#why are you as a man smiling at another man. seems pretty gay to me

[arborescentarecaceae]

okay but why is Rocket looking at Drax like that. at this point I'm not convinced there's a single heterosexual person on the team

[lovverletters]

My Boy

《Yandere!Playboy X Taken! Male Reader》

Note that this is a reupload from my previous blog @hyerinrose

T/W : yandere behaviour, infidelity, suicidal thoughts, possessive behaviour, internalised homophobia, Obsessive behaviour.

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Everything was perfect. (Name) is content with the cards he has been dealt with in his life. He had a loving and supportive family, his academics performance were outstanding and most importantly he is dating the girl of his dream, Maya.

Although they had only been going out for a few months, (Name) could already picture a future with the girl. Call him a hopeless romantic but he can't help it!

"(Nameeeeee) you're spacing out againn. Am I that boring?"

Maya voice snapped him out of his thoughts.The two were currently on a date at an ice cream parlour. (Name) stared at his girlfriend who's sitting across the table, admiring her beauty.

(Name) might be biased but Maya is an absolute beauty in his eyes. Her long dirty blonde hair was tied into a braid and slung against her shoulder, green irises and specks of freckles complimented her already pretty face.

"It's not like that, Aya. You're so beautiful I can't help but be put into a trance" (Name) said with a smile that eventually broke into a grin as Maya grew flustered.

"Oh hush you! S-stop laughing at me (Nameeee)!

"Maya flicked her matcha flavoured treats at him, to which (Name) retaliated by flicking his own (F/Flavour) ice cream.

The display of affection between the two was ignored by many other except for one individual who stared at them with curious eyes. Sapphire eyes trailed over the couple that was absorbed in their own world, foolishly in love.

Xavier first reaction towards the couple was envy. He had been pursuing Maya for months to add to his ever-growing list of girls he had bedded. However he was always met with hard-cold refusal from her.

'She rejected me for this loser of a man? Unbelievable' He sneered in his mind.

He then observed the 'loser' Maya had chose over him. (H/C) flowed gently with the breeze, his (E/C) twinkled with happiness as he goof around with the girl. (Name) smiled brightly that it could put the sun to shame.

As he thought, Plain. Boring. Average.

The man were not even close to Xavier's level, he's practically a dirt in his eyes. Obviously Xavier is better than that loser? He's going to show Maya that he's better than him.

'No matter what, I'm going to take her away from you'

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sounds were numbing Xavier's brain the longer the hours dragged on. Half of the students were already asleep 10 minutes into the lesson.

He would've been sleeping too had he not been keeping his eyes trained on his rival who's only two seats away from him. Xavier swore he's only staring because he needs to find a dirt on (Name).

".... Mr (Name), you would be pairing with Mr Xavier for this project" His teacher called out the two boys' names causing both of them to stare at each other incredulously.

"With the pairings have been set, be sure to turn in your work by next week. Class is dismiss" the teacher wave them off and left the classroom.

The two boys had different feelings in being paired with one another. (Name) was devastated, Xavier seems like a dickhead who would force him to do all the work and take all the credits afterward. Alas, he had to push through anyway, the project was 20% of his grades.

Xavier however was elated, warmth spreads throughout his body at the mention of his and (Name)'s name together. Great! Now Xavier can spend a lot of time observing (Name) even closeㅡ

Wait. Why the hell is he acting like this? He's not into (Name).

He's after Maya! Xavier's not.. gay is he? No, he's not.

"Hey" (Name)'s voice jolted the player from his spiralling thoughts. His cheeks heats up and he could feel his heart speeds up.

'I'm just surprised is all. Nothing weird' he reasoned.

"What? Hurry up, I've got no time for nobodies like you" Those words slip out of his tongue easily as if he wasn't panicking with having (Name) this close to him.

The (H/C) male sighed through his nose and held out his phone. Xavier rose his eyebrow at the action.

"I need your numbers for this project. I'll delete it after we're done if it bother you so much" (Name) open his contacts to add Xavier's info.

Surprisingly, Xavier obediently agrees and handed over his phone for (Name) to input his own numbers with no complaint.

"Thanks. I'll contact you about the details later" (Name) then left him all alone in the classroom with conflicted feeling brewing inside of him.

'Damnit.. what is wrong with me?'

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A week went by and Xavier had made a ground breaking discovery about himself.

After constant denial of his feelings, he had finally came to the conclusion that the one he was interested in wasn't Maya. No, it was her boyfriend, (Name).

The short time they spent together were the push he needed to realise his infatuation with the male. All those things he described (Name) were the exact opposite of what he truly is.

(Name) was kind to him despite being reluctant to pair up with him early on, his sense of humour was immaculate. Xavier had never laughed so hard in his life before the jokes (Name) would crack while working through their project.

(Name) is perfect. He's everything Xavier had been looking for.

Xavier obsesses over the (H/C) male, stalking him, stealing little trinkets (Name) left by accident. Taking millions of polaroids and sticking them to his walls.

However Xavier was brought back to reality when they submitted the project. (Name) was never his, the time they spent together were that of a friends. Soon his beloved will go back to being around that pest of a girl.

