.

“Oh my god, I’ve traumatised my child… I’m just like my mother” Mini dramatically falls to the ground in true hispanic soap opera fashion. 

“Oh my god, you’ve tainted our boy” Kitty dramatically runs over to Jeongin to pull him to her chest and smother him in snuggles.

“Uh… Well she wasn’t the first one I heard, like I know for sure you’re a switch..” Jeongin strains to say amongst Kitty’s smothering arms. Kitty immediately lets go of Jeongin and grabs his face in her hands.

“And how the fuck would you know that,” she says in an incredibly authoritative tone.

“You’re not very good at checking if I’m home when you bring someone back… have you never wondered why I don’t sit on the couch?” Jeongin says quietly, slightly jarred by the close proximity.

“And why is it that you’ve never said anything until this exact moment, hm?” Kitty teases, squishing his cheeks together between her hands.

“What was I supposed to say? Hey Kitty, don’t fuck random dudes in the living room?” Jeongin says with more confidence.

“I'm throwing that couch away.” Mini states.

“As if you haven't used it for the same purposes” Kitty quips back at her.

“I AM LEARNING WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW” Hyunjin yells out, 

“As if you don’t know your friends' preferences.” Felix laughs, turning to plant a kiss on Changbins temple.

“OO we should make it a game!” Bin chirps from Felix’s shoulder.

“We could go get more alcohol…” Minho offers.

“Fuck it, we’re in too deep now” Seungmin shrugs.

“That's what she said” Jisung mutters sitting back down in his seat.

“And for that comment alone, you’re getting more alcohol.” Minho barks his order to Jisung, who looks at the elder in disbelief.

“WHAT? You can't be serious.” Jisung yells, once again standing up from his seat and proceeding to wave his hands around.

“We’ll send someone with you, don’t worry.” Minho smiles, instantly Mini raises her hands and grabs her boobs, Minho follows right after laying his hands flat on his chest. Kitty gasps and quickly grabs her boobs mid sip dropping her cup of soju in her lap. Felix grabs Changbins hands and happily places them over his chest. Jeongin was confused as to what was happening, missing part of the conversation, but once he saw his friends hands on their chests he knew what was going on. He laughed maniacally and firmly grasped his chest, leaving you the last woman standing.

“FUCK.” you yell, crossing your arms and pouting at the fact you just lost.

“Looks like y/n’s going with Jisung for more soju!” Jeongin teases at you, sticking his tongue out and pointing and laughing at your loss.

“What was that? Don’t get me wrong I’m all for the whole titty grab but I am so confused.” Bin says, proceeding to fondle Felix’s chest.

“It’s a drama kweens ting” Jeongin laughs, 

“A fucking what?” Jisung asks as he gets up to put on his coat.

“It’s the name of our groupchat don’t worry about it.” you say to him.

“God, yours is just as bad as ours.” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“What's yours?” you ask as you get up to get your jacket and shoes.

“Faves” Jisung grimaces as he says the name.

“Awe, how cute you love each other.” you mock

“It wasn’t our choice.” Jisung sighs.

“You guys can talk on your way to the store, hurry up before they close.” Minho yells from the table.

“Yeah yeah we’re going, relax.” you chirp back before toeing on your shoes and walking out the door, trailing behind Jisung.

ꕀ❀ꕀ

The walk to the convenience store down the road wasn’t bad. It was a nice night out, the air cool and the night calm. You and Jisung were talking about the weird and questionable things your friends were doing this evening, laughing as you did.

“It’s good to know your friends are just as weird as mine,” you say happily as you kick your feet.

“It’s nice that they’re all getting along that’s for sure,” Jisung agrees, slowly walking beside you.

“I’m curious to see how well all of us are going to work together,” you say as you fiddle with the sleeves of your jacket, pulling them down to your fingertips.

“I’m curious about your friend and Seungmin to be honest,” Jisung says, giving you a light wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yeah that was, something.” you awkwardly laugh.

“Let alone Chan not being able to control his blushing.” Jisung says looking up at the night sky.

“HE WAS BLUSHING? I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST DRUNK” you immediately whip your head to look at him.

“YOU DIDN’T SEE IT?” he yells back.

“WHAT NO! WHEN? WHY?” you grab his arms and shake him a bit, desperate for answers.

“Dude, you can’t bring up Kathleen around him, I’m pretty sure he’s had a crush on her since his first year. I don’t think any of us expected her to be ‘Kitty’ though” Jisung says as you continue to shake him.

You look at him in slight disbelief. “No. Fucking. Way.” you enunciate each word and shake him each time.

Jisung just laughs and grabs your arms, “Yes. Fucking. Way.” he mocks back at you.

You laugh at his teasing, until you realise just how close he is to you. You clear your throat and drop your hands from his arms. “So, you knew who Kitty was before you came tonight?”

Jisung chuckles at your sudden shyness. “Yeah, she's in the music department. I recognized you too. You’re in my lit class.”

“You recognized me?” you ask shyly

“Yeah, we’re in the same class.” 

“Oh,” 

“Mhm,” He hums, “We should get back before they hunt us down.” 

“Yeah,” 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Did you go to hell and back for those drinks?” Minho yells once you enter the apartment.

“Yes, actually we did. Got a sick ass burn on my left-” Jisung begins as he places the bags full of soju in the middle of the living room.

“DO NOT FINISH THAT FUCKING SENTANCE” Hyunjin shrieks covering his ears. 

“-arm? Are you okay?” Jisung finishes, quirking an eyebrow at Hyunjin.

“No.” Hyunjin sighs throwing his arms dramatically to his sides

“He lost a bet.” Seungmin sings

“We were gone for a total of twenty minutes, what kind of shit can you get up to in that short of time?” you question as you sit amongst your friends.

“Twenty minutes can get you a lot, there’s card games, drinking games, truth or dare, se-” Mini laughs, 

“FORGET I ASKED.” you yell, putting your hands up to cover Mini’s mouth.

