#they just so gay they have taken over the movie

[green-hair-and-pronouns]

Watching hobbit botfa for the bazillionst time screaming at them dwarfs to not split up but they just keep doing it

Ig they just REALLY wanna die or smth idk

And like it never works to

Like man y'all really aren't learning shit huh

[ghoulishtomato]

Hilarious how lots of conservatives think resistance against change is actual resistance and not just them clinging to the status quo.

[bytemee]

EVERYTHING I WANT — yu jimin.

"i had finally figured out, you were just around the corner."

synopsis. you’re just the wedding planner for your brother’s wedding, trying to keep it all together. but karina, his fiancée, keeps slipping under your skin. she’s perfect—everything you’ve ever wanted—but she’s marrying your brother.

pairing. brothers!fiance!karina x wedding!planner!fem!reader

warning(s). angst w a mixture of fluff, love triangle, cheating (im sorry), angst with a happy ending.

words. 5.7k

authors note. i remember watching a gay movie like this.

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karina has a way of capturing the attention of everyone in a room, and her presence alone is enough to make the world pause. she walks in, all bright eyes and effortless grace, and somehow the entire room shifts to accommodate her. it’s almost like she belongs in a space much grander than this, but then, that’s karina—always radiant, always a little untouchable.

you’ve noticed it countless times before—it's part of the reason why your parents are so calm with the idea of your brother marrying her only months after they've met. karina—your brother’s fiancée, the one they think is perfect in every way. karina—the one who is everything they always hoped for in a partner for him. karina—the one who practically begged you to plan her wedding.

you have to admit, they make a beautiful couple. the way karina and your brother stand in the kitchen, laughing over something she said while she chops vegetables, her hands moving easily, like she’s done this a hundred times. your brother’s smiling at her like she’s the only person in the world. it’s all so natural, so effortless. you can’t deny that they love each other—it’s one of those things you just know. like the feeling of the ground beneath your feet or the wind against your skin. it’s just a fact.

it was the first time in a while you've been to their house, but your brother practically forced you into staying at his while you planned the wedding. they don't seem to mind, which is probably good considering you've taken over the living room as a workspace, with papers and decorations and fabric samples spread out across the coffee table and the couch.

but regardless, the two haven't decided on a venue yet, so the planning process is still in full swing. you had a list of about five venues you thought were promising, and you were hoping they'd settle on one soon so you could stop having to lug around your binder everywhere.

karina finishes up her task and sets the knife down, washing her hands off before she turns to you.

she walks over with that signature smile of hers, the one that makes everything seem like it’s shining just a little brighter. “hey, can we talk about the venue options for a sec?” she asks, her voice smooth like velvet, like it always is.

you glance up from the pile of papers in front of you, your gaze meeting hers for a second too long. the way she’s standing there, close enough to reach out and touch, makes it hard to focus. you blink, trying to get your head back in the game. “uh, yeah, sure. what’s on your mind?”

she leans against the back of the couch, her arms crossing lightly over her chest. “i know we’ve got some good options, but…” she hesitates for a moment, as if carefully considering her next words. “i’ve always wanted a wedding on the beach. you know, like those dreamy ones you see in magazines?”

you freeze for a moment, your fingers lingering over the corner of your binder. the beach. you can’t help the pang that hits you when she says it, because it's something you've always imagined for your own wedding one day, not anyone else’s. it’s silly, of course—you shouldn't have gotten so attached to a fantasy. but you can't help it. you'd always imagined a wedding on the beach, with the sun setting over the waves and sand beneath your feet.

she tilts her head a little, as if trying to figure out what's wrong. when you don't say anything, she speaks again, her tone more gentle. "are you okay?"

you try to shake it off, but karina always seems to notice everything. it's a little bit impressive, really. "oh, i'm fine. just a little tired." you quickly speak again before she can question you further. “you know, your fiancé’s pretty set on that greenhouse. it’s a pretty big deal for him.”

she nods, a small frown tugging at her lips. “i know,” she says softly. “i just can’t help but dream of the beach.” she pauses, then her eyes soften, and she adds with a little more playfulness, "i’ll let you handle the tough decisions. you’re the expert here, after all.”

you hate to let her down, but the odds of convincing your brother to change his mind are low. the greenhouse was his idea, and it means a lot to him, since your father married your mom there years ago. he had talked about wanting to recreate that day, the way the light filtered in through the glass, the flowers all around. his eyes had sparkled as he spoke, like he could imagine the entire scene unfolding before him. you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he had been so excited.

you give a small laugh. “i’m just the wedding planner. you’re the one who has to live with the choice.”

she grins at you before walking away.

but even though you tell yourself it won't be your fault if she doesn't get her dream wedding, the guilt doesn't go away. you just hope she won't hate you for not being able to deliver the perfect day she's been waiting for.

you watch as she heads back over to the kitchen, your gaze lingering on her a little longer than it should. her smile is bright as ever, the one you're not sure you've ever seen her without, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

you swallow, then return to your work.

the venue. you can't get distracted. you're good at your job. you can do this.

the next few days pass in a flurry of phone calls and emails, and you're barely keeping track of which venue you're supposed to be going to see next. you've visited a handful, but it seems like they've all had the same issue—they don't have the space for the kind of wedding karina's dreaming of.

the pressure is starting to wear on you. you’ve been juggling so many details, from flowers to photographers to caterers, but every venue just feels off in one way or another. some are too big, some too small. others don’t have the kind of beachy vibe karina’s been dreaming of, and you can tell she’s starting to get a little discouraged.

you can see the way her shoulders slump when another place doesn’t meet her expectations, the way she tries to mask her disappointment with that perfect smile of hers. it’s hard to watch. but you also know this is her dream, her wedding. she deserves to have everything she’s envisioned for years.

“i swear, if i see one more ballroom…” you mutter under your breath, flipping through another round of emails, trying to see if any of the new suggestions could work.

karina, seated across from you in the café, lets out a small laugh. “you’re telling me. but we’ve got to keep looking, right?”

you look up, meeting her gaze for the first time in a while. she looks exhausted, her makeup a little faded from a long day of venue tours, but her smile is as warm as ever. it makes your heart ache.

you swallow, then turn back to your phone. "yeah. yeah, we do." you take a sip of your drink, not even removing your eyes from the screen. "i've been hearing a lot of good things about this one place, though."

karina leans forward, her elbows resting on the table. "which one?"

but before you can reply, a giggle leaves her lips, and she points to the side of your nose. "oh my god, you've got whipped cream on your nose. let me…"

her hand reaches out, and then she's touching you, her thumb brushing over the tip of your nose, sending shivers down your spine. she pulls her hand back, a little whipped cream on her thumb.

she smiles. "got it."

you blink, and your brain short-circuits for a second. her touch was so fleeting, but the warmth lingers.

she doesn't notice, already turned back to your phone ready to see the venue you were muttering about.

you exhale. the venue. right. focus.

and then, it happens.

when you get back home, an hour later you hear it from the other room—a loud argument, your brother's voice booming, and karina's pleading for him to just listen. your eyes widen. you'd never heard her raise her voice like that before.

they’ve always been so perfect together, but now, the disagreement over the wedding venue seems to be pushing things too far. you can’t make out the exact words, but you catch a few—the beach, the greenhouse, and your name a couple of times. the door slams shortly after, and everything falls silent.

you glance at the door leading to the hallway, torn between going to see what’s going on and staying out of it. the last thing you want is to get caught in the middle of their argument, but part of you can't help but feel concerned. this isn’t like them—karina, always the picture of composure, and your brother, usually so patient. it doesn’t add up.

you hear footsteps and then a quiet knock at the door. "are you awake?"

you take a deep breath. "yeah, come in."

the door opens, and karina walks in, looking as stunning as ever. her face is still flushed from the argument, but her hair is swept to the side, the light catching on her earrings. even in a moment like this, she's effortlessly beautiful.

"hey," you say softly, motioning toward the couch. "are you okay?"

she sits down beside you, her body relaxing a little, like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. she nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. "i'm fine. we're fine."

you tilt your head, not fully believing her. you've been friends for years, after all. you can tell when she's holding something back. "are you sure? because i heard—"

"we're fine," she repeats, a little more firmly.

you nod, but you still feel unsure. it's clear they need some time to themselves, and you can't force her to tell you what's going on. “you know,” you say, shifting beside her, “if you need a break, we could do something completely different. a distraction. a moment just for you.”

she looks at you, eyes wide, clearly intrigued by the offer. “like what?”

a slow grin spreads across your face. “let’s get food for starters. and then…"

she cuts you off before you can finish. "as long as it involves wine, i'm in."

the smile is back, and your heart aches with it. you've missed seeing her smile, the way her eyes crinkle at the edges, her whole body seeming lighter. it's a feeling you never want to let go of.

without missing a beat, you get up and grab your keys. “perfect. let's go!"

you hold your hand out, and her fingers are warm in yours as you lead her out the door.

the two of you end up parked in front of a small, neon-lit burger joint tucked away on a quiet street. it’s one of those old-school places with a bright red roof and a hand-painted menu board by the drive-thru. it looks like it hasn't changed much since it was built decades ago, but that's exactly why you love it.

karina’s sitting cross-legged in the passenger seat, the bottle of wine you impulsively grabbed resting between you. you’d managed to snag a couple of burgers and fries to go, and now the two of you are tucked away in the car, sharing fries like you’re the only people in the world.

“this is so random,” she says, laughing softly. she’s still got a bit of a flush from earlier—whether from the wine or the argument, you’re not sure. but for now, you try not to think about it. you don't want to ruin the moment.

“that’s what makes it perfect,” you reply, passing her a fry. she takes it with a smile, your fingers brushing briefly. your heart trips over itself at the contact, and you reach for the bottle of wine to take another sip. it’s not the fanciest vintage, but it’s doing the job.

karina takes the bottle next, swiping at the neck before drinking straight from it. when she lowers it, her eyes are sparkling with something mischievous. “i always liked the idea of writing my vows on something unconventional,” she says suddenly, resting her head against the seat. “like in the movies. you know, scribbled on the back of a napkin or a burger wrapper. something spontaneous and real.”

you can’t help but laugh. “we’ve got burger wrappers right here.”

her eyes light up. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not.”

she sets down the bottle and grabs the crumpled wrappers from the bag. “alright. let’s do it. right here, right now. our mock wedding.”

you raise an eyebrow. this was not how you thought the night was going to go, but then again, karina has always been full of surprises. she looks so excited at the idea; you can't bring yourself to say no. you're already in this deep, after all.

you grab a pen from the glove compartment, the tipsy energy between you growing contagious. you hand it over, and karina carefully smooths out one of the wrappers on her lap.

“alright,” she declares, biting back a grin. “i vow to always share my fries with you. even the crispy ones.”

you snort. “that’s a big promise.”

“and i vow to never judge you for eating burgers at midnight,” she adds, her grin widening.

“okay, my turn,” you say, leaning in. “i vow to always keep you stocked up on wine and burgers. and fries. all the good stuff. just in case of an emergency, of course. or for a spontaneous road trip. whichever comes first, i guess."

you're both giggling, and then her smile softens. she looks at you with those eyes, and for a moment, the rest of the world falls away. then her expression shifts. she takes a deep breath, fingers toying with the pen. “one more,” she says, her voice quieter now. “i vow to always be someone you can turn to, no matter what. even when things get messy or complicated.”

her eyes are still on yours, and you can't bring yourself to break the contact. you feel like the air has been knocked out of your lungs, and it's almost too much, too fast.

you finally manage to get the words out, your voice coming out a little strained. "i promise too."

karina smiles softly, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face. “let’s go somewhere,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“where?” you ask, still breathless.

she glances at the horizon, where the stars are just beginning to scatter across the night sky. “the beach.”

without another word, you put the car in drive and head toward the coast. the streets are quiet, the hum of the tires against the road the only sound as the town fades behind you. it feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist—just you, karina, and the open road.

when you arrive, the beach is deserted, bathed in moonlight and the soft crashing of waves. you both kick off your shoes and walk toward the shoreline, the sand cool beneath your feet. karina stops just shy of the water, turning to face you.