His previous envy were now turned towards Maya. The time (Name) spent with her could've been with him. (Name)'s kisses should've belongs to him, (Name)'s affection and love should've belongs to him. (Name)'s everything should've belong to him!

Xavier decided that he had enough of this and will take things to his own matter. One way or another, (Name) will be his.

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(Name) felt tears welling up his eyes as he watches the video on his phone. It was all over the school, his girlfriend Maya had cheated on him with his friend, Xavier.

He closed the video and shut his phone off as he furiously wiped his tears. The students around him gave him a pity look, they wouldn't let this slide. (Name), the most sweetest guy is being hurt by his girlfriend?

They're going to make her life a living hell until she either moves away or take her own life.

Xavier approached (Name) who was sobbing in one of the stalls. The (H/C) took notice of this immediately and scrambled to walk away. He's not ready to face with the man he thought was his friend.

"Oh no you don't, (Name). Don't you dare run away from me!" Xavier pinned the boy on the stall. Leaving him no room to escape.

"Whatㅡ what else do you want from me?! You slept with my girlfriendㅡ what more do you want?" (Name) said while struggling under Xavier's surprisingly strong hold.

His breath hitches when the player got close to his face, their nose touching.

"You. I want you. Everything I've done is for you, (Name). I had to get rid of her since she was nothing more than a homewrecker! You belong to me (Name) and I had enough of seeing her taking things from you that were supposed to be mine!" Xavier were manic, his blue eyes were crazed.

"Whaㅡ" (Name) were terrified.

"Hey, (Name). I love you a lot you know? And I'm going to show you it~"

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[blushweddinggowns]

Steddie Drunk Dialing Fluff

Steve Harrington-Munson was probably one of the happiest men to be alive in the modern era. He had the perfect life, against all odds. Because apparently having your late teens and early twenties ruined by demons equated to a fantastic adulthood.

He had it all. A loving family, the best friend/surrogate sister he could ever ask for, and he was married to the love of his life. And okay, yes. That had included some extremely embarrassing revelations and internal meltdowns and... a pretty brutal disownment. But he had figured it all out in the end. And here he was, a decade later with a ring on his finger and a nice hyphenated name. Not to mention how he was basically a trophy husband.

Eddie hadn't wasted a moment of the last decade. A symptom of almost dying it would seem. He went for the GED, gathered the band back up, moved across the country to chase his dreams and play in every shitty dive bar he could until they were discovered. All while dragging Steve along for the ride.

As much as Steve had believed in him, neither of them had been prepared for his music career actually taking off. Especially not to the level it did. It was undeniable that his husband was an A-Lister, despite how universally hated he was by half the country. You don't get many out and proud metal front man who loved parading around his high school sweetheart at every social event he could. But Europe loved him, as did the entirety of gay, rebellious youths world wide.

It was so stupid. There Eddie was, painted as an insane freak who was fake-married. With tabloids running story after story about his secret children, his drug addiction, a wife from another country, anything that they could think of. All while Eddie spent every free moment at Steve's side, always opting for a night in with his baby when given the choice. And when he wasn't doing that, he was busy playing surrogate fun uncle to the kids, who were definitly not kids anymore. But that didn't stop them from all getting together for Dungeons and Dragons once a month, hundreds and hundreds of campaign hours on everyone's belts. And that was his life. Spending time with his family, forcing them on hikes and runs, volunteering, working occasionally to help Robin with her translating work, all while coming home to the sweetest thing that ever existed.

God, did Steve love that man. Reminiscing about the love of his life while he was on tour was not helping his fretful sleep. He just... really had given him everything. He loved him so much in fact that he was only slightly pissed when he was woken up at three a.m. from the phone ringing off the hook.

Steve reached for it blindly, still half-asleep when he mumbled, "Mm-Eds?"

"Steeeeeeeeeevie," Eddie's voice slurred back at him, "Baby booooy. How's my baby boy? I miss my baby boy."

Steve smiled despite himself, yawning into the phone. Eddie was lucky he was so cute, considering how the love of his life who could not remember what time zones were, "He misses you too. And he's a little tired right now babe. What's up?"

"Day drunk," Eddie sighed, "Guys, morning show, mimosas, hotel room to sleep it off. Missing you."

"You won't be missing me for long," Steve softly laughed. Though... hearing his voice was quite the reminder of how cold the bed suddenly felt, "Just... one more week. That's not too long right?"

"Too long!" Eddie groaned, dramatic, "I miss you now. Why can't I see you now? Wait-Can I see you now? Cause planes and trains and-"

"And no," Steve interrupted with a chuckle, "You'd only get me for a few hours before you'd have to leave again."

"Worth it," Eddie mumbled out, his voice a little muffled as he tumbled around in his hotel bed, "Want my baby."

The pathetic tilt to his voice was enough to make Steve's heart clench. God he was too precious. Suddenly a red-eye in the middle of the night for a two hour make-out session didn't sound like such a bad idea. But he could be the strong one for tonight, "You have me sweetheart. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep."

"Yes please," Eddie sighed, "Love your voice. It's so... nice. Like... audible perfume. Like poetry or something."

"Oh baby you are wasted," Steve said as he laid back down, nestling the phone to his ear, "Please tell me you drank some water before laying down?"