“Wait, you can have sex in twenty minutes?” Jisung asks, cocking his head to the side.

“You can’t?” Mini asks after licking your hands. You whip your hands back at your sides and look at her in disgust and rub your now wet hands on her pants.

“He’s bitchless remember.” Seungmin adds from beside Mini.

“Did you just lick me?” you scoff in disbelief, still rubbing your wet palms on her pants.

“You’re mine now.” Mini says grabbing your hands and licking them again.

“Damn, and here I was wondering what it took to become yours. All I needed was a lick?” Seungmin says as he tilts his head closer to Mini.

“Is that all you want?” Mini asks, inching closer to Seungmin’s face.

“Find out what he wants through the games we all waited to play so that this feels less weird please.” Chan whines from his spot on the floor.

“Once again, you never fail to disgust me,” you sigh, watching you friend 

“GAME TIME GAME TIME!” Jeongin yells as he raises his glass of soju.

“Anyways Bin, it was your idea, you explain the game then” Kitty says, pouring herself and Chan another shot.

“All I was gonna suggest was truth or dare, or like- never have I ever.” Changbin shrugs. You notice that he and Felix have shifted positions on the couch, moreso cuddling up to one another, Felix’s legs draped over Changbins, both firmly squished to each other's sides.

“Circle time kiddos, everyone gather around the coffee table,” Mini claps her hands, 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“TAKE A SHOT BITCH! I KNOW YOU’VE SHOPLIFTED BEFORE” Kitty yells as she points to Mini.

“For legal reasons, I am taking a shot purely out of peer pressure.” Mini calmly says, taking a sip of her soju.

You watch as the group laughs, – 

“Alright, never have I ever-” Mini begins “Missed a class by accident"

“That was so… tame of you…” you say to Mini

“WELL I’VE FUCKING DONE EVERYTHING ELSE.” Mini yells

“Even-” Jisung begins before Mini cuts him off.

“Yes.” Mini says shortly.

“You didn’t let me finish, what if I said something like sex in a public area?” Jisung asks mockingly

“My answer would still be yes?” Mini responds simply.

“She’s a fucking-” Kitty begins

“Slut?” Jeongin suggests

“Whore?” Minho yells right after

“Freak.” Felix says wiggling his eyebrows

“Mhm, yep. I can work with this.” Seungmin nods, taking a sip of his drink

“I hate it here.” Hyunjin says plainly.

“Have you prudes done it in public, hm?” Mini questions back to the group.

Kitty sips her soju not so subtly, before catching Chan and Felix’s attention as their eyes go wide, with the attention on Kitty, Jeongin quickly sips his drink and puts it down hoping no one saw him. 

“My child- you WHORE” Mini gasps, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest in mock disappointment.

“Like mothers, like son.” Minho laughs, the group laughs as they watch Mini throw a pillow at Jeongin, 

“God, I mean I’ve fucked in weird places but in a public area? I don’t think I could.” Changbin said as he massages Felix's legs.

“Me neither,” Felix says

“I’d try.” Seungmin shrugs, nudging Minis' shoulder.

“Yeah same.” Hyunjin says, as everyone’s eyes fall on him, “What? I would.” 

“I’ve never even been with anyone…” You say quietly, hoping that no one really hears your confession.

“YOU’VE NEVER HAD SEX?” Kitty exclaims as she whips her head in your direction. Suddenly all eyes in the apartment are on you.

“No,” You look around to everyone, your cheeks heat up in embarrassment “Is- Is that bad?” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. More less the fact that you had never truly met anyone that had caught your interest enough to even want to date them let alone sleep with them. Sure a few people had taken you out on dates, but nothing ever went far enough for you to even consider them actual potential partners, and hookups just weren’t your thing. 

“No baby, that's not bad,” Kitty reassures as she notices your slight embarrassment.

“I mean, like it’s kinda-” Jisung begins looking for the proper words “cute.” He beams a sincere smile at you. Your heart thuds in your chest again. You don't know if you like that feeling yet or not, but his smile is quite intoxicating. Or were you just intoxicated?

ꕀ❀ꕀ

By the time the talk died down, everyone was truly fucked. You don’t think any of them (your own friends) had drank that much in a while due to the stress of midterms coming around, and yet all of them went all out and pretty much shot for shot with the others who seemingly drank more often than the rest of you; with the exception of Chan who would occasionally fake the drink hoping no one would notice. Surely someone would have, if they hadn’t been so drunk. You had learned a lot about your close and new friends, some things you could have lived without knowing, but still now you knew. You were glad they were able to get along, but now everyone was passed out in Felix and Minho’s living room. Felix and Changbin had disappeared into Felix’s room after everyone else had fallen asleep. Kitty laid sprawled out on the couch with Jeongin cuddling on top of her. How they got into that position? A protective son making sure no one (specifically ‘Christopher’) would make their move on his mother, after witnessing Chan’s cheesy pickup lines and increasingly fond gazes. Hyunjin was curled up in a ball on the floor muttering incoherent words in his sleep, while Minho lays comfortably on his arm chair with a blanket wrapped around him. Chan was fast asleep on the floor directly in front of the couch. Making sure Jeongin didn’t pull some shit for sure. As if Jeongin would ever. That's his mother for Christ's sake. You distinctly remember the brief conversation between Mini and Seungmin before both of them ended up disappearing within Minho’s room. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Well, that bitch took my spot so, I’m taking his.” Mini slurs, as she gets up heading towards Minho’s room, 

“The others took all the good spots so I’m joining.” Seungmin adds, sending a smug grin to Mini.

“Fuck in my bed and I kill you both.” Minho mutters, still half asleep before falling back asleep. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“They’re heavy sleepers huh?” Jisung whispers, he holds in a small laugh as Changbin’s loud snoring echoes through the apartment. 

“A bomb could go off in the Chaos dorm and they’d all still be asleep.” you whisper back

“Who’s the chaos dorm again?” Jisung questions through his drunken stupor, trying his best not to slur his words.