“alright,” she says, holding out her hand. “let’s make this official.”

you laugh, taking her hand. “this is the most spontaneous fake wedding i’ve ever been a part of.”

her grin is wide, a little wild, like she’s already planning something outrageous. “just wait until our real wedding. then it’ll really be a show.”

the words hit you harder than expected—our real wedding. your mind flashes with an image: karina walking down the aisle, her dress swishing with every elegant step, her smile lighting up the whole room.

karina squeezes your hand gently, bringing you back to reality. "are you ready?"

you give her a tiny nod. “i’m ready.”

she turns to face you, her smile dimming just enough to make the moment feel serious. she takes a steadying breath before starting. “i vow to always share my fries with you—even the crispy ones.”

you grin. "i vow to not get jealous when you share your fries with someone else."

"that's a fair point." she pauses for a moment, glancing at the moon overhead. when she speaks again, her voice is softer. "i vow to not forget about all the nights we've stayed up talking, the sun just starting to rise, and how i could listen to your voice forever. and i vow to always be someone you can count on, no matter what."

her words make your heart ache. you swallow, trying to push down the feeling. "i vow to never give up, even when things get tough. even when everything's changing around us. and i vow to always be a place you can run to."

the words hang between you for a moment, and you feel like the whole world has stopped. everything feels surreal, like a dream, the kind you're afraid of waking up from. then she steps closer, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off her. her next words are softer, more serious, the playfulness stripped away. “do you vow to take me to the best burger joints at midnight?”

your voice is quieter now too. “i do.”

“do you vow to share your fries with me, even the crispy ones?”

“i do.”

she takes a small, shaky breath, her gaze locked on yours. “and do you vow to always be my friend? to stand by me, even when things get hard or messy?”

your throat tightens, but somehow you manage to speak. “i do.”

karina’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t smile fully. there's something vulnerable in her expression, like she's revealing a piece of herself she's never shown before. "do you promise to always remember tonight? how special this moment is?"

"i do."

she nods, her eyes shining. "good. because i do, too."

her gaze drops to your lips, and you realize what she's doing a second too late. before you can even process what's happening, her mouth is on yours, warm and soft and sweet. it's the kind of kiss you feel all the way down to your toes, the kind that makes the rest of the world disappear.

it's everything and nothing all at once.

then the moment passes, and she's pulling away, a little breathless. "i'm sorry. i just…"

you blink, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes out.

she swallows, then steps back, her cheeks flushed. "i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me. that was stupid. we should go."

she turns and walks off, her footsteps echoing through the darkness. you watch her leave, not daring to say anything, because if you speak, you'll break the spell. you'll wake up from this dream, and it'll all be gone, and this moment will be lost forever.

karina speedwalks to your car, her ears hot and her head spinning. what the hell did i just do? she opens the car door and climbs in, her body feeling weightless. the kiss was an impulse, a split-second decision, and now she's left wondering why the hell she thought it was a good idea.

you get in the car a moment later, your expression unreadable. you're silent for a few beats, then you clear your throat. "here take my jacket," you say, reaching over to drape it around her shoulders. "you look cold."

her chest tightens. of course, you're being kind and sweet. god, why did she have to ruin the moment?

she takes the jacket, but it does nothing to warm the chill that's seeped into her bones. she's so confused. one minute, she's getting engaged, and the next, she's kissing you, the one person who's never given her a reason to doubt. she feels like she's falling apart, piece by piece.

"let's get you home," you say quietly, starting the car.

karina nods, her eyes focused on the window. the rest of the ride is silent, neither of you daring to say a word.

a month passed since that night—the kiss that left you spinning and karina’s unexpected confession. you’d both fallen into a strange rhythm after that. conversations were shorter, more careful, as if the words had to be handled with gloves. and though things seemed okay on the surface, there was a distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

she was still okay with the greenhouse. you’d finalized every last detail together, but it felt like neither of you were talking about what really mattered. instead, you both threw yourselves into the wedding planning like it was the only way to keep moving forward.

it was just after midnight when you found yourself back in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water. it had been a long day, and your mind was still racing. you stood there for a while, sipping slowly, mind wandering.

the front door creaked open. your brother stumbled in, his suit rumpled, tie hanging loosely around his neck. his eyes were bloodshot, and he reeked of whiskey and something faintly floral—perfume. you could guess what had happened.

“company celebration,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes. “big news… big, big news.”

you wrapped an arm around him and helped him upstairs. he leaned on you heavily, his usually confident demeanor dulled by the alcohol. when you sat him down on the edge of your bed, you noticed it—lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, faint but undeniable.

your stomach twisted. you swallowed hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. it was none of your business. after all, she cheated as well...with you.

after he passed out, you quietly shut the door and went back downstairs. there was no sleep to be found, not when your thoughts were tangled in the events of what's happened over the past three months—the kiss, karina’s sudden agreement to the greenhouse wedding, the lipstick stains. it was too much.

you sat at the dining room table and pulled out your laptop. the wedding planning documents filled the screen, emails flooding in with suggestions and changes. you worked mindlessly, letting the repetition of it all keep your thoughts at bay.

the hours bled into one another, and before you knew it, pale sunlight was breaking through the windows. your eyes burned, your muscles ached, but you couldn’t stop.

footsteps behind you made you freeze.

karina.

her hair was a mess of loose waves, and she wore one of those oversized pajama shirts she loved. she had two mugs of coffee in hand, the familiar scent of hazelnut filling the room. without a word, she placed one in front of you.

“you’ve been up all night,” she said quietly.

“i had things to do,” you answered, not meeting her eyes.

karina sighed, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and the tension in your shoulders. “you’re burning yourself out.”

when you didn’t say anything, she walked around the table and stood behind you. her hands found your shoulders, fingers pressing gently into the knots there. she massaged in slow circles, her thumbs working out the tightness you hadn’t even noticed.

her voice was soft as she spoke, barely more than a whisper. "you should get some sleep. you can't keep doing this."

but you were too tired, too worn down, to respond. you couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of her hands on your shoulders, the warmth of her touch sinking into your skin.

she leaned down, her breath tickling your ear. "can we talk?"

"yeah," you managed.

karina let go and moved to the seat across from you. she looked like she was struggling with something, the same look from the night at the beach, when she had asked you to promise her to remember. her fingers tapped on the mug. you could tell she was stalling, trying to decide what to say, but eventually, the words came.

"i'm sorry."

you were sorry too. for so many things, but you didn't say them out loud. instead, you just nodded.

"i never meant for this to happen," she said. "but it's all getting a little too much."

you were exhausted. tired of everything—the wedding, the kiss, the feelings. tired of being the planner. tired of pretending everything was fine when it wasn't.

karina's gaze dropped to her hands, her voice small. "i didn't mean to make things weird between us. i just didn't know what to do."

"it's okay," you replied, because it was all you could say.

"it's not," she insisted. "you're my best friend. i don't want to lose that."

she was right. you were her best friend. she was supposed to be marrying your brother, not making out with you at midnight. the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

"we'll get through this. together." you tried to sound convincing, but it fell flat.

"will we?" her voice was barely audible. "you've been pushing me away for weeks. i can tell."

you shook your head, but it was pointless. the truth was staring you in the face, and it wasn't pretty.

karina sighed, her gaze lifting from the table to meet yours. "i'm sorry. i don't want things to be awkward between us. i don't want this to change things."

her eyes were filled with such honesty and vulnerability, it made your chest ache. you wanted to reach out, hold her, and reassure her that everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't. you couldn't bring yourself to lie.

you rubbed your hands over your face, trying to ease the tension building behind your eyes. the words were stuck, clawing at your throat, desperate to escape. but what could you say?everything was so tangled.

“i’m not pushing you away,” you finally managed, though it felt hollow. “i just… don’t know how to handle all this.”

she gave you a weak smile, but her eyes were still sad.

the silence stretched between you, growing heavier with each passing moment. neither of you knew what to say.

“i don’t want to hurt you,” she said suddenly, her voice trembling.

your stomach twisted, and you had to look away. “you’re not hurting me.”

it was a lie, and you both knew it. but what good would the truth do?

karina sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. she looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in days. maybe she hadn’t. “i just want us to be okay. like before.”

“before,” you repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. before everything. before the kiss. before you saw your brother stumble in last night, lipstick stains betrayed his lies.

she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "yeah, before. like we promised in our vows."

you let out a breath. was she really bringing this up now? "our fake vows."

karina flinched, as if your words had physically struck her. she looked at you, her eyes pleading. "you promised to always remember that night. that's not nothing."

you closed your eyes, trying to block out the memory. it was a mistake. a stupid, impulsive decision. one you shouldn't have made. one you shouldn't be thinking about.

"look, it's fine. we'll just forget it ever happened. like we're supposed to."

"are we?"

you stared at her, your throat tightening. "yes. because that's what's best. for everyone."

she swallowed, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. "okay. if that's what you want."

"it is." the words were heavy, weighing on your chest, crushing the air from your lungs.

"alright. then i guess we should go back to planning."

she forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. the conversation was over.

and that was it. you tried not to think about the kiss or the way her hand had felt in yours. but the memories lingered, refusing to let go.

the day of the wedding arrived. you stood at the back of the greenhouse, feeling out of place as the carefully chosen flowers, delicate white drapes, and twinkling fairy lights filled the space with a sense of serenity that felt foreign to you. everything about this moment was supposed to be beautiful, perfect, just as your brother had imagined. but you couldn’t shake the unease that knotted in your stomach.

the ceremony was supposed to feel like a celebration, a milestone in their lives. but it wasn’t. the sight of your brother, standing at the altar with the priest, waiting for karina, made something inside you tighten. he was smiling, his hands clasped together in anticipation. but the thought of him with her—knowing everything that had happened between the two of you—suddenly felt wrong. not to mention what he did himself.

and then, she appeared.

karina entered, her arm linked with your father’s, walking down the aisle with the grace of someone who belonged in a dream. the flowing ivory gown clung to her figure in a way that made your breath catch. the soft music playing in the background seemed to fade as you watched her approach, unable to tear your eyes away.

her gaze flickered to you for the briefest of moments. it was only a glance, but it held so much. the quiet acknowledgment that things weren’t the way they were supposed to be. that this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.

you could barely breathe. you had promised to be strong, to be there for her. but seeing her like this, walking down the aisle toward your brother, was impossible. all the promises you had made, all the words you had told her in the days leading up to this, suddenly felt so hollow. she wasn’t yours. she never had been, and yet, everything inside you screamed that she should be.

you couldn’t stay.

without thinking, you turned and quietly slipped out of the greenhouse, avoiding the curious glances of your family. the sounds of the ceremony, the murmurs of the guests, faded as you walked, faster and faster, until you were outside, out of the view of the guests, heading straight for the beach.

the water was cool, the sand soft beneath your feet, the gentle breeze soothing. but it wasn't enough. you could still feel the ache in your chest, the heaviness that had settled there the moment you saw karina walking down the aisle.

you had been so certain that you could do this, that you could keep your promise and be there for her, no matter what. but now, standing on the beach, the waves washing over your feet, you realize how foolish it had been to think that.

you sank to the sand, burying your face in your hands. how had things gotten this far? how had everything become so tangled, so complicated, so fast? and why did it feel like your heart was being torn in two?

you were torn in so many directions, your mind spinning with thoughts of karina, of the kiss, of your brother, and of everything that had led to this moment. you wanted to scream, to let the confusion and frustration pour out of you, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t make sense of it all.

everything felt like it was unraveling, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. the hurt, the guilt, the love that you couldn’t seem to let go of—it all washed over you, suffocating you. you loved her. you had always loved her, but it was wrong. she was marrying your brother. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. you weren’t supposed to be the one to feel this way.

but the feeling was there, as real as the sand beneath your feet and the wind against your skin. you couldn't deny it, no matter how hard you tried.