"... maybe?"

"Babe."

"I knoooow. Keep nagging me though. I missed that too."

"Is my bitching your bed time story?"

He could hear Eddie nodding, rusting against the fabric, "And it's the best. Keep going?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but he did what he was asked. Saying every silly little grievance he could think of. He whined about how cold it was in bed without him, how Eddie had promised to take out the trash before he left and forgot. Again. How he hated how quiet it was without him, how much he missed hearing his voice trailing in and out of every room.

And Eddie listened, mumbling out a few sleepy m'sorrys and I love yous along the way. Until all Steve could hear was the slow, steady sound of his breathing. But he didn't hang up. Not when that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. And the perfect thing to fall asleep to.

Steve smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, a little amazed that Eddie could still make him feel so loved, from hundreds of miles away.

But one thing was for sure. He still had to be the happiest man on earth.

[elswifee]

Games

Pairing: Toxic!ellie x fem!reader

Warnings: drug!use, alcohol!use, toxic!ellie, mean!ellie, dumb!reader, smut, strong language, scissoring, f!ngering (r and ellie )

Summary: you never really new what you were to ellie. I mean she treated you like a girlfriend, but wouldn't at the same time. You got pretty annoyed with that, so you decided to play a dangerous game with her.

You were getting ready to head out to a party at your cousins house. You were applying a coat of lipgloss when ellie walked in. She is wearing a black button up with short sleeves, revealing her many tattoos, and some washed out jeans.

She shamelessly checked you out, the way your black dress hugged your body so perfectly. Ellie then came up behind you, kissing your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, we're gonna be late. Hurry up please," she slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp.

"Ochie, okay I'm ready let's go," you say, rubbing your ass.

On the ride to the party, ellie had her hand on your thigh, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, baby?" She smirks. "Yes, Els. You have, thank you." You smile.

Once you got there, your cousin was the first one at the door. "Ay! Mira no mas, mi prima favorita!" (Oh! look who it is, my favorite cousin!) He greets, pulling you into a hug. "Ellie, how you been, man?" He dabs her up, pulling her into a bro hug.

"Nothing much, how 'bout you?" She shrugs.

A few drinks later, you spot your childhood best friend, lana. She was taller, a few new piercings, was that a new tattoo? She looked good.

You turn to tell ellie, you were gonna be back in a few minutes, but when you did she was with another girl. She was close to her face a cup in her hand, and she seemed to say something funny, causing the girl to laugh.

You roll your eyes, this wasn't new. You had seen ellie with different girls all the time, but you loved her too much to stop seeing her.

You started walking towards lana. She was talking to some friends, but was cut short when she turned to see you. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh shit!" She calls you out, "damn baby, look at you," she grabs your hand given you a little twirl.

"How you been, fuck, how long has it been?"

You guys have a conversation, talking about everything you missed. "So what you got a girlfriend or something?" You ask, tilting your head with a smile.

"Uh, I'm actually talking to someone, so I don't know." She laughs. Lana was getting ready to ask you the same thing, but she was cut off by your squealing.

"Lana, dance with me please, I haven't danced in for ever!" You shout, Imitadora by Romeo Santos was playing. God, you used to dance this song with her all the time.

She places a hand on your lower waist, and you place a hand on her shoulder. The free hands grab onto each other. When he starts singing, you guys start moving. You sway your hips, following her lead.

Twirling you around, singing to the lyrics, she leans down to your ear. You were laughing along with her.

Ellie was watching from afar. Jaw clenched, arms crossed over her chest, and her hands in tight fists, making her knuckles white.

Who the fuck is she? What are you laughing about? What's so funny? Why is she dancing with you? Is she gay too?

All these thoughts she had. She watches you walking towards the counter sitting next to the girl, handing you a cup. Your still laughing when you see ellie from the corner of your eye.

Ellie suddenly grabs your jaw, pulling you in, kissing you passionately. Tongue swiping over your lip she had bitten. "Hi, baby, where were you?"

You felt incredibly awkward, looking at lana. She looked caught off guard. Glancing between you and ellie, who was standing behind you, a smirk and a stare that could scare anyone away.

"Uh, ellie meet lana, lana meet ellie- "her girlfriend," ellie finishes for you, a cocky smile on her face as she reaches her vainy hand out. Lana nods, taking a hint, she reaches out, shaking ellies hand.

"Ahh, I used to date her, aswell" lana smiles.

Ellie doesn't drop her act, though inside she boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Your eyes widen, oh shit. You get up grabbing ellies hand, " lana, it was so nice to see you, te veo luego, si?" (I'll see you soon, yes?) You wave at her, dragging ellie upstairs.

Entering your old room, full of posters, led lights, vinyls, and record player. You lock the door, turning around, ellie in your face pushing you back, into the wall.

"Who was she?" Ellie rasps.

"She's an old friend-

"Girlfriend, you mean?" She tilts her head. You gulp. You don't know why, but when ellie would get jealous she tends to look so good.

Ellie glides the back of her cold fingers against your flushed cheeks, tracing your lips. "Don't forget who owns you, sweetheart. Who you belong to," she smiles.

Grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker. "Who do you belong to, baby?" She questiones, lightly grazing her lips along yours. " You, ellie, I belong to you," you whisper.