“Kitty, Mini, Innie.” you say as you point to each person in the room

“Got it,” Jisung says, throwing you an ‘ok’ with his fingers.

“Minho’s cats have given him enough hell. I'm pretty sure snoring isn’t the worst of it, one time Dori was running rampant in his room, and he just shrugged the cat off and went right back to sleep; and well I just couldn’t sleep.” you

“Yeah, I’m sure Felix is used to it by now.” Jisung

“By now?” You ask, 

“I mean, seeing as he hasn’t come out here, or woken Bin up I’m just assuming that he’s gotten used to the snoring…” 

“Can you two fucking talk somewhere else, some of us are trying to sleep.” Jeongin says, barely lifting his head from Kitty’s chest.

“Jesus christ you scared me.” you slightly jumped up from your seat, hand on your chest as you weren't expecting anyone to still be conscious.

“Either make yourself useful and get me a water, or fuck off.” Jeongin grumbles.

“I’m telling your mothers you swore at me.” you tease.

“All I gotta do is cuddle up to Kitty and she’ll forgive me.” Jeongin says as he nuzzles further into Kitty’s chest.

“Mini won’t,”

“You underestimate my cuteness, '' Jeongin says, wiggling his eyebrows, eyes still closed.

“You underestimate Mini’s bloodlust.” you shoot back.

Jeongin groans, carefully lifting himself off Kitty. He contemplates for just a moment whether or not to step on Chan before ultimately deciding not to wake him, out of fear Chan may attempt to take his spot. A spot he both found comfortable and slightly comforting. As much as Jeongin would run from any sort of physical affection, or push away his roommates when they’d try to cuddle up to him in a public setting; he did really enjoy being cuddled. More specifically to be the one to cuddle someone. So the idea of Chan secretly sneaking up to cuddle Kitty, and taking his spot was one he wouldn’t risk by pettily waking him up. He’d already lost one of his roommates to someone else, Kitty would not be next. Internally you laughed at Jeongin’s over protective instincts over his roommates.  When Jeongin had first arrived on campus, he did what he could to convince people he did not know the pair of girls. Though they made it painfully obvious with the constant use of his nicknames, running up on him and attacking his poor cheeks with pinches, and kisses. Eventually he had given up on trying to avoid them in public and ultimately joined in on the little friend group they had created. Jeongin would never admit it, but he did love the two like sisters. The jokes of them being his mothers came later in his first semester, after the group had learned he had been living with them the whole time; being housed and fed all for the low cost of zero dollars out of his wallet. 

Now that you really think of it, the entirety of the friend group had somehow been drawn in strangely.  When you had met the group; it had been Kitty, Mini, Felix, Jeongin and Minho. You remember distinctly how you were waiting in line at the coffee shop near the English building. It was your first day, you didn’t know anyone. People were already paired off with friends and talking while you stood alone. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

‘All I’m saying is that a small party in our dorm isn't a bad idea.’ someone had said behind you, 

‘Min, the last time you held a small party, one person threw up in the fucking tub, another ended up trying to steal Soonie, and god forbid Minho ever finds out about that because he will murder their entire bloodline.’ another voiced, 

‘And it was a fucking banger of a night, prove me wrong. That's right you can’t.’ the other laughed back, ‘and Minho didn’t notice his own child almost being kidnapped. Imagine? Anyways, that's exactly why I said in our dorm, no chance of SoonDoonDori getting cat-napped.’ 

‘Innie isn’t gonna like the idea of people in our space. He’s doing his best at pretending you know?’ 

‘Little shit can pretend he showed up at the party or leave then? Duh.’ 

You quietly listened in to the conversation happening behind you, as the line moved forward. The two girls talking behind you seemed to quiet down before your turn to order had finally arrived. You scanned the menu for a moment, completely unprepared to order since you didn't know what was good or not.

‘You look lost.’ one of them said, you turned to face the two girls- 

‘Honestly, I don’t know what's good here..’ you whisper, the girls looked to each other before walking in front of you, 

‘I got you,’ she smiled, ‘Give us our usual's, and add one of mine for her.’ The taller one said. The girl behind the counter smiled, as she quickly punched the orders in. The shorter one simply smiled before she walked off to wait for her order. The shorter one gave off a warm welcoming vibe, she was really adorable the more you looked at her. She was dressed in a fitted white crop top, high waisted baggy ripped jeans with chain hearts on her hips, a cropped grey sweater adorning her shoulders, and a pair of Air Force Ones peaking out her pant bottoms. Her long brown to blonde Ombre hair fanned halfway down her back. She was definitely into her accessories. Every finger had a ring or multiple rings on them and she was wearing at least 3 necklaces that you could tell. She had chains on her hips, bracelets on each wrist, a watch on her arm, and bold earrings, all a mix of silvers and golds. Wired rimmed glasses, a simple makeup style, and a plain leather backpack with plushies hanging from the zippers finished off her look. While the taller one was a bigger build. She was honestly intimidating. She gave off a serious and a slight would probably start a fight kind of vibe. Which wasn’t helped by her appearance. While tall, she was covered in tattoos, long split dyed hair which easily reached her lower back had she not tied half of it up, and bold makeup. Her style was best described as what Pinterest would label a mix of ‘e-girl’ and ‘tech’. Baggy black pants with chains, and an unreasonable amount of pockets. A tight fitting black tee shirt, with a massively oversized black zip up hoodie. Like her friend, she wore silver and black rings on every finger. Mismatched silver earrings, one of a cross dangling down, while the other was just a chain. A simple silver chain rested on her neck. Completed with a pair of black combat boots and a black backpack lazily slung over one of her shoulders. You supposed the true ‘best’ way to describe her would be ‘Clad in black,’ as so famously described by Jonathan Harker after meeting Dracula. You’d have thought her a vampire if not for the silver, or were those werewolves that feared silver? 

You shook the thought from your head as the taller one grabbed your wrist lightly, tugging you towards the end of the bar to await your drink. 