"y/n."

your heart skipped a beat. you looked up, and there she was, standing at the edge of the sand. karina, still in her wedding dress, the fabric flowing around her as she stepped toward you, barefoot.

"y/n," she repeated, her voice soft, almost pleading.

you were frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. your throat tightened; the words stuck.

“what are you doing here?” you managed to ask, your voice wavering.

“i couldn’t let you go,” she said, her voice breathless. “i can’t let you walk away from me. not like this.”

you stood up, unsure of what to say, but before you could form any words, karina was running toward you, her wedding dress trailing behind her. she didn’t stop until she was right in front of you, her hands trembling as she reached for yours.

"i can’t marry him," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "not when i feel like this. not when it’s you i want."

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. your mind raced. "karina, this isn’t—"

"i don’t care," she interrupted. "i can’t pretend anymore. i’m sorry. i should’ve told you sooner. i should’ve never let you go, even when i knew how wrong it was. but i can’t marry him when i’m in love with you."

you blinked, staring at her. in love with you. she was in love with you. the words echoed in your head, and you couldn't find the strength to speak.

"y/n, please. say something."

karina’s face crumpled, and she stepped closer, her hands trembling as she cupped your face. “please,” she whispered, “don’t let me lose you. you're everything i want."

her touch was warm, and you couldn't help but lean into it. she was so close, and you could feel her heartbeat, her breathing, her warmth. it was intoxicating, and before you knew what you were doing, your lips met hers, gentle and tender, as if she was afraid of breaking you.

but you couldn't break. not when she was kissing you like this. not when her lips were so soft, and her arms were around your waist, pulling you closer. it felt like the world was shifting, the ground giving way beneath your feet. but she was there, holding onto you, her grip tight and desperate, like she was afraid of losing you.

the kiss deepened, and everything else fell away. all you could feel was her. all you could think about was how right it felt, how perfect it was, and how this was the moment you had been waiting for. you were home, in her arms, and nothing else mattered.

the kiss broke, and karina pulled back, her breathing ragged. her eyes were bright, full of emotion, and you knew yours were the same.

"i love you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "i love you, and i'm sorry i didn't realize it sooner."

the words washed over you, and for the first time, everything felt right.

"i love you too," you breathed, not caring that it was wrong or that you shouldn't be saying it. you couldn't stop yourself, and the feeling of finally letting the words out was overwhelming. "you're everything i want…and more."

her eyes widened, and then a smile tugged at her lips, wide and bright, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. she kissed you again, fierce and passionate, and you could feel her joy, her relief, her love. it was the kind of kiss that made your heart swell, that made you feel like you were floating, and nothing could ever come between you.

"i'm yours," she whispered against your lips, her voice breaking. "i'll always be yours."

[mahalkitamully]

love is love 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: dom ! ellie williams x fem ! reader oneshot !

CONTENT WARNING: very freaky near the end

INCLUDES !! dom Ellie, fingering, praise and comfort, teasing, begging, pet names (good girl, baby, mama, basic ones ik)

TW: religious guilt LMAO

summary: reader's feeling religious guilt for liking Ellie, and Ellie comforts her!! (oh she gonna comfort her another away alr..)

this is definitely more self indulgent, but I hope those struggling out there with me feel comforted a little bit :3 this is also kinda inspired by that one scene in "but I'm a cheerleader" where Megan and Graham are getting super touchy and stuff !!

again I don't proofread my writing before posting so i'm sorry if it's buns </3

ー

Ellie was never religious. she hoped there would be something up there, a reason why life was going shit but she gave up. you on the other hand, grew up in a religious household. as much as you loved God, you've always felt a strange attraction to girls. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help it. girls and their pretty lips, their eyes, ..boobsー fuck, girls are just so pretty.

which led to your current state with your friend Ellie Williams. you and her had been oddly close, your parents letting her sleep over every now and then. they just had to never find out she was gay. easy enough! you and Ellie were watching a movie downstairs in the living room, your parents already asleep. every stolen glance, scooting closer, and legs brushing that happened made your heart stutter. you didn't want to admit it, it felt wrong, but you were falling in love. with a girl. and you were falling hard.

you still had to keep calm, pretend nothing was wrong. you used that to your advantage, I mean- you got to cuddle close and yeah she'd get flustered but you got away with it. it was nice having her move your hair out the way so she could lean against your shoulder. you felt guilty using this, both because Ellie didn't know you were like this because you needed her as close to you as possible, but also because God was watching. right now. seeing you cuddle up to a girl you were thinking about so pervertedly.

here you were, sitting on her lap as she held her arms around your waist, holding you closely. her breath warm against your ear "Ellie I've been thinking.." you started, the movie playing as Ellie hummed. "God would get mad if I like girls y'know?" you continued, as Ellie chuckled. "so I've heard?"

"but- I think-" you stammered, growing embarrassed. your heart raced admitting it out loud. you turned around, wanting to look her in the eyes when you said it.. even though you didn't and ended up just looking everywhere but Ellie. "there's a really pretty girl and honestly I don't know what to do anymore because she's so so gorgeous and I wanna kiss her so bad but I can't because I'm scared God will hate me or my parents will hate me or-" you rambled on and on.

Ellie was taken aback, your sudden confession both exciting and worrying her. she waited for you to finish, before finally speaking up, her voice a little shaky.

"well.. what from what i know, God made love right?"

"right"

"then.. I think people should love who they want. you cant help who you love."

"but it says-"

"yes I know it says homosexuality is a sin but, you just can't help it. like- your crush on this girl- who even is it-??"

"..just keep telling me your advice" you changed the topic, turning red.

"fine fine.. but, love is love y'know? you will love whoever, and your heart can't help that."

you took her words in, basically straddling her lap before you hugged her tightly, your hands gripping the back of her shirt tightly. "...I think I like you." you finally blurted out, as Ellie's eyes widened, her cheeks red. "well shit.. I.. I like you too."

the movie was playing, but so were you two. what started off as a gentle kiss led to her on top of you, her knee propped and grinding your clothed sex as her hands gently trailed your body, feeling the skin under her finger tips. her kiss muffled your whimpers, your hips grinding against her knee for any kind of friction, before wanting more. you pawed at her shirt, your eyes teary as you whimpered out.

"please Ellie.."

"please what?" she tilted her head teasingly, her knee applying more pressure as you whined out.

"...I- I- want your fingers inside me.." you stuttered out as she smiled, chuckling breathlessly

"shit.. good girl.." she whispered, her fingertips slowly traveling down your chest, to your stomach, before slowly slipping into your panties, your breath hitching as her fingers circled your slit. she watched your face, seeing your brows knit together as you desperately tried to push it inside, your hips angling against her fingers. she kissed your neck, shushing you softly. "shhh.. just wait mama..."

after a few minutes of relentless teasing, she finally spoke, smiling softly. " 'ma put it in now baby.." she whispered as you nodded enthusiastically, your stomach flipping. she slowly slipped a finger inside, her lips parting in awe as you moaned softly.

her finger pumped in and out, her other hand resting on your hip. "feels good?" she whispered as you nodded. you had fingered yourself before, but having Ellie do it had your pussy stammering. her thumb went up and found your clit, circling it gently. "e- el- add- els.." you whimpered breathlessly, a smirk slowly appearing on Ellie's face. "hm? what's up mama.. use your words?"

"I.. ha.. another finger.. please.." you begged, as she smiled. "good girl.. using your manners so well." she pumped another finger inside, curling her fingers upward to hit your g-spot. as you let a slightly louder moan slip, she gently covered your mouth with her other hand. "shhh mama.. we can't have your parents find out.."

you felt your walls tighten around her fingers, gripping her tightly. "you're close? it's fine baby, I'm here mama.. don't worry I'm here.." she urged, keeping her pace as she thrusted her fingers in and out rhythmically.

she kept her hand over your mouth, her lips and tongue trailing your neck, her fingers thrusting in and out as your eyes rolled back, your thighs trembling as you came on her fingers. you leaned your head back on the couch, your breath heavy as she licked your slick off her fingers.

the two of you cleaned up and laid together on the couch, holding each other tightly. yeah. you loved loving this girl.

even after this I'm terrified of liking a girl. I'm so cooked. shes so pretty.

[henry7931]

Great Shift; We Didn’t Choose These Bodies…

Trevor:

I’m officially 2 months into the Great Shift and I’m about to go insane! You see before all of this craziness went down— I was a 18 year old scrawny gay boy who lived across the street. The body that seems to be now mine forever belonged to 47 year old Jason Dixon. He’s a handsome guy, works in construction, and has one son named Carson.

Now Carson, is someone I’ve known since I was young. He’s a couple years older than me and I hate to say it but he was kinda my sexual awakening. He was on the swim team and I remember seeing him in a speedo— something about it just woke me up. And now all of this time later I still get weak to the knees when I see him.

Now the hard part about all of this is that our community has chosen as a whole to “pretend” and live our lives in public as the body we are in.

Which can be hard given people have swapped with different genders, ages… it gets kinda weird. But when I’m out in public, I’m Jason. No one causes me Trevor anymore, well accept for Ben.

Ben is a guy who lived a couple blocks down from me, I really didn’t know Ben prior to the Great Shift. He was a middle aged gay guy who lived alone. And now he’s inside of Carson’s body.

We both now live under a house together that never belonged to us and are forced to pretend to be ‘father and son’ in public.

At home both of us have just really enjoyed each other’s company. We’re both gay and openly talk about guys, what we like about them, music, all kinds of stuff. The house is kind of our safe space to be ourselves.

Except him and I have one huge issue— we both are very attracted to each other’s bodies. Ben confessed to me one time while we were sitting on the couch together drinking a bottle of wine that Jason’s body is like the man of his dreams.

And I get it, Mr. Dixon is a good looking guy. I enjoy having his big muscled hairy body on a daily basis. Especially since he has a gigantic cock and a pair of sexy feet.

I guess they’re something he passed down to Carson because I can’t stop looking at them! I already had a foot fetish before this mess and I have to watch Ben strut around in his body… he never wears socks or a shirt or pants for that matter!

So what do I do in response? Well, I turned it up a notch. Not only did I strip down to less but I stopped wearing underwear around the house. I’ll free ball so he can see my sexy daddy junk flopping around as I walk. And boy did I get his attention!

He can’t take his eyes off of it!

That lead to the back and forth mirror selfies… both of sending more and more risky photos of each other.

And then came Ben placing Carson’s big smelly feet on my lap… I know he knows I have a thing for feet! He looks over at me with a very cheeky ton and says, “my feet are killing me! Could you rub them?”

And of course I said yes, I rubbed his feet for 15 minutes until I knew I couldn’t take anymore!

I hightailed it to the bathroom, locked the door, and wanked one out. I knew in that moment, I was done with games. I need to address this.

So that night, we sat on the couch after dinner watching a movie. I wrap my arm around him and he freezes up.

“Sorry need to stretch out a bit, I say to him.”

He acknowledges my excuse and leans his on me.

I start rubbing up and down his forearm softly wondering if he’s going to do something about it.