Ellie breaths against your lips, making you shudder. you lean into her, but she backs away, making eye contact with you. She let's out a throaty chuckle, seeing how pathetic you look.

"Please, Els, kiss me," you beg.

Ellie lowers her head, as though she was going to kiss you but instead she kisses your neck. Sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck and on your collar bone.

You felt yourself get wet, rubbing your thighs together, looking for any type of friction.

You whimper, as ellie yanks your dress down, revealing your braless chest, "dirty, dirty girl," she smiles. She goes on, spitting on them, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it.

You let out a heavy sigh, your slick running through your panties and down your thighs.

Ellie pinches your other nipple before giving it the same attention as the other one. Her cold hands roam around your body. She reaches down, cupping your soaked cunt.

"So wet for me already, baby" ellie grunts. She pulls your panties aside, the pad of her thumb pressing against your puffy clit. Her middle finger rubbing your slit up and down.

Without a warning she shoves her finger into your hole, whining at the feeling of your warmth.

You let out a gasp, followed by a moan. Ellie kisses down on your neck, she can feel herself get wet, aswell. Her boxer sticking to her cunt. She curls her finger inside you, making you cry out.

You reach for your breasts, as you playing with your perky nipples, increasing your high.

"Yes, yes, yes, ellie don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck I'm close,"

You let out a moan, ugh was it music to ellies ears. She felt so good, pleasing you. As ellie felt you shaking, she yanked out her finger.

She then drops to her knees, throws you leg over her shoulder. She keeps your panties moved aside before she kitten-licks your throbbing clit. Being on the edge had you whining, looking for a release.

You grab ellie by her head, pushing her deeper into you. She chuckles, running her tongue through your glistening folds. She brings her thumb up, rubbing your clit at an intense pace. Moaning and squirming, trying to get away for this overstimulation.

Ellie just grips your thighs hard, you can fell the bruises starting to form.

Ellie then inserts her middle finger, and her ring finger inside your hole. You let out a cry, ellie fascinated by the way you swallowed her fingers.

"Ellie, shit, shit ,shit, I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!"

You feel dizzy, exhausted. Your shaking, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm hit you like a truck. Ellie still sucking on you, cleaning you up with her tounge, helping you ride out your high.

Ellie picks you up, throws you over her shoulder. She slaps your ass, echos forming. She tosses you on the bed, making you bounce.

Ellie starts unbottoning her shirt, followed by her sports bra. As she starts walking towards you, she unbuttons her pants, dragging them down along with her boxers. You can see her shiny slick running down her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Sliding off the bed, onto your knees, infront of Ellie. You look up to her with doe eyes. You lick your lips before placing your head in between her thighs. Running your tongue flat against her, sucking up her juices.

Ellie let's out a grunt, hands on your head, pushing you towards her clit. You let out small laugh, vibrations running through ellies body, causing her to shiver. You capture her clit between your teeth.

Ellie let's out a moan, gripping onto your hair. Ellie felt so turned on, she was desperate for a release.

You tease her sopping hole with your finger before entering. A heavy sigh leaving her lips. You pump your fingers in and out, while continuing to suck her clit,

"Shit, shit, fuck, just like that. You fucking whore, yeah, don't stop,"

Ellie clenches around your finger a few more times before she starts to tremble. Letting out a load moan, breathless, she pulls you up. Leaning close, she pulls you into a passionate kiss. Tongue sliding against your, teeth clashing, lips over lips. She bites your lip, dragging it out before licking it.

Your head bows to her neck, sucking and leaving your marks all over her.

Pushing you onto the bed, ellie spreads your legs. Placing herself on top of you, a leg over the other. You let out a soft moan.

Ellie starts grinding onto you, back and forward. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breaths and moans.

"She can't fuck you like I can. Do you understand? Huh?" Ellie grunts. "Hey, hey, look at me. No one can fuck you besides me. If I see someone touch you, their dead, you hear me?"

You let out moans, groaning at how sexy she looked on top of you, fucking you and making threats. Ellie starts grinding harder and faster, chasing her orgasm. Your clits rubbing together, arching your back.

Ellie lowers her head sucking your tits. "Fuck, ellie, ima cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming!" A scream leave your mouth, arching your back, your trembling.

Ellie continues to ride you, her strokes getting messy, and sloppy. She let's out a throaty moan, her head thrown back as she tries to control her breathing.

She drops on top of you, drawing circles on your rib and waist. Your bodies are sweaty and wet, but you don't care. You play with ellies hair until you hear soft snores.

"Dammit ellie, why did you make me fall in love with you." You whisper to yourself, groaning and rolling your eyes.

"I love you too, sweetheart"

[riordanness]

enchanté — [n.sheff]

wordcount: 1.2K

warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn���t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (non-canon) Autistic Character?