‘First day?’ the small one asked, smiling warmly to you while the other checked her phone. You nodded softly, looking toward the ground. 

‘Just transferred here, I heard the Drama program here was better.’

‘You’re in the drama program?’ The taller one looked up from her phone, ‘Fantastic!’ 

Before you knew it you were being led down the pathways, through the campus towards the two girls dorm. A part of you just wanted a coffee and to go back to your own room, but somehow you had managed to be convinced to join them on what they described as ‘whatever adventure we come across’. When the door opened to their dorm, a boy stood quietly in the kitchen as he stared deeply into the fridge. 

‘Jesus you two really don’t cook in here.’ he muttered as he heard the door open, looking up only to find you standing beside them, ‘and who’s this?’

‘Just some girl I kidnapped.’ The taller one shrugged, ‘All alone in a coffee shop, can you believe it? Can we keep her?’ 

‘You can’t just keep bringing strays home.’ he sighed, ‘Can you two even afford another child?’ 

‘I- can uh,’ you looked towards the door, 

‘Don’t mind Minho he’s just mad he’s not the favourite anymore,’ 

‘Kitty.’ 

‘Yessss Minho?’ 

‘Do you want to die?’ 

‘Don’t threaten me with a good time’ 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

“Get out of my way,” Jeongin pushed past you as he made his way to the kitchen, 

“Manners Innie,” 

“Fuck you,” he whispered back, 

“Feisty.” Jeongin made quick of grabbing his water, and shuffled back towards the couch. He lightly kicked Chan before he climbed back on top of Kitty, snuggling back into her chest. Before you knew it, he was once again passed out in the comfort of Kitty’s embrace. 

Jisung held in a laugh, as he watched Chan stir in his sleep. Somehow, the kick from Jeongin hadn’t managed to wake him. 

“So,” Jisung whispered, “I’m guessing you were left with no choice about joining this thing too?” He slowly makes his way to you, as you stare out the window. Placing himself down in the empty spot beside you. You hum in response, as you watch the clouds roll in. Rain would be nice. “What’ya looking at?” 

“The clouds. Looks like it might rain,” you sigh, 

“Do you not like the rain?” 

“Love it actually,” you continue staring out the window, if the rain starts maybe you’d sneak outside and simply sit and watch as it falls. And as if the earth had heard your thoughts, the first drop of water slides slowly down the window. You always loved the rain. There was something about it that made you feel calm. Maybe it was the way that rain symbolized washing away the old and bringing in the new. Maybe it was the memories of playing in the rain as a child came to your mind every time a light sprinkling fell from the sky. Maybe it was the reminder of how you would make forts in your bedroom as a teenager at the first sound of thunder. You had always loved the rain, finding comfort in the humidity and constant pattering of raindrops. Every time it rained now, you would have the urge to go out and smell the rain. Taking in the scent of the fresh rainfall and wandering around to splash in the puddles. This time was no exception. 

You quickly get up, rushing to the door as quietly as possible. Slipping on your shoes, and slowly opening the door, 

“Where are you going? It’s three thirty in the morning-” 

“To watch the rain,” you smile before walking out the door, slowly closing it behind you. You rush down the hall and towards the elevator quickly hopping in and hitting the button from the ground floor. On the way from the fourth floor to the lobby, you remember you had left your phone and keys in the dorm, but surely no one would lock you out since the majority of them were knocked out from the night of drinking. 

You sat under the awning, watching as the rain turned from a light drizzle to an extreme downpour. Five minutes passed, before you realized that not only had you left your phone and keys back inside, but you didn’t bring your coat with you. You could endure the cold as long as needed if it meant you got to watch the rain. The sound of it hitting against the ground was the same calming pattering you remember from your youth. A wave of comfort already filled you as you listened to the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the awning above you, and the splash from the cars driving through puddles. The scent of it filling your senses, with a pleasant sense of nostalgia. Rainy days may seem glum to many; but to you it was nothing but peace. Rainy days meant relaxation and time for yourself. 

“You’re gonna catch a cold sitting out here without a jacket.” Jisung sighed, as he lightly placed his hoodie over you, “Seriously, you couldn’t take a moment to make sure you weren’t gonna get sick? You need to take care of your health, you know."

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly, slightly embarrassed you forgot such an important item. “I’m pretty okay with being cold, as long as I don’t miss the passing storm.” 

“You’d get sick for a storm?” 

“Any day.” he hums in acknowledgment, and slowly sits on the other end of the step. He watches as the rain pours down. The silence was neither uncomfortable nor awkward, but well appreciated. You hear him shuffle in his spot, looking to him you notice he’s sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of the weather. It was two more moments of silence before he begins to hum, a tune that wasn’t recognizable to you. 

“What’s that song?” you ask, 

“I don’t know yet, just something that popped into my head.” quickly he pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to record a voice memo into it, “Fuck.” he mutters, “No, not that.” 

You watch as he fidgets with his phone, typing and recording whatever comes to mind. You wonder if this is normal behavior for him. Does Kitty get like this too when she writes music? Do all musicians do this? His legs are bouncing up and down as he re-records and hums the tune to his phone over and over. You smile to yourself watching how serious he is about this little diddy he’s working on.

“I still freeze..” He whispers, “yeah, yeah that works.” he finally looks back up from his phone before giving you an awkward smile, “Ah, uh. Sorry, I just didn’t want to lose the thought, sorry if I was bothering you.” 

“No, no it’s fine.” 

“If you were wondering, I, uh. I-” his cheeks begin to turn a light shade of red as he looks back down at his phone, “I uh, write songs. Sometimes.” he coughs lightly, “I- I mean we all do, Chan, Bin, and I.” 