He says nothing… a few moments later, Ben puts his feet on mine and starts rubbing his toes back and forth.

I lift my head up and look at him. I kiss him on the cheek. He looks taken aback by it.

“Trev, you know we can’t.”

“And why the fuck not?”

“Because we are technically father and son…”

“That’s such a BS excuse, you flirt with me for weeks now. You and I aren’t related. Now these bodies might be but who the hell has to know?”

“Yeah but what if we get caught?”

“We won’t… now just relax.”

I grab his junk and lets out a yelp noise.

“You’ve toyed with me for too long Ben. You and I are going to explore every inch of each other starting tonight. You’re gonna come sleep in daddy‘s bed for now on do you understand?”

“Fuck…”

I pulled his pants down and fully expose him. I see his beautiful cock, really for the first time. It’s so hard and already leaking. I’ve bend my head down and gingerly lick become off of his head. I knew that been like to be dominated. We both shared our fantasies with each other. He’s always wanted some handsome hairy bearded muscular daddy to boss him around. And that’s what I’m gonna do.

“ Do you understand daddy‘s orders?,” I say to him. he knows his head. I grabbed his dick and play with the head of his cock, running my thumb back-and-forth on it.

“ I said did you understand daddy’s orders? I need to hear you.”

“Yes—“

“ yes what?”

“Yes daddy!”

“ good now let’s head to bed, daddy needs you to use that pretty mouth of yours on his massive cock.”

I pull off my shorts and out comes Jason’s massive dick that I know he’s been fantasizing for a long time now.

“ Trevor, this is so fucking hot. Thank you for doing this. I’ve been wanting the touch that body for so long. I wanna suck your cock so bad. I wanna feel up and down that hairy chest. I wanna smell those big manly feet. I want you to cuddle at night. God I’m so happy this is finally happening. Deep down since this whole swap thing happened it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Not only are you in the body of my dreams, but I really like you.”

“ fuck Ben! Way to kill the mood with that last part, I really fucking like you too. How about we just stick to role-playing and worry about our emotions later. Daddy’s worrying as fuck lol.” 

“ shit you wanna get really crazy what about if you’re sexy ass son talk to you tonight?”

“ that’s hot as shit you know I’m a bottom!”

“ yeah but you’re gonna have to tell me every now and then especially with that massive dick of yours.” 

“ well then I want a foot job. You know I like feet and you know what I like those feet. Which by the way, you’re such a dick for making rub them for like 30 minutes the other day. I literally had to run to the bathroom and jerk one out.”

“ ha ha I literally I knew it!”

“So you ready?”

“Yep!!”

[boypied]

RED, WHITE, AND A ROYAL MÉNAGE À TROIS.

pairings:taylor zakhar perez x male!reader x nicholas galitzine

summary: Taylor shows his co-star Nicholas what his boyfriend does for a living, which ultimately leads to Taylor willing to share him for one night and one night only.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, threesome, anal sex, double penetration, spit roasting.

They were both utter perfection, sculpted by gods. They were people everyone used in their spank banks. They were total utter sex gods. Taylor was always so kind to you, all the time, yet when he asked you to go out with him a couple of years ago you thought he was joking. He took you out of many dates and made sure you were always satisfied, You met Nicholas when Taylor had went to do a chemistry read for red, white and royal blue.

It went perfectly, he ended up getting the job and you went with him everywhere on set. It made you look sort of possessive over your boyfriend especially since it was a gay romance movie but you tried not too focus on whatever anyone else was saying. Anytime Nicholas and Taylor filmed a sex scene the shoot always went on for hours and hours causing you to be jealous for long periods of time, and Nicholas had taken notice to that. A big smirk grew on his face and let's just say another thing also grew to help him come up with an idea.

Long story short, Nicholas brought up the idea to Taylor, and he agreed without needing any sort of persuasion. Nicholas sent you an instant text message telling you that Taylor needed you immediately, so you ran over to his trailer and bursted yourself in stumbling over slightly before regaining your footing. Your eyes widen in utter disbelief when your eyes meet with two naked men in the trailer; your boyfriend and his movie co-star.

Before you can even open your mouth, Nicholas walks over and presses his lips against yours, completely taking you back, causing you to have an out of body experience. Taylor walks over to you both and goes up behind you gently pressing his bare cock against your clothed cheeks, he presses his abs against your back and his hot breath running across your neck. "We're going to fuck you like the slut you are baby." He whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

They both completely strip you off naked and laying you down against the trailers couch. A sense of submission comes across your body as they both stare down at you, both of them smirking, watching your body shake nervously. Nicholas grips the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat whereas Taylor spreads your ass cheek revealing your tight pink pucker to him before he presses his cock against it pushing it past the tight muscle ring into the place he has been many times before.

Your eyes widen but over time soften as your senses get overridden with the feeling of cock in both holes. Tears of pleasure run down your cheeks as Nicholas fucks your throat and Taylor destroys your boy-pussy, "so pretty for us" Nicholas whispers down to you as he wipes up your tear and goes back to fucking your throat.

They both spend the hour fucking your ass and mouth before swapping over, Nicholas now utterly pounding your ass into a pulp and Taylor holding your head down on his cock causing your eyes to flutter back from pure bliss. Nicholas and Taylor give each other nod before pumping you full of their creamy thick loads that have been pent up for a while, you take in their seeds knowing that this is now your purpose in life; to fulfill Nicholas and Taylor.

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[twilightkitkat]

Everyone knows that Deadpool can break the 4th wall. It's a large part of his charm: being able to directly address the audience and make popculture references that don't exist in the MCU.

It's a common gag in fanfiction for Logan to be slightly weirded out by this but to just let it go.

But can we talk about the implications of knowing about 4th wall? The potential?

Imagine Wade, knowing that he's trapped inside a story that nobody else is aware of. Knowing that his fate is in the hands of the storywriters and that if he doesn't perform well for the audience, his universe could cease to exist. Knowing that he's just a character and being completely alone in that knowledge.

Knowing that he's played by an actor. Knowing that nothing is really in your control. Knowing how your fate rests in the hand of corporations and money. (Knowing nobody is safe as long as they can be used to further your character development.)

He knows that there's a plot and the general rules of it. He knows that The Conflict can't be resolved that easily and when the end of the movie is coming. He knows how to tell narrative death flags.

He partially makes references to keep the audience engaged (to keep his existence renewed) and partially because it's funny to see everyone confused over a joke only he gets.

But every reference is trying to see if anyone else knows, too. He's throwing out the bait. (Trying to see if anyone knows that the world they're living in is fake.)

And everyone sees him as crazy for it. Schizophrenic, manic, insane. (And maybe he is. It's not like he can prove it to anyone.)

Wade assumes things about the world and they're generally correct. He knows the rules of the game, knows the writers, and has a razor-sharp intuition that has his allies questioning him sometimes (he knows popular tropes).

And so, when he realized that he was in a movie with Logan, he made a lot of assumptions. That they would have to work together. That they'd overcome their differences and grow closer.

But most importantly, he assumed the limits. Disney wouldn't make an openly gay character, would they? Deadpool is fine because he's a joke but Wolverine would never be seriously gay, even if he was queer in the comics.

So he sees it as safe to flirt and joke because it wasn't going anywhere. Being gay was funny to the target audience, but that was it. It'd never be taken seriously in a superhero movie. (Especially with characters as popular as Deadpool and Wolverine.)

Wade was either getting Vanessa or nothing. That was how the story was written.

So he never takes Logan's feelings seriously. He cared about him in a very family-friendly bro kind of way and that was it. He doesn't even consider the idea of romance. He jokingly flirts and spews innuendos, but they never went anywhere. Wouldn't go anywhere. Ever.

And Logan is confused because he thought Wade was attracted to him, yet he keeps brushing him off as friendly when he tries to be sincere. He one time legitimately shared a bendy heart straw with him by Wade's request and Wade just played it off as a bit.

And also, Wade keeps making references he doesn't understand. That nobody understands. And he'd chalk it up to saying random shit except Logan starting paying attention and it's all oddly cohesive and creates a singular story. It ties together in ways that complete nonsense doesn't.

And that's leaving out Wade's "intuition." How he makes comments about "tropes" and "cliches" like they're in a movie except that he ends up being right. Almost every time. It's like he can predict the future, but in a vague yet oddly specific way. Like he can see how things are going to go.

And sometimes, when Wade thinks Logan isn't paying attention, he notices how he mutters to himself in dread. And how something bad almost always happens after.

It makes him disturbed and painfully, achingly curious. What was Wade seeing that he wasn't? It could be that Wade was a secret prodigy, but that didn't seem to be the case? Some of this was too specific and far-fetched.

(All while Wade laments over the lack of agency in his own life, subject to the currents of the story while being painfully aware of it. He couldn't live a life of blissful ignorance like everyone else. It's like he saw a tsunami hurdling toward him—even if he ran away at full speed, the plot always caught up to him somehow.

Trust him. He'd tried to outrun it.)

[cececat]

STH FanStory Recommendations:

As well as writing, I have found myself also reading an awful amount of Sonic-related fanfiction and comics recently… So, I thought I’d share a few of my favourites in case anyone else has found themselves hyper-fixating over this fandom like I have recently 🦔

I’ll try to put them in sections but please note that quite a few of the topics tend to overlap. Oh and also, there happens to be an awful lot of Sonadow shipping too, because even if it’s not always the key focus in the story, it always seems to make its way into the things I consume now apparently 😅 So I’ll be sure to tag with 💙🖤❤️ if that’s relevant.

I hope you like this list (it took quite a while to put together) and be sure to show all of these stories and creators some love! 👇👇 👇

And obviously I had to start this list by plugging my own fanfiction stories, because I've been putting so much work into them and they will be updated regularly, while also making lots of other stuff as well... So please follow and/or subscribe for that... 😉 archiveofourown.org/users/cececatcreates

Live Action Universe:

Concord by EvieNyx (@evienyx) - [Complete] 💙🖤❤️ Focuses on Shadow after the third SCU movie. It’s really cute, and I feel like it accurately portrays movie-Shadow’s thoughts and memories, mixing together elements of the films with fan theories and other STH media canon.

Project Guardian by AealZX @aealzx - [Ongoing] Again, after the third SCU movie (there’s quite a few of them 😅) but Shadow is taken in as a fourth Wachowski sibling, who has to recover from severe injuries. Some art is included, and it’s just really sweet all-in-all.

Secrets In Our Quills by @nebrasska-alasska - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ I’m sure many of you are already aware of their amazing stories, but this one is the longest so far, and also the closest to being completed. But if you like Sonadow slowburn and plenty of gay fluff, you should definitely read all of their incredible fanfics.

A Junk Yard Of Possibilities by CrazyForClones (@crazyforclones) - [Complete] This story looks at what happened to Agent Stone after Dr Robotnik’s death and focuses on the potentially adorable friendship that could blossom between him and Tails.

Family Loading… Please Wait by Humanities_Handbag ( @humanityinahandbag) & Invader_Sam (@smerfols) - [Ongoing] This quickly became a favourite, as it did with many others. 💕 It starts all the way back with the Wachowski’s adopting Sonic and then Tails and Knuckles and eventually Stone and Shadow, and it’s just the biggest, cutest family dynamic.

What Makes Us Who We Are by EmmaSmoke ( @emmasmoke8) - This is about the Mobians doing certain things their Earth animal counterparts would naturally do. My favourite parts are definitely Tails doing adorable fox things and Tom and Maddie trying to figure out what the heck all their anthropomorphic alien children are doing. 😅

Suspended by CheetahBoy (@90sfr3sh) - This looks at what could have happened if Sonic and Tails didn't get rescued by Maddie and Rachel during the second film. It's such a cool concept, I'm very excited to see what happens next! 😁

General / Alternate Universes:

Sonic Wave by Sharp_Silver (@sharp-silver-fanfic) - [Ongoing] I really love this story! 💕 It’s basically a full retelling of the STH universe lore, taking elements from all different bits of media. It’s been crazy good so far, so please give them your support!