Long propaganda:

He's so single mindedly obsessed with swords and martial arts that he ascends to godhood as a martial god at only 17. and then does it 2 MORE TIMES. (autism so strong that you're the only god to be banished and then re-ascend x2)

he's such a sword nerd (affectionate) even after he's been banished. he's unable to read between the lines and realise that Hua Cheng is Very Gay for him, despite the fact that they CONTINUESLY KISS AND FEEL EACH OTHER UP. sounds like you have trouble discerning between platonic and romantic advances. not very allistic of you.

still, on the subject of romantic advances, the most successful one was unleashing him in an armory and letting him infodump about swords for hours. the author literally describes him as a sword otaku.

he's pretty perceptive, and tends to make pretty reasonable guesses about what's going on based on what he knows- and then never tells anyone. basically like: "oh I'm sorry i didn't know when it was acceptable to say that i know that you showed up in disguise earlier but i didn't want to call you out and make it awkward so i just played along until someone else brought it up" maybe the truth is blatantly obvious but figuring out when to say it is so hard :( someone come save this man from social cues before he gatekeeps another critical piece of information.

he has a passable understanding of social norms but often forgets them/ ignores them if he thinks they're dumb also there's this whole passage where he goes (paraphrasing once more) "hahaha my teacher taught me well I'm So Good at not feeling attracted to women. so good, in fact, that its never happened. i only wish he also taught me how to not find men SO HOT. it's clearly because my teacher never taught me how to avoid men's hot sexy advances." sir. sir i just saw you "practicing calligraphy" and "exchanging spiritual energy" with Hua Cheng do you want to maybe inspect this a little bit. as an autistic oblivious gay, I've been there but c'mon. you can only kiss a man so many times before your bros card is revoked.

on the subject of him being taught in class, because he was learning cultivation and martial arts from a young age, he was mostly a joy to have in class (special interest makes the heart grow fonder) until he started asking Socially Unacceptable questions. especially the why questions. i mean.

" "My child, I hope you will become a person like him," the state preceptor said, solemn and tender.

Young Xie Lian sat there poised and proper, and he said without thinking, "I don't want to become a person like him. I want to become a god."

[...]

Xie Lian still swore that he had never intended to be provocative or rebellious when he raised those questions. He was genuinely curious and looking for answers to his queries. However, when the state preceptor heard him, his face turned quite the shade." is this not the autistic experience very clear and expressive body language (which often just reads to me as stimming). he waves his hands when hes excited, he rubs his forehead, he paces and walks in circels, theres a scene of him opening and closing a door a bunch of times because he's happy.

before i leave, i would like to share some quotes "as long as the objects were placed together, Xie Lian would refuse to separate them. So whatever it was he built, he'd forbid anyone to touch it, and he always wished desperately that he could glue the fragile sheets together so that it'd never collapse. When he was even younger, if he saw his golden palace fall apart, he'd be distressed to the point of refusing food and sleep until the king and queen coaxed him from his shell."

"That youth smiled, not saying a word. Xie Lian suddenly realized the youth was actually staring at him. A moment later, it finally dawned on him that what this youth was staring at was actually the cursed shackle around his neck."

I rest my case

Anything else

Sorry about the amount of things in the source media section, he's from a chinese book so theres the english translation, the pinyin, and then the abbreviation most fans use when looking for things :D

Also sorry about the length of my propaganda i cant stop thinking about him.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Merry Christmas baby please marry me

Warnings: No warnings Tags: Aged-up characters, marriage proposal (gone wrong), sexy times. Notes: As seems to be my Christmas tradition, here's a Christmas fic a few days late :D

Summary: Sometimes the mere thought of Billy being his made Steve’s insides ache. That’s how incredibly lucky he felt to have him. Which was why, for the last few months, ever since gay marriage became legal in their state, Steve had been thinking about making Billy a married man. It was what he’d wanted to do as long as he could remember. He'd planned everything to detail - except that he just hadn’t been specific enough to himself at what time of day he’d do it.

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“Is that the last one?” Billy whispered.

“Yeah,” Steve replied quietly as he set down the big bag he’d been carrying. “Remind me why did we get this many?”

Billy glanced at him and chuckled as he started to unpack the contents of the bag underneath the tree. “Don’t look at me, I just wanted two.”

Steve snorted and helped Billy. “Don’t remember you putting up a fight when having them, though.”

“Hey, be glad I actually like having kids. I could’ve said no.”

“I am, I am,” Steve replied, amused.

They unpacked the bag and then spent a moment looking at the massive pile of presents under and all around the tree.

Billy lifted Steve’s arm over his shoulder and placed his arm around Steve’s waist. “The last ones will grow up soon and then everyone only wants soft presents, candy and money.”

Steve leaned in, close enough to brush Billy’s ear with his nose. “What about Santa? Does he get any…cookies and milk?” he breathed into Billy’s ear, his hand finding its way to the small of Billy’s back.

“It’s 4:30 am,” Billy snorted.

Steve pressed his nose into Billy’s hair and inhaled his scent. “Which means the kids are supposed to stay in bed for at least another half-an-hour,” he murmured into his ear, his hand finding its way on Billy’s ass and squeezing it. “And I’m in the mood for some cookie.”

Billy glanced at Steve with a knowing smile—and the gaze still took Steve’s breath away.

At forty-nine, the blue of Billy’s eyes had faded a little and maybe the crow’s feet were more prominent in the corners. But the mischief in them was still the same, just like the promise, and the fire, and the devotion. And so was the wicked smile on his face, the one reserved only for Steve.