You watch as he fidgets in his spot on the stairs. He’s rambling about producing and writing music. You find yourself completely enamored by his cuteness. He's so shy while explaining his passion to you. You wrap the sweatshirt closer around yourself. Right, the sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. You look down and notice how the sweatshirt is ridiculously large on you, giving you the cutest lil sweater paws. You pulled the sleeves up to your nose that was starting to get a little cool. The scent of amber and lilacs filled your nose. The scent was strangely addicting and comforting, especially mixed with the rain. You wanted to wrap yourself further into this smell, you brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your knees and nestling your face into the sleeves. Basking in the comfort and warmth. You look back at Jisung and notice that he’s only in a long sleeve. Why did he give up his sweatshirt to a complete stranger? You two only just met a few hours ago and he gave you the sweater off his back to keep you warm and is opening up to you about one of his greatest passions. You feel your heart swell the more you look at him and listen to him talk. His cheeks are so full, you want to poke them so badly. 

“Did I bore you?” Jisung whispers, 

“Not at all, I was just thinking” 

“What about?” 

“I feel the same way about both acting and lit,” you beamed at him, noticing his slight bit of embarrassment. “I don’t know. There’s something about acting that makes me happy. Pretending to be someone else, getting into the role of that person. Their emotions, their story.” 

Do you enjoy it because you get to pretend to be anyone else rather than yourself? So that you can escape your own emotions for just a moment? Jisung wondered, he smiled back at you as he let himself fall deep in thought. Because maybe that’s why I let myself fall into music. To escape my own reality. Do you do it as well? 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” he laughs, 

“You look so sad?” 

“Mm, sometimes I overthink things. So,” he answered without thinking, 

“Overthink things? Like what?” He simply gives you a small smile, 

“Like if I enjoy the rain, or the silence that comes along with a rainy day.” He sighs, as he looks towards the rain once more. A part of him did want to ask the question he had originally thought. The reason you enjoy acting so much, but he knew it was a question that could potentially scare you off. Prying for such a personal answer could prove to be uncomfortable. Instead he kept his inner thoughts within himself and answered your question with a simple answer about the rain. 

“Sometimes, I wonder the same thing.” You look towards the rain once more, once again a comfortable silence falling between the two of you. 

Finally, with the help of the sound of the rain, and the warmth of Jisung’s hoodie you feel your eyes falling heavily. You begin to nod off slowly. The sound of the rain drowning out the rest of the world. You could feel your body starting to lean off falling slowly as you fell asleep. 

ꕀ❀ꕀ

When you woke up, the smell of eggs and toast filled the room. Quiet chatter outside the room you lay in. You found yourself cuddled up in Jisung’s hoodie, with a blanket carefully wrapped around you. You carefully walked out of the room, opening the door to the ten people huddled around Minho’s coffee table. 

“Morning!” Felix chirped as he heard the door creak open, 

“More like afternoon,” 

“How did I get into Minho’s room?” you grumble, still half asleep. 

“Jisung brought you back up, heard you fell asleep listening to the rain again.” Minho laughed, 

“Oh-” you felt your face heat up, the poor man had to carry you all the way back upstairs. “I’m sorry about that Jisung, you should have just woken me up.” 

“It’s fine honestly, you were tired.” Jisung gave you a sweet smile, his cheeks puffing out. “I wasn’t gonna wake you.” 

“Please, as if you could, heavy ass sleeper. When she does sleep that is.” Minho laughs,

You give Jisung an apologetic look. You feel horrible for having him carry you up to bed last night. But damn, how strong was this man to carry you up? “Seriously though, I’m sorry. I do that a lot.” 

“It’s cool, honestly it really wasn’t any trouble.” 

“Little miss can only sleep when there's rain, Jesus how do you survive the dry seasons? Or the winter?” Minho scoffs, you roll your eyes at him and place yourself in the only available spot between Kitty and Mini. 

“Nothing a few sleeping pills and tea can’t help.” you shrug.

You all sat around, chatting lightly with each other while eating breakfast together. Everyone looked like they were nursing their hangovers, apart from Chan, Kitty, Mini, Minho, and Changbin who all seemed to be completely fine. You knew for a fact that Kitty, Mini, and Minho had ridiculous tolerances for alcohol, those three could drink a whole bar dry and still be fine the next day. Chan obviously didn’t really drink last night, and if he did have a shot in his hand, Kitty took it out from between his fingers and drank it herself. And of course Changbin was fine. You’ve heard stories from Felix how Changbin never got hangovers. You always thought he was lying but you saw for yourself that he was indeed telling the truth. The others were pretty quiet for the most part, some of them staring off into space, zoning out from just waking up or trying to quiet the pounding headaches in their heads.

“Wait , do I have everyone’s number then?” Mini asks, as she looks around the room. Everyone nods as she types away on her phone. Your phone buzzes a few times, before you finally give in and check the messages coming in. 

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[moonshinemusings]

General Alejandro Vargas headcanons (Pt.1)

Warnings: slight mentions of canon typical violence

A/N: The brainrot is strong my friends

• Loves trying new dishes, be it from a totally different culture or something he already knows about, but never had the chance to taste before (or only a handful of times)

• Loves fruits and vegetables, although most of his meals contain more meat than plants. He needs it for his physique so he doesn't mind too much though

• He can cook really well. He's learned it when was pretty young from his mother, and he's proud of his skills

• He's a family oriented man and there is nothing more important to him

• Used to the warm weather, so if he needs to go to places with colder temperatures for some reason, he suffers the whole time, trying to hide his shivering and numbness in his bones

• Isn't an early bird, nor a night owl; sometimes he has trouble sleeping, but he has a daily routine when it comes to waking up, so he sticks to that

• Prefers comfortable clothes, but never minds dressing up fancy either; suits, button downs, elegant shirts and trousers, you name it and he's probably worn it before

• His job doesn't give him much opportunities for that though, so he doesn't own a lot of those items, only a few in case he needs them (has to blend in somewhere, has an official meeting or gets some kind of medal, or God forbid a free day)

• His favourite season is autumn, not because the weather changes that much in Mexico (it does, just not where he usually is), but because of the holidays

• He's not religious, nor does he celebrate that many holidays, but he appreciates their beauty all the same and tries to understand everyone's beliefs and faith

• His favorite holidays are Christmas and Día de Muertos; family is the most important for him as mentioned before

• He's very understanding and has a comforting presence to most. All of his men look up to him, many as a father, idol or brother figure and he deeply appreciates that, because it means just as much for him as for them

• Likes to read occasionally, but doesn't often have the time. When he does, he reads classics or poetry

• He finds the ocean really fascinating, he could talk for hours about the topic (sea creatures, how the oceans move, how they affect the world etc.)