Weird Science by satan_official - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ This one is really interesting and it sort of makes me think of Equestria Girls (for any MLP fans out there!) but instead it’s Sonic and Shadow who are stuck in human bodies on the human world. It’s a bit different but really great so far 😁

Fixing Fractured Worlds We Briefly Broke by TheLittleStar_tm - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ This is a fellow Prime fanstory, focusing on the trauma of all the Green Hills characters we already all know and love in the aftermath of season 3. 💔

Boom To Another Dimension by Gamerblade - [Ongoing] Explores what could happen if the SCU Live Action film characters were sent to the Sonic Boom universe, with pretty regular updates being uploaded so far. 😊

Into The Tailsverse by TheCatCacoon - [Ongoing] This one has a bunch of my favourite little two-tailed foxes, and, as someone who is also exploring bringing different Miles Prowers together, it’s intriguing to see how someone else writes these characters 🦊

Culture Shock by foggystarrs (@foggystarrs) - [Ongoing] 💙🖤❤️ Purely a Sonadow fanfiction, but it looks at hedgehog / Mobian courting behaviour and is just really cute 🥰 If you are a fan of oblivious gay and alien hedgehogs, you’ll probably love this one.

Others / Comics:

Sonic Desolation by Wren Rivers (@sonicdesolation by TrenchCoatGecko) - [Ongoing] This is a crazy detailed comic set around the events of the Sonic Forces game where Sonic is struggling with PTSD from what Infinite did to him during his imprisonment.

Heart Of A Monster by SuperEmeralds (@the-heart-of-a-monster by @superemerarts) - [Ongoing] Another insanely detailed comic, which is a retelling of Sonic Unleashed. Its so well done, plus there's a gentle sprinkling of platonic Sonadow.

Team Dark Supernova Odyssey by @sharpedgedfool (@teamdarksupernovaodyssey) - [Ongoing] This is a space opera comic revolving around found family and adventure themes, set as a hypothetical spin-off to the Shadow the Hedgehog video game.

Sonic Boom Revisited by @multiisketch , @mama-qwerty. & @star-stages (@sonicboomrevisited) - [Ongoing] This comic is amazing. A bit darker than the original series, but has just been so gripping so far. Regular updates too! Definitely recommended! 👍

Second Chance by @sumju - 💙🖤❤️ - Who doesn’t love a Sonadow comic?? Plus Tails is adorable as usual (and reminding Shadow of Maria 😭) so that’s an added bonus 🧡

Infested by @flightyalrighty - [Ongoing] Viewer discretion advised for this one, it seems pretty dark...

Ask the Sonic Verse by @verizzafai (@asksonicverse) 💙🖤❤️ - [Ongoing] This is a fun, silly ongoing series which focuses on different versions of Sonadow all being stuck in the same room and getting sent questions from the audience.

Low Light by @verizzafai (@soniclowlightau) 💙🖤❤️ - Only a few pages so far, but looks very promising!

Broken Future by @teamchillidogs 💙🖤❤️ - [Ongoing] A tragic re-telling of an alternate ending of Sonic Adventure 2.

Silver's Parent Trap by @evilgenius-prower 💙🖤❤️ - A silly AU where Silver is actually the adopted future child of Sonadow and goes back in time to try and save his dads lives.

Eggsperiments by @prince-less - This is a new concept so there's not much content about it yet, but I really hope it becomes either a proper comic or fanfic or something similar, because I'm such a sucker for alternate stories of Sonic and Tails being the best brothers, and this a really cool idea 🥺

Sonadow Future by @torusonicpilled 💙🖤❤️- [Ongoing] Another newer one, with a few fanfic chapters and a few comic pages, but they've already got me interested from the idea that Tails can be resurrected, so I'm excited to see where it goes next ☺️

Sonic & The Olympus Heroes by @miitarion - Not sure if this will be continued as it was only shared quite recently, so might just be a one-off, but the art is incredible; Definitely worth a read! ✨

@mercurio-shadowz - They've not been following a particular storyline, but their art and short comics (especially about Shadow being a closeted gay disaster) are awesome. 🤩

Incomplete / Unfinished:

These are a bunch of stories that I really grew to love but they either stopped too long ago and so are presumably forgotten about, or may have been abandoned entirely and will likely never receive any conclusions. I’ve included when they were last updated, but only read these at your own discretion! ⚠️

• Can’t Defeat A Genius Without Taking His Brain by xenoon [4 months] • Deepest Desire by Tirainy [5 years] 💙🖤❤️ • Mad About You by Cherivide [1 year] 💙🖤❤️ • Sonic The Second Speedster by ItsZaira [1 year] • Sonic the Vagabond Hedgehog by @trekkerac (@tatck) [1 year] - This quickly became a favourite; Sonic and Tails' relationship is so adorable 😭 But you might only want to read the first issue and think of it as complete, since the second issue isn't complete and hasn't been touched for a year or so... 😔

I've tagged as many people as I can and might come back to this list later if I find more that I enjoy, but for now I think (hope!) it's mostly up to date 💖

[pantaloonwedgie]

The horror of Re-Animator isn't just in the perversion of forcing dead tissue to live again. It's that Dan and Herbert cannot separate themselves from one another, no matter how much they may wish to or try to. Closeted bisexual Dan Cain has gone his whole life telling himself that as long as he doesn't ever act on his attraction to men or admit to anyone that he feels that way, then he's not actually queer, and he fully intends to keep doing that until he is dead. Except that he can't, because he meets Herbert West. After several years of living together with this little freak Dan has come to the obvious conclusion that his confirmed bachelor roommate is definitely gay and very likely also has a crush on him which he will definitely never admit to. And what's infinitely worse is that Dan finds himself inexorably falling in love with Herbert, too. Now the obvious solution to this problem would just be to initiate a romantic relationship with each other since their feelings are clearly mutual, but Dan can't do this because that would make his bisexuality Real and he actually would very much like to keep pretending that it's all in his head for the rest of his life. What scares him even more than admitting he likes men is the depth of the mirror-still water that is his emotion toward Herbert. He only manages to contain it by ensuring that those emotions are never stirred to much. Leave it alone and it can't hurt you. He is afraid that if he kisses Herbert and faces that love then it will all spill out and he will drown in it. If he fans the flame it will never go out as long as he lives, and this is just not something that Dan can ever allow to happen.

But here's the thing. Cosmic Eldritch Powers cannot be fought. They are beyond the abilities of mere humans to control, to understand, or to stop. Dan's indecision and self-imposed mind prison are only temporary because him and Herbert falling in love and manifesting that love on every possible level is inevitable. It's preordained by some force that would shatter the human psyche if it made itself known to you. Whether Dan eventually caves or Herbert sees what he's agonizing over and puts him out of his misery, the two of them consummating their love for one another is as impossible to prevent as Entropy. In his darker moments Dan will sometimes wonder how this all came to happen to him, wonder where he went wrong - if he had done something differently, could he have avoided meeting Herbert or becoming entangled in his research on reanimation? If he hadn't spent so long trying to resuscitate that woman who was obviously a lost cause, he would've taken her to the morgue sooner or wouldn't have been asked to take her down at all, and wouldn't have crossed paths with Herbert West. If he had posted the ad for a roommate a few days later or tacked it up somewhere else on campus Herbert West wouldn't have seen it. If he listened to Meg and told Herbert West that he wasn't the kind of roommate he was looking for. If he had trusted Rufus to discern that Herbert West was not trustworthy. If he had woken up in the middle of the night to a clamour from the basement and simply rolled over to deal with whatever it was in the morning. If he had refused to take part in his experiments, refused to listen, hadn't gone to Dean Halsey in such excitement, hadn't let Herbert West pull him along all this time, just maybe, none of this would have ever happened and Dan wouldn't be lying awake at night thinking about what it would feel like to kiss the man performing unholy experiments on stolen body parts in their basement. And the sublime beauty and horror of this dilemma is that he could never have stopped it. It was always going to happen like this.

The real Horror that Dan faces in the Re-Animator movies is of falling in love. Because falling in love is scary - you can't stop it, you can't predict it, you can't control it, you can't hide from it, it makes you vulnerable, it makes you want things you may never be able to have, it can hurt you, it can control you, it can kill you but you cannot kill it. Dan can never run away from his love because it will always find him (and so will Herbert West)😊.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey angel!! 💗 I'm don't think you've done anything like this, so I wanted to ask what you think little fucker coming out would be like? Of course they'd be happy, but wouldn't it be funny sevika being like "aw shit ANOTHER one??" Would they suspect it??

With this I always think of that headcanon of how for vi, sevika would be butch mentor LMAO

this is SO CUTE AAAAAAAGH

men and minors dni

you've always suspected that little fucker is gay.

she's a bit different than most girls her age. she's always been a bit of a tomboy, keeping her hair on the shorter side and preferring pants with enough pockets to keep all her treasures close by. she's always had butchier interests, preferring to collect toy cars and cool rocks over dolls or nail polishes.

but then again... you and sevika aren't very traditional parents, and you've never put any emphasis on gender roles in your house. plus, your eldest daughter worships the ground her mommy sevika walks on, so her more masc interests and appearance could always just be her copying what her mom does.

regardless of her sexuality, you'll always love and adore your baby girl. (but you and sevika have always secretly joked and hoped that your baby girl might be gay, too.)

so, when little fucker casually asks you one night 'what made you realize you like girls, ma?' you have to bite your cheek to keep from squealing.

"well..." you close your book and pat your bed, letting your daughter crawl in beside you. "i dunno, really. i'm not sure if there was a specific person or moment that did it. i just woke up one day and knew." you say.

little fucker huffs. "that's not helpful." she says. you giggle.

"no, i guess it's not. why do you ask, baby?"

little fucker glares at you. "why do you think i ask?"

you laugh again and kiss her forehead. "you wanna talk about it?"

she shrugs and lays down in your bed, starfishing out and staring at the ceiling. "i can't tell if i think i like girls because i like girls or if i think i like girls because i spend so much time with you and mom and vi."

you burst into laughter and pull your daughter in for a hug. she's stiff in your arms for a moment, before sighing and melting into the embrace. at just thirteen, little fucker is experimenting with her constantly annoyed teenage attitude, but she can't quite hold onto it for more than a few minutes at a time. "give it time, baby. you'll figure it all out someday. i promise."

when you tell sevika about your conversation with your daughter that night she cackles and pulls you in for a hug.

"i fuckin' love that kid." she laughs. you chuckle.

"you should talk to her. she's feeling confused."

"eh. i don't think she'd wanna talk about this shit with her mom. maybe i'll have vi take her out for dinner soon. let 'em chat about girls and monster trucks and whatever else those dorks like."

you snort and kiss your wife.

and for a while, that's all that happens.

then, about a year later, your daughter sits down at dinner with a nervous look. her sisters are away at a sleepover, so you've taken advantage of the quiet house to spend some one-on-one time with your eldest, making her favorite meal for dinner and letting her pick the movie for the evening.

"you alright, kiddo?" sevika asks.

little fucker sighs. she pushes her food around on her plate for a few seconds before dropping her fork and looking up at the two of you. "i gotta tell you guys something." she whispers.

your heart sinks. "fuck. did you set fire to something?!"

"are you in trouble at school?" sevika asks.

"are you pregnant!?"