“Maybe we can arrange something, pretty boy.”

Steve smiled at the age-old nickname and nudged Billy towards the staircase. “Well, what are we then waiting for then? Santa’s a busy man,” he murmured, making Billy giggle.

Closing the bedroom door behind them left them in semi-darkness. It had snowed all day and night and the light from the streetlights reflected from the snow, lighting the room just enough for them to see something.

Steve curled his arms around Billy’s waist, pressing himself against his ass and feeling himself grow harder just from that alone. “Want you gorgeous.”

“Still, after all this time?” Billy murmured, pulling off his t-shirt.

“Always,” Steve confirmed, laying lazy kisses on Billy’s neck.

Billy leaned his head against Steve’s shoulder, running the fingers of his other hand fingers into Steve’s hair. “Want you too, baby,” he murmured.

Steve’s hands wandered over Billy’s torso, tracing the lines of his muscles, the scar from his hernia operation, brushing the hairs under his navel. Their bodies weren’t as perfect as they’d once been, but even after all this time, Billy was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever laid his eyes on. And he could never get enough of him. Never be close enough, even if he was six inches inside.

His hand moved further down, pulling down the waistband of Billy’s sweats while his other hand moved up, squeezing Billy’s pec gently and brushing over his perked nipple with his fingers.

Billy shivered underneath his touch, moving his hands over Steve’s and letting out a soft whine. “Baby…”

“Mhh,” Steve hummed against the side of his neck, continuing what he was doing as he slowly shuffled them towards the bed.

When they reached it, Billy turned around and kissed Steve.

Even still Billy’s kisses stirred a storm inside Steve, a desperate need he could spend his whole life to trying to satisfy.

The kiss deepened as Billy carded his fingers back into Steve’s hair and pushed his tongue past his lips, rubbing their growing hard-ons together.

It made heat rush into Steve’s groin and blood to roar in his ears. He pawed his own pjs with urgency but kept missing the drawstrings over and over, forcing him finally to break the kiss to open them. With that, without saying another word, they both undressed the rest of the way and climbed into bed.

Billy settled on his back on the bed and Steve followed, crawling on all fours on top of him and kissing him softly.

When they’d been young, softness had been a far cry from their sex. It had been all heat and sweat and sloppy kisses and moans and groans accompanied by the rocking of a squeaky suspension.

Sex was still a lot like that—but the suspension had been long since upgraded into a warm bed, to mattresses that supported from all the right places for optimal sleep, and a hard story-foam wedge underneath Steve’s helping him handle his heartburns.

And now they also had all the time in the world. No need to sneak around to steal moments here and there.

Well, okay, not really. Even tonight, they only had as much time as they’d had as teenagers trying to fuck anywhere without getting caught. Just enough for a quickie until their world elsewhere in the house woke up. All six of them.

“Baby, want…” Billy panted between kisses, squeezing Steve’s ass with his hand.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Steve sighed as he ran his hand on the side of Billy, kissing him desperately.

“Mhh, c’mon, want you,” Billy replied in between the kisses.

Steve gently brushed his fingers back over Billy’s pecs, squeezing them and flicking the nipples the way he knew Billy liked—and getting a satisfying gasp in return. He’d love to play with them for a bit longer, they both liked it, but he knew that their time was limited.

It was Christmas morning and at least the younger kids could be up at any moment—if they even had slept at all.

So, he cut things shorter than they normally would’ve, especially after noticing that Billy’s dick was already hard.

He rubbed it slowly with his hand, feeling it fill with each movement towards the tip and enjoying the effect he had on Billy. “You’re so good for me,” he murmured, unable to keep quiet all the while knowing each sound might’ve been listened to through the door.

Billy pushed his hips up, pressing himself against Steve’s hand, hungry for the friction. “Fuck me. Please.”

The plea was a whisper, but the tone of it made blood rush into Steve’s groin. “Planning on it.” He leaned up, reaching to the drawer of the nightstand and took out the lube.

“Shit. This is a new one,” he whispered after a moment of fumbling with the tube.

“I thought there was something left in the other one.”

“This is the only one that was there,” Steve replied, frustrated.

“Oh. Have to remember to get more then.”

Getting annoyed at the tube, Steve sat up on the bed, switching on the lamp on the nightstand to see why it didn’t cooperate. “This has a fucking seal on it. I don’t remember there being one before with this brand before. Is this some new brand?” he muttered. “I need my glasses to get this open.”

Billy pressed his face against Steve’s thigh and let out a muffled laugh. “Have you any idea how middle-aged that sounded? Give it to me.”

Steve chuckled. “We are middle-aged, babe,” he retorted, and handed the lube over.

Billy made a quick work of the seal and handed the bottle back. “Get to work then, middle-aged man .”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said with a smirk, and squeezed a generous dollop of lube on his palm. While he covered his dick with it, Billy settled back on the bed and opened his legs, ready for Steve.

Steve sighed at the sight and wiped the rest of the lube around Billy’s asshole. “Just say if you need more.”

“Santa want his cookie or not?” Billy deadpanned. “We’re on a clock if you didn’t notice.”