• Always says he can't sing, but Los Vaqueros had the chance to hear him when he was drunk a few times and honestly? He was good

• He can dance too, in his culture it's a thing you learn young and possibly cherish for the rest of your life

• Not a big drinker, but loves alcohol all the same; a tequila man (unsurprisingly), but he also likes red wine. Will drink anything though if the situation requires (as in the team is drinking or he has a toast with higher ups)

• Takes good care of his appearance and knows people turn their heads when they see him. He prides himself on looking good even at his age (although he knows he's not old) and being able to sweep people off their feet

• Comfortable with his affections. He hugs and kisses the cheeks of his brothers without shame and doesn't care if someone calls him gay or anything similar to it. If someone just utters a slur though, his fist is flying faster than the person has finished speaking

• Tries to keep up with everyone in Los Vaqueros; they are his family and he won't forget birthdays or asking about their relatives, hobbies or such

• Won't say it out loud because he doesn't want to hurt anyone else, but Rodolfo is the most important person in his life next to his blood related family. He'd rather get killed himself than watch Rudy suffer (the Hassan mission really messed him up, but Rudy reassured him through the whole procedure until they caught the guy)

• Doesn't mind accessories, but he doesn't really wear them because he doesn't want injuries or to lose them during his job. He has a liking for bracelets and watches specifically

• A romantic by heart, so if he ever has a date or a lady for a night, he will make it worth it. Fancy dinner, long walk under the moonlight, passionate night in bed (all in safe locations of course, he wouldn't risk a civilian, nor anyone else)

• He likes animals, be it the wildlife or pets, so if his life ever allowed him, he'd have a dog or maybe two

• Naturally his job comes with certain skills/abilities; he has a good awareness of people and situations, reading people is easy for him and thinking logically and strategically isn't something you lack in his line of work either

• Doesn't have a sweet tooth, he is used to spicy food not the sweet stuff. Although he loves chocolate, he doesn't often indulge himself

• Wouldn't call himself a coffee person, but likes to have a cup every day before work, or maybe when he feels a rough night setting in and needs a little boost

• Of course his job gifted him with sights in life no person should ever see, and he lost a lot of people in this fight, but he still has kindness in him that he isn't afraid to show

• Sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him. He's an emotional man by nature, and his anger rises quickly when faced with situations he doesn't like. Rodolfo is always there to keep him down to earth though, and he never fails to appreciate his brother's help

• His favourite colors are blue and orange, but if you ask him about clothes he prefers dark tones (black, browns)

• He's always wanted a family of his own and his dream (to call it that foolishly) is to have a daughter, or maybe a big brother and daughter, so the little guy could protect her when he himself couldn't be there

• Loves nature, he always had; going on hikes, spending a day on a beach, scanning through forests, sitting on the skirts of the town, he loves it all

• He also likes flowers and in his younger years he wouldn't have minded learning the language of flowers. Unfortunately that never happened, but he doesn't feel like missing much

• Monday or Sunday, all the same to him. His work doesn't allow the usual week days and breaks, so he gets through every day almost in the same fashion. He likes to give his men the weekends off though, and always encourages them to ask for a leave if they feel sick or have something serious going on at home

• His favourite ice cream flavors are peach, lemon and caramel

• Can play the guitar, although he doesn't really have the time for things like that anymore

• He smells like whatever gear he has on at the moment and something woody probably. His natural scent is something manly and definitely earthy, but it can't really be named. Also, he only uses perfumes and stuff when he's not out in the field for work, or maybe he just sprays himself in the morning and lets it linger for however long it lasts

• He doesn't watch TV, rather spends his little free time doing more productive things like reading or cooking

[enbysiriusblack]

robin (@lesbianmckinnonn ) recently made a post about james potter, sooo I'm doing one inspired by it, for sirius.

firstly; I'm using they/he for sirius because that's what I hc his pronouns as. this whole post is about my own interpretations and views of sirius as a character, but people can hc what they like!

So the the common interpretation/ view of Sirius is very much dramatic, flamboyant, confident, and very loyal. a lot of this does come from the canon material (boo!), for instance his loyalty is shown in poa, where they say they'd rather die than betray his friends. the way he speaks is very dramatic, and we're shown in the flashbacks they're confident and 'popular' (i put that in inverted commas because although it's a common interpretation of sirius, i don't think of them as popular).

to me, sirius is very much all those things. but there's sort of a double side to some of it? although they're confident and extroverted- they aren't really well liked and popular (in a good way). people know of sirius, but don't really know him. they know their family, they know him in relation to 'the marauders', they know them as the gryffindor beater, they know them as the troublemaker, they know them as the 'good looking one', they know them as the gay cross dresser. people know sirius' family, his gossip, his 'label'. and the other students opinion of them from those labels? wildly unlikeable. sirius is seen as obnoxious, dangerous, scary, conceited, queer. sirius is liked for their looks and his best friend, but is hated for who they are.

as a child, sirius would take blame for things regulus had done as a way to protect the younger boy. at first he wasn't as rebellious, but it more came from wanting to protect regulus from harm. as a kid, sirius was completely disconnected to the rest of the world, only ever seeing family members or friends of the family, only ever reading books his parents allowed. they never went in a muggle area, barely allowed out to shops. they would go from grimmauld place, to their holiday home in france, to his cousin's house, to the ministry, and to ministry or family balls and events. they were seen as a 'problem child' only through being fairly lazy, through not wanting regulus to be harmed by punishments so taking his place, and through being an energetic child. as he started hogwarts, he was full of prejudice. only really coming to the truth through friendship with james, peter, and remus; the three of them (and lily, mary, marlene, mcgonagall, and andromeda a little) taught sirius what was right and wrong, because he didn't know yet.