"relax!" your daughter laughs. "it's nothing bad... it's just..." she trails off. sevika reaches over to grab your hand, you hadn't even realized you were anxiously picking at your fignernails. "i think i'm like you two." your daughter whispers.

"whaddya mean, sweet pea?"

little fucker huffs and rolls her eyes. "y'know. like... i think i'm..."

"gay?" you ask.

she gulps and nods. "y-yeah."

it's quiet for a moment, and then sevika bursts into laughter. you elbow your wife. she elbows you back.

"baby, did you think we'd be upset?!" sevika asks.

little fucker huffs. "well obviously not, i just--"

"it's a little scary to say out loud, isn't it?" you ask. your daughter nods.

sevika's laughter dies down and she smiles sweetly at her daughter. "oh baby." she coos, shooting out of her chair to scoop your daughter in her strong arms. little fucker groans, but she doesn't pull away. "my sweet, sweet girl." sevika kisses her scalp.

"mommy get off." your daughter whines.

sevika kisses her one last time before sitting back down, a proud smile on her face. "is it bad to say i'm proud?" she asks.

you snort. "why would that be a bad thing?"

sevika shrugs. "i dunno. it would be bad if a straight parent was proud that their kid is straight."

you and little fucker cackle.

"would you have been disappointed if i was straight!?" little fucker asks.

"of course not!" sevika gasps. little fucker gives her a deadpan look and sevika snorts. "okay. maybe a bit."

"mom!" she laughs.

"what?! i'm just being honest. i wouldn't be upset, but it's kinda cool that me and your ma had a little lesbo all of our own isn't it?" she asks.

little fucker bursts into flustered laughter.

"you're horrible at this." you snort. sevika elbows you.

"i'm amazing at this! look at her, she's laughing!"

"i'm laughing at you, mom, not with you."

"oh whatever. you want us to throw you a coming out party?" sevika asks.

your daughter sputters, then face palms. "absolutely fucking not!" she groans.

you chuckle and kiss your wife's cheek, before grabbing your daughter's hand. "thank you for tellin' us baby. i love seeing you figure yourself out. you're starting to become your own little person, aren't you?" you ask.

little fucker smiles. "yeah, kinda."

"yeah, yeah, but don't figure your shit out too fast. you're still our baby, y'know?" sevika asks.

your baby giggles. "i'll always be your baby, mom."

"you're damn right you will." sevika laughs, pulling your daughter in for a noogie.

little fucker squirms out of sevika's grip and picks up her fork, a happy little smile on her face as she does. you watch her eat for a moment, your heart thrumming with love and pride.

and then... you decide to tease her a bit. "so... is there a girl that helped you figure this out?"

little fucker chokes on her food and glares at you. sevika cackles as she pounds her daughter's back.

kofi

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[afloweroutofstone]

I am not the first to notice this but there is something interesting to be said about how traditional "golden era" hip-hop culture was generally more judgemental towards male rappers rumored to be gay men than it was towards female rappers rumored to be gay, likely because the machismo of rap somehow found it easier to stomach a masculine woman than a feminine man. I am probably the wrong person to say it, but there is indeed something to be said.

In the 1990s there was this huge cultural panic over the idea that one or more of the famous men in rap might secretly be gay (LL Cool J? Diddy? Tupac? Prodigy?), so much so that many 90s rappers and fans still continue to say that they think there's Secret, Hidden Gays. "It might be the industry's worst kept secret," said Charlamagne in 2008. It's not hard to find someone online who thinks that the recent Diddy revelations are proof of his long-hidden homosexuality.

But most of the homophobia in rap wasn't even homophobia at its core, it was basically just the belief that gay = feminine = weak, and thus that gay men could not be taken seriously in any kind of Big Tough Guy competition. Some of it was explicitly homophobia, but lots of it was just misogyny!

This isn't to say that gay women were treated well in rap at the time (they were not!), but there are cases where women thrived in rap despite rumors of being gay, precisely because female gayness was perceived to be masculine while male gayness was perceived to be feminine. The (ultimately true) rumors that Queen Latifah was gay were omnipresent in the late 90s: she played a butch lesbian in a 1996 movie, Foxy Brown loudly accused her of being gay, etc. But she lost virtually zero respect as a result of those rumors (and she still played the Super Bowl around the same time!). I think a big part of the reason for this is because Queen Latifah always presented herself in a relatively masculine way that didn't offend the machismo sensibilities of the genre at the time.

Of course one part of this was less a true acceptance of gay women than it was the belief that the sexuality of gay women in rap could be marketed in the same way that the sexuality of straight women in rap was. Da Brat, who didn't come out as bisexual until long after the peak of her fame in rap, suggested that some people at her record label actually wanted her to come out: "I was always told you want to be fuckable to men and women to sell records— you don’t want anybody to discriminate." There's long been a debate about the extent to which some women in rap are forcibly sexualized by external forces vs. the extent to which some women in rap have chosen to sexualize themselves for feminist/aesthetic/commercial reasons, and I think the fetishization of lesbians and gay women more generally adds another layer to that debate.

The way that no one seems to care about women like Cardi and Megan being bisexual today likely stems in great part from the fact that they are hot, and that being hot and desirable is a deliberate part of their persona. But on the other hand, Doechii demonstrates that bi women with far less sexualized personas are still received warmly in rap today, which is evidence of the seismic shift in how hip-hop treats LGBTQ people over the last 5-10 years. Yet, even today, the butch sensibilities of Young MA fit in with mainstream rap culture far more than the flamboyant sensibilities of Le1f.

IDK I'm just rambling at this point. But I do think someone with more Gender Studies skills than me could formalize this into an interesting paper

[bluebutterflytattooed]

Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chapter Eight

The weekend of your confession with Ellie was full of giggling, soft kisses (some not so soft kisses) and the constant presence of Ellie not even a foot away from you. But on Sunday night, it had to end. You had to go home, and then go to sleep in the morning.

Monday morning, you go to your first class, AP Lit. Most people in school do not see you and immediately think ‘oh, she must be smart’. But you are smart, smart enough to get a full ride to a university across the country. Just what you need to get out of here, away from your mom.

You don't have this class with Ellie, and you know that if you did, she would be staring at you right now, intently watching you spread gloss over your lips. You do have a few friends in this class, but you don’t mention anything about Ellie to them.

It’s not that you’re ashamed of her or anything; you’re not. You’ve never liked anyone more, in fact. But you’re scared. When you were with Abby, you didn’t tell anyone about it. You weren’t out yet, and you still aren’t. What would your friends, your mom, everyone do if they knew you were gay? You have a reputation, one full of flirting with men and dancing with them at parties, then breaking their hearts when you reject them. It’s part of the whole ‘mean, popular, dream girl’ thing you have going on. Falling in love with girls is not something that aligns with this persona.

Ellie doesn’t align with your persona in any way other than her being the victim of your constant torment.

But here you are, daydreaming about Ellie yet refusing to open your mouth about the newfound affection between you and the girl you spent a whole weekend with. You want to tell someone about her but… you just can’t.

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Ellie has never been more excited to tell her friends about something in her life. Nothing this exciting has ever happened to her. She still can’t believe that she slept next to the most beautiful girl in the school after kissing her, and then spent the whole weekend with her. She’s just itching to tell her friends about you. As soon as she spots Dina and Riley at lunch, she scampers over to them, grinning like a maniac. As soon as she sits down, her fists slam onto the table and her smile grows wider.

“Guys,” She says, her voice more thrilled than they’ve ever heard it. “Guess. What. I. Did.” She enunciates each word. Riley rolls her eyes and Dina looks excited.

“Got a new video game?” She guesses, tilting her head in curiosity.

“Uh-h-h, finally got new boxers that don’t have holes in the ass?” Riley raises her eyebrows, shrugging. “I dunno, Els, you don’t do a lot of new, fun things.��

Ellie sighs deeply. “I do fun things! But no, to both of those. I-I-I kissed a girl.” She smirks, thinking she looks cool, but really she’s taken on the appearance of the ‘😼’ emoji.

“Like, in a dream?” Riley giggles.

“No!” Ellie sounds exasperated. “Y/N! I kissed Y/N!”

Both of her friends look like they were just told that unicorns were real: so surprised that they don’t believe her.

Riley’s the first to speak. “No the fuck you didn’t!” She laughs like Ellie’s telling a joke.

But Ellie retains a face of pure seriousness. “I did. She came to my house to film for the movie, and then we kissed.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair, still believing that she looks cool.

Dina’s jaw drops. “I knew it! She’s been obsessed with you for years! And vice-versa. I’ve been waiting for this!” Ellie knew that Dina would react this way. She’s been pushing a romance between the two forever. Riley, on the other hand, looks disgusted.

“She’s bullied you, Ellie. And now she’s suddenly nice to you? Sounds a little too good to be true,” She shrugs. Dina smacks her shoulder, hard.

“Hey! Our friend had something very exciting happen to her, and you’re ignoring how amazing it is! Stop being such a pessimist.” She scolds. Riley rolls her eyes, but goes silent anyways. Dina turns her attention back to Ellie. “So sorry. Anyways, I’m so excited about this new development. When do you see each other next?”

”Uh-h-h, Film class later today. To work on the project.” The smile on Ellie’s face has become permanent. Her friends have never seen her in such a hopeless state.

“God, now we have to deal with that later?” Riley groans. “She’s cruel, Els! What if she’s manipulating you?”

”She’s not, I swear! She was the one that confessed first, she’s not lying!” Ellie protests, becoming frustrated with her friend. “Why can’t you be happy for me? People change, and we’ve been getting to actually know each other. Don’t be such a pessimist.” On occasion, Ellie likes to pull out fancy words to sound smarter. She’s intelligent, but does she exactly sound smart most of the time? …No.

“That’s how I am, Els,” Riley crosses her arms and sighs heavily. “Just… be careful, okay?”

Ellie rolls her eyes and nods at her.

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You’re just walking back into the school after going out for lunch when someone grabs your wrist in an iron grip, pulling you aside.

You yelp, your eyes going wide with shock. “What the fuck?” You yelp, eyes settling on your attacker. It’s one of Ellie’s nerd friends. Riley. The one that doesn’t like you at all, for no reason. You’ve barely done or said nothing to her! What is her issue with you?

”Y/N,” She says coolly, narrowing her eyes on you.

“Riley,” You drawl before sipping from the Cherry Slush Alani you picked up over lunch. “What do you want? To make me late for class?” You just sound irritated, not upset. You have classes to get to and attendance records to maintain.

“I want to talk about Ellie.” Riley says simply, her forehead wrinkled with concern and determination. At the mention of her name, your heart speeds up in anxiety, anticipation, and because of the memories of the weekend. You stare up at Riley, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to chew on it. Obviously, Ellie told her friends about you, which you don’t mind all that much. They have no one else to tell, and even if they did, no one would believe them. Frustration sparks in your chest, this time at Ellie. You want to come out on your own terms, not because of Ellie’s unmanageable excitement.

“What about her?” You ask slowly, like you’re walking on glass.

“You guys kissed,” Riley says matter of factly, causing your heart to beat even faster. “And you also hate her.” At this accusation, you raise an eyebrow at her.

“According to who?”

“Everyone. You’ve hated her forever, Y/N. That’s not changed in the last few weeks since that project got assigned. Nothing has changed other than your method of cruelty.”

You scoff at her. “Excuse me? My method of cruelty? That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not insane. You’re toying with her. Maybe you think it’s fun now, having someone to kiss in secret-“ You cut her off at that.

“In secret? It’s not a secret, I’m not hiding or anything.” Even though that’s not the complete truth. The minor lie makes your tongue feel heavy as the words leave your tongue.