“Alright, alright. Jeez, was trying to be polite here,” Steve chuckled quietly as he got on his knees on the bed. As he raised his gaze back to Billy, the chuckles turned into heavy breaths. He jerked his dick languidly while drinking in the sigh in front of him.

Billy, his hair spread around his head like a halo on the pillow, looking back at him with dark, hooded eyes, the pink tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips. Parting his legs, grabbing the backs of his knees and spreading them wider apart—just for Steve. No one else, ever.

Oh, there would’ve been takers, women and men alike. People who thought they could’ve turned Billy’s head and to draw his eyes off Steve. Poor bastards sometimes even did it right in front of Steve, but that was kind of understandable. Billy was drop-dead gorgeous and when they went out, they didn’t advertise being a couple. Close friends, at most.

It had become a kind of game for them, even. Women and men came over, bought Billy drinks and sweet-talked him, tried to coax him into leaving with them. And every time Billy turned them down simply by leaning to Steve and giving him the dirtiest kiss, shoving his tongue almost all the way into Steve’s throat.

It scattered the wooers and always lead into a cutting the night short and a quick drive home, or, if home was too far, into a passionate moment in a bathroom stall.

Because how could you not want to fuck your drop-dead gorgeous partner when someone—often not at all bad looking—tried to get him to fuck them and he turned them down because you were all he wanted? Because he was so in love with you that when other people’s advances made him horny, he barely could wait to have you inside him.

Sometimes the mere thought of Billy being his made Steve’s insides ache. That’s how incredibly lucky he felt to have him.

Which was why, for the last few months, ever since gay marriage became legal in their state, Steve had been thinking about making Billy a married man. It was what he’d wanted to do as long as he could remember.

He’d gotten a ring he knew Billy would like and written a proposal speech explaining how Billy simply made his life better every single day. Those had been easy compared to deciding when to do it.

To do it on Billy’s birthday? Still five months away. Thanksgiving? Too many relatives and someone could always bring up something that would stop everyone from talking to each other.

No, it had to be a day when it was just them with the kids—but still something special. He couldn’t afford to take their whole family to a dinner in a fine restaurant before Christmas if they wanted to get any presents for the kids—so he’d decided to do it on Christmas day.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been specific enough to himself at what time of day he’d do it.

He placed himself on Billy’s entrance, teasing the opening with a few small thrusts before pushing just the tip in. He glanced up and saw Billy’s eyes closed, a slight grimace on his face for a short while before it relaxed.

Steve felt Billy loosening around his dick, too, a sign for him to proceed. He leaned in for kisses as he slowly pushed deeper, feeling a tight hotness envelop him, bit by bit. “Enough lube?” he murmured between kisses, wanting to ensure Billy was having as much fun as he was.

Billy opened his eyes, nodding. “Babe, less talking, more fucking,” he reminded him for the umpteenth time.

Steve knew he was a talker, but he always forgot. He grinned and thrust in the last inch, his own eyes squeezing closed from the delicious feeling of being buried inside Billy up to his balls.

He started thrusting slowly, back and forth just a little at first, allowing time for Billy to adjust—and for himself to savor the tightness.

Billy put his hands on Steve’s back, sliding them lower until he squeezed the swell of Steve’s ass and pulled him tighter against him. “Harder.”

With the permission Steve started pounding. He hated they were on the clock. He would’ve wanted to turn them around, to have Billy ride him. To marvel at him building up his own arousal, and then to jack him off with a matching pace.

But he didn’t complain about this either. He’d settle any day at watching Billy, his mouth hanging open and wantonly letting out small noises on Steve’s every thrust.

He felt his own arousal build up inside him, his release getting closer to where he could no longer stop it. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, “oh fuck, you’re so tight, baby—ah, ha’a—love it.”

“Yeah, pound that dick in me, hard,” Billy said in breathy moans.

Yes, Steve knew it was tacky and predictable, but it usually did the trick for him.

Except—instead of coming inside Billy, this time something else slipped out.

See, Steve had briefly, out of a whim, contemplated on proposing to Billy earlier when they’d been putting the presents under the tree.

But since he hadn’t gone through with it, his brain had it on cache, waiting for that perfect moment .

Which it interpreted to be now, on the brink of his orgasm.

“I want to, uh, mar—marry you.”

Billy froze under him, the delicious sounds he’d been making dying and vanishing into thin air. Steve thrust a few more times before he registered Billy’s very clear signs of utter surprise, and he opened his eyes to see what was wrong.

Billy’s eyes were blown wide open, his mouth lax, as if all air was punched out of him. Then the initial shock passed, and his face lit up, painted with mirth, and he laughed. The laughter spilled out uncontrollably, loud and bright, making Steve wince at the knowledge of it waking up the kids—and his heart sink a little.

But as Billy continued laughing, his eyes quickly tearing up as if it was the best joke ever , Steve couldn’t help but to join in with a small chuckle. It was funny that it slipped out like that; it didn’t make it any less true.

“Man, that was such a buzz kill,” Billy said when he finally got the laughter at bay, wiping his eyes with his arm.

The words made Steve’s mood disappear. “Well, okay, if it’s that bad I guess there’s…” he said, trying to pull out.