sirius is very protective of himself and their friends, stemming from having to protect regulus since a young age. the slightest hint of danger or a threat gave sirius such a strong reaction to protect. a hand coming close, a single threat, even a bad grade meant something drastic to sirius whereas the others couldn't see it as a big deal. everything always felt so temporary for him- as if it was up to him to keep them all safe and make sure they stay with him and never leave. but when he got disowned, he felt fully free for the first time in their entire life. but he was still haunted by memories and guilt that it clung to him like shadows that wouldn't leave. so, they got drunk. all the time. constantly. because it was an escape from the thoughts, from the guilt, from the memories. alcohol was freedom. and he clung to it. their friends were previously that symbol of freedom, of escape and understanding. but once he was free and his friends couldn't do anything to stop the after-pain, he found alcohol and practically swapped friendship and companionship for getting drunk (linking into the prank.)

sirius gets a lot of attention for his looks, constantly being asked out and flirted with. and although he accepted quite a few, they find it hard to find an attraction to people without the emotional connection already in place. and as they get older, he goes on fewer and fewer dates, having fewer and fewer relationships (and then dating remus); people made up rumours of them, like making out with him at parties and in classrooms. sirius does absolutely love having a sort of 'bad boy' reputation (in some instances. they hate the fact younger years are often terrified of him at first), they can't stand his made-up reputation of being a player (mary gets given the same reputation, just because they're both attractive people).

last point, sirius' intelligence. they are extremely smart, academically. sirius gets top marks, or close to it, in practically every subject and yet hardly ever studies. tbh like,, never revises. never does his work. they're able to remember everything just by flicking through books and notes and half listening in class. they have a very natural intelligence and doesn't feel the need to work hard- instead devoting time to hobbies, and different skills (like mechanics). however, his emotional intelligence is extremely low. sirius hardly ever knows how they're feeling- and even when they do, he doesn't process that in a healthy manner. they also don't quite understand how society functions, having grown up extremely sheltered and wealthy.

I'm shit at conclusions, so I'll just finish by saying: Sirius is extremely impacted by their upbringing and the people around him. he is given such a specfic reputation (by their classmates), and to some degree wants to fit that and be that- but at the same time wants to escape what they're assumed to be and just... be himself. but he doesn't quite know how. sirius is the brightest star, filled with pressure and struggling not to explode.

[yourlocalswan]

a few weeks ago, i went to my first gay bar.

it was cowboy themed that night, it was muggy and hot outside like it always is down South. my friends & i drank cheap alcohol i bought from the gas station (what person in their early 20s can afford $16 cocktails ?? IN THIS ECONOMY!?!). i let my friend borrow my cowgirl hat—me and other friend didn’t know the theme, and she’d just so happened to already be in a country outfit.

when i walked up to the door, everyone was so nice. so incredibly nice, with choice-pricing and little rainbow paper bracelets to let me get more alcohol. inside, country music was playing, and pretty girls gathered around the free water station.

everywhere i looked, there were queer people. people like me and not like me. trans girls in little pieces of pleather. gay men talking loudly between dabs. lesbians covered in glitter smiling into their kisses. friends holding hands as they danced.

out on the back patio, my friends and friendly stranger shared a bowl and passed around cigarettes and compliments. i was tore up one side and down the other, but i couldn’t stop smiling. for the first time in a long time, i didn’t feel like i had to watch my back. i drunkenly inserted myself into a group’s conversation to congratulate someone on getting their PhD.

i didn’t care that my romper was riding up and my ass was showing. my body, for once, felt like my own as it popped out of my clothes in places. i saw the most beautiful women i’ve ever seen, and they’d smile at me, a little older, a bit more comfortable being gay. i’d blush and look away still, like i always do when i feel attracted to girls, but then i’d look back, and they’d smile again.

at the water station, a man complimented me. i returned the thought. after a moment of conversation, i realized he was flirting with me. he was interesting and respectful, but i felt something small inside shriveling.

i felt inside, Is nowhere sacred? must men always find me? where can i go where i won’t be robbed of the safety i felt when i first walked in? where can i go where men’s eyes won’t follow?

i dragged my friends into the bathroom, and after a few minutes, i felt better.

we met some more nice girls and danced. the dj encouraged us to keep the faith against fascism. everyone in the room staked a claim to our soil and soul, in true Southern fashion.

when we left, i felt light again, and my eyes returned to normal. they’d been wide and sparkling all night.

being queer in Florida is hard, but the community never fails. world, don’t forget us. america, don’t forsake us. God, help us.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

WIP Fics Masterlist

95 & 96 (ao3) - Buckysprostate michael/calum, calum/ofc M, 14k (WIP)

Summary: Norwest christian college has one thing going for it, as stated in the schools name, It is a christian school. So all of the team mates and coaches would not find it very nice to find out the secret that Clifford and Hood are hiding.

Or Michael is gay and the rest of the team hates him for it until Calum realizes he might have something in common.

A Feeling That I Can’t Fight (ao3) - lilacpages, shutupluke michael/ashton, michael/calum/ashton, michael/luke/ashton E, 8k (WIP)

Summary: Michael and Ashton have an unmistakable allure to them and a routine that dates back centuries. Calum’s just a simple bartender who’s heard a few things about vampires.

Or, Calum lets a stranger with a boyfriend buy him drinks, and eventually all three of them get more than they bargained for.

A Mild Disaster (ao3) - alseeptoday Calum/Ashton E, 7k (WIP)

Summary: Calum and Ashton have very drunken spur of the moment sex and Calum can’t quite figure out why he liked it so much…

Calum tried to remember what had led up to this but the alcohol was severely clouding his memory. That and the mouth on his neck was sending distracting shivers down his spine.