Riley looks at you with an ‘are you serious?’ look on her face. “Are you going to tell anyone any time soon?”

Your mouth dries out within seconds. “I…”

”That’s what I thought. It might be fun right now, but in a few weeks, you’ll toss her aside and break her fucking heart. Ellie may not look like she’s super emotional- I mean, she doesn’t look tough, but she tries to be- but that girl is fragile. Being cast aside, losing people? It kills her. And I don’t fucking trust you with her emotions. They’re too much for someone as emotionless and numb as you.” She practically spits when she says ‘you’. Every single word from her lips feels like a knife to the heart, and each enunciation is a twist of the blade between your ribs.

You know you can be teasing, but emotionless? You’re anything but that, your emotions are too much even for you. Riley speaks about you like you’re nothing, like you’re trash, or a statue. You’ve shrunk in on yourself, trying to become so small that Riley can’t perceive you.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Your voice is a squeal, and Riley ignores it, fierce with protectiveness over her best friend.

“I want you to leave her the hell alone, Y/N. Don’t start a thing with her; I know you won’t see this through. Only speak to her in Film, otherwise, you will have nothing to do with her. It will end her once you get bored. If you start start, there won’t be an ending, and then she won’t get hurt.” Tears begin to prick your eyes. Stay away from Ellie, right when you’re beginning to become close to her? How are you supposed to do that?

“But I’m not going to stop speaking to her, that’s too… It's mean!” You protest, feeling a tear begin to carve a path down your cheek, leaving salt in its wake.

“That’s not something you’re a stranger to,” Her words are biting, sharp, and you flinch away from them as if they hold power. With that final statement, Riley turns away from you and walks down the hallway, leaving you standing there, folded in on yourself with tears running down your face.

The rest of the day is misery. You try to hold your tears back for hours, staring down at your desk, neglecting your notes and not speaking to any of your friends in your Statistics class. Dread builds up on your chest like a weight as the time ticks closer and closer to the bell that will let you know it's time to go to Film class and see Ellie. When the bell finally rings, a tear breaks loose and you quickly wipe it away. A sob almost makes its way from your throat, but you hold it back with as much will as you can muster.

Sitting next to Ellie is the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Her face is alight with excitement and thrill, practically vibrating with how happy she is to see you. She grins and waves as you sit next to her.

“Hey Y/N, you look pretty,” She greets. You just smile a bit and nod, feeling your eyes sting with tears. Her face creases in concern. “Y/N? Are you alright?” She asks you.

You nod again. She tries and tries all class to figure out what’s wrong, why you won’t speak to her… but you just don’t say a word. Riley’s words are haunting you, and all you can think is ‘I can’t hurt this girl, I can’t hurt her.’

But you know deep inside yourself, in this moment, you already have.

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…heyyy. PLEASE don’t hate me for this chapter or for how late it is😭 i’ll make up for it in the next chapter i promise! i might even get it out later today 😝. again, i love you guys and your support SO much!!!

lots of love, Blue🦋

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[alphajocklover]

Trick or Treat dude! I'm a dorky, gamer-y, gay college student. Fitting for the season, I'm mainly studying horror movies. As for my candy, I'd have to go with my favorite, Twix.

You always knew what role you’d play if you were in a horror movie. You had watched so many, studied and deconstructed them, both as a hobby and later as a way to practice for your future career as a director. You knew exactly what cliche you filled, with your nerdy habits, your quiet demeanor and your love of horror movies. You were the obvious red herring, the guy everyone in the movie would think is the killer, even though it turns out he’s not. 

It wasn’t that you were dangerous or anything, but between your almost obsessive love of horror movies, your tendency to be quiet and antisocial, and how cagey and nervous you got around other people, it was pretty easy to see how an outside observer would mistake you for being a creep. In fact, most people in real life seemed to mistake you for being a creep too. Between all of the traits mentioned before, and being one of the only openly gay students at your fairly homophobic college, everyone treated you like you had the plague. You tried not to let it get to you, tried to ignore the jeers and insults, and most of the time you were able to, but some days it was harder to do so. Today was definitely one of those days, as today was the night of Bill Freeman’s horror movie watch party, and you specifically weren’t invited. 

Looking at Bill Freeman was like looking at yourself through a funhouse mirror. He was a huge horror movie fan too, one who wanted to be a director in the future, just like you. The two of you had most of the same classes together, and had even gone to the same high school. The two of you had quite a lot in common, but it was your differences that were even more staggering. While you were the quiet loner, he was the most popular guy in school, and it was easy to see why. He was handsome, muscular, sociable, and had this effortless charm and confidence that drew people to him. With his classic good looks and cocky confidence, he had always seemed like the kind of guy who would star in a movie, not direct one. The worst part of it all was that he actually knew what he was doing. As much as you loathe to admit it, Bill was a talented director, the few short movies he had directed showing an incredible promise even you couldn’t deny. At first you thought maybe that your shared love of movies could grow into a friendship, but he treated you the same way that all the popular kids did. Which was why you, specifically, weren’t invited to his watch party.

As you grabbed a twix bar you didn’t remember buying from your fridge and plopped down on the couch, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If you were different. A part of you couldn’t help but fantasize what life would be like if you were just a little more like Bill Freeman. You absentmindedly took a bite of one of the twix bars, before a bright light filled your vision.

You felt a deep groan escape your lips as you sat up, your head slightly dizzy. What the hell had happened? Had you have too much to drink last night or something? Your eyes drifted over to your alarm clock, only for you to shoot up as you realized what time it was. Crap, you were going to miss your brother's party! You tossed off your sheets and rushed to your closet, revealing your muscular body to the chill air. It wasn’t like you to fall asleep in the middle of the day, but last night was pretty crazy. Between shooting the last scenes for you and your brother's latest short film, the absolutely wild after party, and the two hot wanna-be actresses you had taken to bed, you were a little surprised you had any energy left. Still, your brother had been planning this watch party for weeks, and Ben Freeman never missed out on a party!

You threw on your costume, and smirked under your mask. Only you and your twin could make a ghostface mask look fucking hot. You swaggered out the door, ready to party, hookup, watch some scary movies, and plan out your next student film with your bro. The Freeman brothers were going to take the horror world by storm!

**Yeah I still have some Halloween tfs to get through, but I'm going to slowly work them over while I continue with my usually stuff. Hope you guys don't mind**

[pyro-les]

Regina George X Reader

Warnings: none

"You, yeah you, come over here" Regina called from across the hall. Cady looking around unsure before slowly walking towards her. "Why don't I know you?".

"I'm new, I just moved here from Kenya" cady responds happily.

"Shut up, shut up" Regina replies

"I didn't say anything" Cady says with a confused smile causing Regina to giggle before slowly looking off somewhere behind Cady. "You're really pretty"

Surprised Cady happily responds "thanks".

"So you agree, you think you're really pretty?" Regina says turning her attention back towards Regina.

Gretchen joins in saying "You're an international student,that is so fetch!".

"What is fetch?" Regina says slowly turning to gretchen with a slightly judgemental look on her face.

Gretchen hurriedly justifies "it's like slang from an old movie. Juno I think".

Karen joins the conversation saying "Have you ever touched a tiger?".

"No,those aren't indigenous to Kenya" cady replies seemingly happy to be talking about Kenya.

"Cause that's one of my life goals. To not touch a tiger" Karen slowly responds.

"Hey new girl!" Jason cuts In "wanna see a trick? I can guess any girls bra size, just jump one time".

They all turn to him with varies looks of surprise and disgust except for Karen who happily says "ooo do me do me!" While Gretchen calls out "ew Jason!".

Before he can respond Regina cuts in harshly "Oh my god Jason, you do not come to my party with gretchen then skeeze on the new girl right in front of me. Do you wanna have sex with him?"

"Oh, no thank you." Cady says after a small moment, taken aback by Regina's blunt response.

Regina gives her a small smile before turning back to Jason with a harsher gaze "Then it's settled, no body thinks you're funny and that thing you do where you lower your voice is making people really sad." She then turns out to the rest of the hall which had seemingly been watching the whole interaction. "Excuse me anyone who wants Jason Weems to go back to his normal voice raise your hand"

Suddenly everyone in the hall puts up their hand, some nonchalant and some excited to be included in something related to the infamous plastics.

"Bitch"

"Wow, you're really going to get noticed around here. We should help you" Regina says with a small smile. "Can you give us some privacy for a second?" she asks.

Cady turns around towards Janis and Damien who are mouthing to her "we have your food" her attention is drawn back to the plastics as she hears some of their whispers.

"Shes nice, I'm sure she wouldn't tell anyone"

"People won't question it as much"

"Just ask her"

Cady doesn't know what they mean but she doesn't want to intrude so she returns her attention back up to the rest of the room. She sees a girl quickly looking up in her direction before returning to her phone typing something. Cady then hears Regina say "Okay so we don't normally do this but,you're invited to sit with us for the rest of the week".

"Oh no I'm fine,it's ok" she starts to say, wanting to go back to Janis and Damien.

"On Wednesdays we wear pink!" Karen happily says leaving no room for her to disagree.

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"Yeah he's almost too gay to function" Cady says giggling slightly before realising saying that might not have been the best idea. Before she can take it back Gretchen says "sounds like someone else we know". Karen laughs as Regina giggles with a light blush on her face.

After a short while Cady asks "do you write about everyone in here?".

"Not everyone. Just people who get on our nerves, it's a good way to get out feelings without anyone being hurt" Regina explains.

"And we would never write about friends in it! Because friends are completely deserving of our respect and confidentiality. I mean you would never tell anyone anything we told you, would you?" Gretchen adds on.

Cady nods "of course, you can tell me anything!".

"Good because some secrets are secrets for a reason, otherwise someone could get hurt." Regina states a sudden seriousness to her tone.

After looking up confused for awhile Karen suddenly turns to Gretchen and says "we have secrets?".

Shaking her head Gretchen reasons "of course! You know the fact that Regina-"

"It doesn't matter she'll find out soon enough anyway. For now why don't you give Cady the shoes." Regina cuts her off, turning the conversation into something else.

"The shoes? Oh yeah! Come on Cady." Gretchen says before leading Cady Into the closet.

Karen and Regina start to talk for awhile until the doorbell rings and Regina excitedly runs to get it.

"Hi baby" Regina says as she pulls Y/N Immediately into a hug who mumbles a small "I missed you" Into Regina's chest.

"I missed you too" she responds as she pulls back placing a small kiss on the top of Y/N's head before grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs to see the others.

"Y/N hi!" Karen exclaims seemingly shocked to see her as the couple enter Regina's room.

"Hiya" Y/N responds as she sits at the top of the bed right next to Regina. "Where's Gretchen?" She asks realising the girl was no where to be seen and neither was the new girl.

"I'm here! I was just giving Cady some shoes and having a bit of a chat with her" Gretchen responds as she walks out of the closet with Cady trailing slightly behind her looking a bit awkward.

"Oh I didn't know you had another friend. Im Cady, nice to meet you." Cady said thinking back to Damien and Janis' run down of the plastics and not remembering them saying anything else about a fourth plastic.

"I've heard quite a bit about you, I'm Y/N" the girl says with a smile.

"My girlfriend" Regina adds on as she puts a possessive arm around Y/Ns shoulders who happily leans into her touch.

Cady looks a but shocked before smiling and saying "Oh I didn't know you were dating anyone. Why weren't you at lunch?"

"People in northshore aren't exactly the most accepting with, well anything really. Especially when it comes to the most beautiful popular girl in school dating a loner theatre kid." Y/N says a bit sadly.

"But that's ridiculous, what does that matter to other people" Cady says quite annoyed. She doesn't understand why people can't just mind their own business.