Baby, This is All I Could Be (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 7k

Summary: The trust Luke places in him breaks Ashton’s heart because he’s crushed Luke, and maybe they’re both too far gone to be saved. In all honesty, Ashton doesn’t even remember hitting Luke, he almost never does. But he knows. He knows he’s angry when he’s drunk just like his mum is, and he knows that he probably hits hard, he hits things for a living, after all. Knowing all of this, Ashton is just astounded by the strength his boy carries on his frail shoulders. Luke carries his whole world, and Ashton repays him with a broken heart and a bruised face.

Or, part two of Promising Everything I Do Not Mean, the morning after

Breakage (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum, michael/luke E, 20k (WIP)

Summary: “What happened to him?” “He’s crazy, Luke. Really, we all are. Some are just crazier than the rest.”

OR- the one where Luke ends up in an asylum and Michael just happens to be the most damaged one there.

Cherry Cola Fantasies (ao3) - twinkylukey luke/ashton, michael/calum, luke/omc E, 5k (WIP)

Summary: The year is 1973, Luke Hemmings is a free soul who wonders the beaches of the Pacific. A runaway, the blonde boy strums his guitar at different stores to make a few dollars. Ashton is a loner, riding the open road. Both boys happen to stop at the same gas station just on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Their paths crossing could change them forever.

Coffee & Mixtapes (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/calum N/R, 7k (WIP)

Summary: Luke didn’t realise what he was getting himself into when he told Calum he would tutor him.

First there was coffee.

Then there were mixtapes.

And suddenly, there were friends with benefits

Fire, Fangs and Forever Love (ao3) - Diaryofanarcissisticgayman luke/ashton/calum E, 8k (WIP)

Summary: Calum quits his job as a magical journalist to chase after a dream. Unfortunately, he has no idea what he’s doing. Luckily for him, he meets two people who can help him figure it out.

Jellyfish (ao3) - TheLarryDiaries michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 22k (WIP)

Summary: “Hi, guys! Mikey and I have decided to create a combined channel specifically for us and even Luke and Ashton! The link’s in the bio, and Michael and I will see you in a bit. Bye!”

~

And that’s how Calum Hood introduced his and Michael’s new channel, Jellyfish.

lights will guide you home (ao3) - prettyluke (parting_ways) luke/ashton M, 48k (WIP)

Summary: After a night blurred by blood and fear, Luke struggles to rebuild his life, and his search for the light leads him right to Ashton.

Lust (ao3) - K_CALM_N luke/ashton E, 37k (WIP)

Summary: Ashton wants to take away Luke’s innocence and practically jumps at the chance to get his hands on him.

My Cobain Shirt (ao3) - unconditionalcalum michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 14k (WIP)

Summary: Michael’s heart skipped a beat. Did he, Calum fucking Hood, just talk to him, Michael? Michael managed to smile at him quickly before the tanned boy walked away, already talking to someone else. It never happened before. Until this moment, Michael wasn’t even sure Calum knew he existed. But apparently, he did.

Or: the one where the shy boy with the bright hair (Michael) has a hopeless crush on the popular soccer-player-with-a-scholarship (Calum).

Off The Field (ao3) - crikeymatee michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 110k (WIP)

Summary: “Neither one of you are playing until you learn to get along. You’re both benched for the remaining games unless you learn to get along with each other.” Coach said.

“WHAT?!”, they screamed in unison.

“How am I supposed to get along with this, t-this fag?!”

“Oh fuck you, you self-centered little bitch.”

Popstar (ao3) - L4sht0n luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 54k (WIP)

Summary: Luke didn’t need a fake boyfriend. He had some problems, every celebrity had some problems. Drug, sex and alcohol was Luke’s getaway, but there was nothing wrong with it. A bit problematic yes, but he did nothing wrong. Luke was losing fans because of his bad behaviour, and he was kind of an asshole. Luke could admit this. But he didn’t need a fake boyfriend. He didn’t need Ashton Irwin to play his fake boyfriend and clean up his mess. If Luke’s management wanted to clean up Luke so badly they should just hire a cleaning lady. Luke didn’t need a fake boyfriend, didn’t want it. Then why did the fake relationship feel so real?

Take On Me (ao3) - DracosPubicHair michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 14k (WIP)

Summary: “He didn’t know why he was taking all those photos of him, he didn’t even know his name. But the way he looked over the crowd, the way his lips pressed against the mic, the way his fingers danced along the fretboard, and the way the lights hit his face with a mesmerizing glow—a whole new world opened up for Luke, and he found a new art to capture.”

or

Luke is a photographer that thinks only scenery is what’s worth capturing, but a struggling musician changes that, and Luke can’t stop looking at his picture.

Tinder Boy (ao3) - boomercal luke/calum N/R, 10k

Summary: After a few fateful swipes Luke and Calum ended up hooking up from Tinder, then they went their separate ways… at least they tried to.

We All Just Wanna Be Big Rockstars (ao3) - queenssmoaks michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 11k (WIP)

Summary: AU: Luke is a huge fan of Michael’s band, Bromance.

What It Takes (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/calum M, 8k (WIP)

Summary: “Wait, wait, wait. You don’t like sex? How can you not like sex?”

And, it’s not that Calum doesn’t like sex, Calum is very sure that he would like sex in the right situation. It’s just, Calum doesn’t like intimacy with just anyone, and he definitely doesn’t like intimacy with the douchebag fratboy that broke his best friend’s heart.

Or, so he thought.

You Ain’t No Friend Of Mine (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 50k (WIP)

Summary: Luke hates Michael and Michael hates Luke ever since they started playing on rival teams but it turns out that they don’t hate each other as much as everyone thinks

You Had Me at Hello. (ao3) - Cashton4506 Calum/Ashton N/R, 10k (WIP)

Summary: Ashton goes on a family vacation on a cruise ship for 4 weeks. Will he begin to enjoy himself when he meets the boy on the floor above?