"Everything here is perfectly set out, there's a clear hierarchy and rules on who can do what and if you make one wrong move you immediately fall down. You're lucky Cady, you're new so no one knows who you are, you could be anything, you could be at the top or bottom of the hierarchy. Luckily you have us to help you get to the top"

After a moment of contemplation Cady decides to ask "why did you decide to let me sit with you? I mean I don't exactly scream popular, I didn't even know schools had this kind of hierarchy.".

"Well exactly that, you seemed lost and we wanted to help. Besides it'll help with our plan" Regina responds like it's nothing.

"You're plan?" Cady asks confused.

"To help Y/N sit with us of course!" Gretchen answers "if we were to bring a loser into our group now everyone would question it but if we wait awhile then it won't be too weird because we already would've invited you.".

"Do not call my girlfriend a loser!" Regina yells.

Pulling Regina back towards her Y/N speaks softly to her "Hey hey baby she didn't mean it like that. She's just trying to say that that's what people think and I'm fine with that." Regina grumbles a small sorry to Gretchen before leaning back into the embrace of her girlfriend.

Watching the sweet interactions between the two Cady couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of the two,she wished Aaron would look at her the way Regina looked at Y/N. But it also made her question, what would she tell Janis? She had promised her new friend she would tell her everything the plastics had said but she had also sworn confidentiality to Regina, what would she do?

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A/N:

I finally finished writing the first part of this fic, it's nor the longest chapter but there should be more:)

I hope everyone enjoyed it. This is my first time writing a fanfic so if it's not the best I apologise.

Thank you so much for reading!💜

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

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To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before (Part 2)

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This series is based off of the movie “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” but like the gay Stranger Things version. If you haven’t seen it you should go watch, it’s so good! This is more of a modern day, so they have cell phones and social media! I hope y’all enjoy.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n writes secret, soul-baring letters to her five crushes, but never meant to send them. Now they are out and wreaking havoc on your life.

Italics are Y/n’s thoughts

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Y/N’S POV:

I walked over to where I seen Nancy sitting by herself on the bleachers, headphones on, probably sad about Johnathan.

“Hey, this seat taken?” I ask, pointing at the seat beside her.

“No, you can sit…” She smiles.

I sat down and smile awkwardly, she looks over at me.

“I gotta ask, did he tell you he was gonna do it? I mean you’re his sister…”

“No, he didn’t tell me about this…” I said, looking down at my lap.

“We’re still cool, though, right?” She asks with a hopeful smile.

“Yes, of course, we’re cool…” I smiled, scooting a little closer. “Cool.”

“Do you want some?” I ask, offering some of my chips.

I smile as she puts her hand out and I give her a few and eat some myself.

She offers her other headphone to me and we share them, sitting closer.

I know what you’re thinking.

But we really were cool.

However I felt about Nancy…I could never do that to Johnathan.

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The same day, I was in the car with Will, he put his seatbelt on and started tugging it to make sure it worked.

I tilt my head, “Really?” I ask, he shrugs.

I sigh, starting to pull out of the school driveway and felt something hit the back of the car. “Woah, ow!”

My eyes widen and I look in the mirror and seen Robin look down to see who just almost run her over.

Will started laughing as he looked through the window as Robin walked around.

“Oh god…” I said, shutting my eyes as I shook my head.

She knocks on the car window and I sigh, rolling it down.

“Hi.” She says.

I glance at her, “Hi…”

“How you doing?” She asks, I avoid eye contact. “Good.”

“Yeah?” She chuckles, I nod.

“You know, people usually check behind them before they reverse. You know? To avoid killing others, it’s a thing they do.” She says and I hum.

“Yeah, i’m just not completely comfortable with using my mirrors yet, so…” I try to explain as Robin smirks.

“Yeah, clearly.” She says and looks around, “Uh, do you think you can make it out the parking lot, or…?”

“Yeah, we’re fine…really.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Byers.” She nods a couple of times, “Hey, you’re in charge.” She points at Will and he laughs.

She walks away and I roll my window up and put my head on the wheel slowly.

“Who was that?” Will asks.

“That was Robin Buckley.”

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I laid on the couch with Will, watching That 70’s Show with him. “What do you think Johnathans doing tonight?” I asked.

“Crack.”

“Will!” I hit his leg and he chuckles, looking up from the TV.

“Kidding, of course.” He says, and I sigh. “It’s weird not having him here…”

“It’s weird not having Nancy here, either.”

“Y/n…if you had a girlfriend, then maybe you wouldn’t have to drive at all, because she’d take us places.” He said as he sat up all the way.

“If that’s what it takes, I think you’re stuck with me.” I chuckled, he comes to sit closer to me.

“I dunno, what about the girl you almost killed the other day?” He asks and I look down at my lap.

“She’s dating Vickie.”

“So?” He says and I look up at him, confused. “It’s not just that…don’t you find it kinda depressing that it’s Saturday night, and you’re watching That 70’s Show for the millionth time with your brother?”

“No. I love this show and I love hanging out with you.” I said, eating some popcorn.

“Okay, I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but, Y/n…I cancelled plans to be here tonight. I don’t think you had anything going on though?” He says.

I look up, my jaw dropped slightly. “That’s harsh, Will.”

He shrugs, “The truth hurts, Y/n…”

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“What’d you do last night?” Chrissy pants as we were doing laps outside for our gym class.

“I finished another book, it was so good.” I said as we jog past Robin looked confused.

“Oh, yeah?” Chrissy giggles.

“Hey! Can I talk to you?” Robin asks as she jogs up to us.

“Um, me?” I ask, confused as I point at myself.

“Yeah.” She said and Chrissy pants, “Hey, Rob! I heard Vickie dumped you for a college student, that true?” She asks and I hold back laughter.

“Uh, I heard you’re a lesbian, is that true?”

“Robin!” I slap her shoulder and Chrissy giggles, “Sure am! I love boobs! Especially Y/n’s!”

“She’s kidding, she’s with Jason.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, I need to talk to Y/n, alone.” Robin says and Chrissy walks inside.

“I’m going to the nurses office!” She pants.

“Listen, I just wanted to say I appreciate it, but it’s never going to happen.” Robin says as soon as Chrissy is far enough to not hear.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, even more confused.

“Okay, from what I remember that kiss was hot, you know, for being in seventh grade, and I think it’s really cool you think I have golden specks in…in my eyes.” She says.

My eyebrows scrunch up as I look down at the letter she held in her hands.

The letter I wrote, the one I never sent out!

“It’s just, Vickie and I are in a really weird place right now…”

I could barely hear her voice as I suddenly felt dizzy and everything was spinning. Oh, no.

“I don’t know what you hoped to…woah!” She gasps as I fell onto the ground.

She kneels down beside me, “Hey, Y/n! Y/n.” She waved her hand in my face.

My eyes start to open and I seen Robin above me, “Are you alright?” She asks.

I look around, “What happened?” I asked, hoping what happened was not real.

“You fainted.” She said, with an awkward smile.

“Oh…okay.” I said, shutting my eyes and she quickly helped me up.

I sat up, “Do you want me to call someone? Should I get you some water? Or…”

I look behind her and spot Nancy walking our direction, letter in hand.

“Oh, my god.” I gasp, Nancy gets closer and I look at Robin. “Oh, my god!”

I grab her face and kiss her quickly, her eyes widen and she taken aback as her back touches the ground and she puts her hands up.

“Hey! Stop that!” My gym teacher shouts, “Two more laps for you, Byers!”

I sat up, pulling back from Robin. “Um…thank you.” I said, running off.

I ran past Nancy who watches me run past, Robin also stared at me.

“Y/n!” Nancy calls out but I quickly went inside the girl’s bathroom and hid in a stall.

I grab the stall door and sigh.

This cannot be happening.

I hear a door open and close, “Hey, Y/n, you in there?” I heard a voice call out.

“No.” I said quickly.

I see their hand slip the letter under the stall, Tina’s letter.

“I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here and I wanted to make sure you were okay. And uh…” She says as I pick up the letter from the floor.

“Thought you might want that back, it’s seems a little personal.”

“Tina, know that I wrote this years ago.” I said, holding tightly onto the letter.

“Freshman Homecoming, right?” She asks and I open the stall door and step out.

“I had a lot of fun that night, too. But you know that i’m straight, right?”

I did not.

“Yes, of course! Yeah, duh!” I giggle, playing it off.

It’s not like we did anything, we just ended up sitting together at Homecoming and we talked and danced and had a good time.

I thought it was quite nice, special. I didn’t know she was straight. She didn’t give that vibe.

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“Hey, sweetie!” My mom says as I ran past them to my room.

I looked in my closet and seen the box of my letters weren’t in their usually spot.

“Have you seen a blue, sorta teal box? It has fabric on top of it, it’s round and there’s a bow on top of it!”

“Woah, slow down sweetie. I haven’t seen any blue box.”

“Are you sure? Johnathan gave it to me, it’s very important!” I said, frustrated.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Maybe it went out with the Goodwill boxes.” She said and my jaw drops.

“The Goodwill boxes?”

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The letters are out.

They’re out. There’s nothing I can do about it.

I stood up and looked out the window with a sigh, Will walks into my room, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I chuckle, leaning on the window as I hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Nancy’s here to talk to you!” Our mom shouts and I groan.

“You never saw me.” I said, opening the window and slipping out the window.

I grabbed my bike and biked to my favorite nearby cafe.

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[shrimptacodaniels]

something something loser trio headcanons because i can’t stop thinking about them 

—PART ONE—

RUTH FLEMING: 

got called “phlegmy fleming” in elementary school because she has horrible seasonal allergies. the nickname stuck until middle school. she transferred during eighth grade. 

200% a cat person. she loves cats and wanted one when she moved out. both of her parents are extremely allergic. 

her favorite color was red. after her death and the events of npmd, it makes peter sick to look at anything red not just because of blood. 

the least squeamish person to walk the face of the earth (which can be corroborated by her behavior in npmd). she loved dragging pete and richie to haunted houses in the autumn. 

she and pete met in tap class when they were 6 years old. upon learning pete’s name, ruth gasped and asked “like spider-man?!” they’ve been friends ever since. 

ruth loved to give pete a hard time. a lot of the innuendos she made were at his expense (read: to freak him out). when he’d get too into his head, a dirty joke was, in her opinion, the best way to snap him out of it. 

big on social media stalking. she knew so much about so many people. shared all of what she knew (good, bad, and ugly) with richie and pete. 

definitely was a girl scout growing up. hated it. had a massive crush on one of the older girls and freaked out over it. 

has taken the am i gay test 34 times (just to be sure). 

came out to richie first after a trial run of “practice kissing” each other. they both cried. he came out to her the same day (messy bisexual icons). 

they teased each other equally and often about the other’s taste in men and women. 

when they both came out to pete (at the same time), he flipped, asking if “anyone in this damn town stuck to one gender?” (bc ted swings all ways, be so fr). after steph comes out to him as bi, he remembers the remark and tears up a bit. 

loved to lust over ted as a bit. pete hated it. 

coffee > tea. argued about this with richie almost daily. 

she loved wine mom romance novels an embarrassing amount. 

was in the library’s dnd club for 3 years to “improve her acting skills.” loved to play incredible horny bards

would have loved short n’ sweet. slim pickings??? taste??? JUNO????

planned the trio’s halloween costume every year. they always coordinated.

loved the muppets movies growing up

her favorite musical was spring awakening. 

her dream role was sally bowles in cabaret. 

DEFINITELY would have named her cat(s) after characters from cats (the musical) 

loved her friends more than anything in the world. but especially loved to antagonize them :) 

(I’m ill about her. Like seriously.)