Billy stopped Steve by clinging to his sides with his thighs and locking his ankles together in the small of his back. “Jesus,” he huffed, his gaze suddenly soft. The question came out as a whisper, “You mean it? Don’t you?”

Steve looked at the man he loved more than life itself. The man who took care of their children: the two of his biological sons, Billy’s own biological son and daughter, and the two foster care boys who they were about to adopt once the paperwork came through—the six kids Steve had always wanted and Billy had granted.

He smiled. “Of course I mean it. Been wanting it ever since the beginning of time. It just took this goddamn world this long to catch up.”

Billy’s eyes dwelt up in record time.

“Hey, baby,” Steve said, wiping the tears with his thumbs. “Don’t cry. It’s a happy thing. Right?”

Billy nodded. “I want to marry you, too,” he replied hoarsely, sniffling.

Steve leaned down to kiss him, feeling all giddy, and felt a smile forming on Billy’s lips.

“Let me guess. Harrington?” Billy asked, whispering.

Steve let out a quiet laugh. “I was thinking along those lines.”

“We can discuss that once we finish this thing we’re in the middle of. Right, husband?” Billy said, his voice lowering on the last word.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Steve replied, leaning down for a heady kiss, ready to get back to what they’d been doing.

They were interrupted by a voice on the other side of the bedroom door. “Dad?”

They both groaned and shouted simultaneously; “Not now!” and “Go away!”

There was a pause in the corridor, then some murmuring and a loud, “Ew!” from several mouths.

Billy laughed, making Steve join him, both of them knowing the kids had scattered from behind the door, feeling icky like any teenagers from learning that their parents indeed were having sex, and leaving them in peace, at least for a short while longer.

“Come on, babe,” Billy murmured, lifting his hips enough to make Steve’s breathing hitch. “Fuck me hard.”

“Yeah, ‘m gonna fuck your brains off,” Steve hissed and lifted Billy’s knees over his shoulders to thrust as deep and hard as possible, determined to reach the peak as fast as possible.

He pounded into Billy with an unforgiving pace, watching him grab his own dick and jacking off at a matching pace.

Once he reached the point of no return, thrusts becoming erratic and finally losing his rhythm as his mind concentrated only on the inevitable release ahead. “’m coming, ‘m coming,” he groaned, feeling his release rushing towards his dick.

Billy nodded eagerly and pumped his dick faster, his mouth opening and letting out a delicious moan just a moment behind Steve.

Steve leaned his head on Billy’s shoulder, panting hard, hearing just the roar of blood rushing in his ears. After he finally caught his breath, he spoke. “I was planning on doing that today,” he whispered. “After the kids would’ve opened their presents. I’m sorry it slipped.”

Billy wiped Steve’s hair off his forehead to see his eyes. “Got me a ring?” he asked softly.

Steve nodded, feeling the familiar post-coital sleepiness seeping under his skin. “Yeah. And wrote a speech. Would’ve knelt, too. The whole nine yards.”

“Oh wow. With that knee of yours?” Billy quipped.

Steve snorted. “Damn right. That’s how much I love you.”

“Well, you can still do that.”

“The kneeling?” Steve asked, tongue in cheek.

“If you do that, you can figure out getting up yourself,” Billy replied with a snort. “I meant the proposing part. I want to hear how you’ll promise me the stars and the moon if I’ll say yes,” he continued, petting Steve’s hair gently, then cupping Steve’s cheek in his palm. “And I want you to put the ring on my finger. Want the kids to be there.”

“Mh’kay. Let’s do that,” Steve sighed, his eyes squeezing shut. “I need to rest for a bit.”

“You gotta pull out, babe,” Billy whispered, pushing Steve gently.

Steve let out an annoyed grunt as his overstimulated dick slipped out, and he turned on his back to allow Billy to get up. With his gaze he followed Billy shuffling into the bathroom. “Love your ass,” he murmured.

“Love it too,” Billy replied. “’m gonna go downstairs and make coffee. Someone will wake you up as soon as I leave the room, so make the minutes count.”

As Billy closed the bathroom door behind him, Steve grinned and closed his eyes. “Will do, husband .”

[fartlovingblkguy69]

The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 1

(Fictional Gay Fart and Scat Story)

I was drunk and walking through an alley of empty warehouses in Atlanta coming back from the bar one night at night when I passed a building that seemed to have much coming from inside and I heard this strange noise! It sounded like a cross between a grunt and a howl! I went inside to be nosy and to help if need be. Lo and behold it looked like an orgy, but not just any orgy. This was an orgy of about 30 little men. And they were filming! The tallest man, who was standing in the middle of the room was 4’9 with black hair and green eyes and he seemed to be directing all of the scenes. I realized they were about to make a killing as this was a growing category of porn and many of them were unbelievable hot! I felt myself getting a boner, one of the hardest I’d ever gotten, my full 8 inches rising. I fiddled with my jeans and started to jerk my hard rod when the taller man turned and noticed me. “What the fuck? Who let you in here? Stop fucking and grab him and bring him over here ” he yelled. A bunch of them ran over and took me out at the knees before carrying me over the heads and throwing me down at his feet. “What the hell did you think you were doing? Were you spying on us? Maybe trying to scope out competition for another group? And why were you jerking off? You like what you see or something? Maybe you’re one of those weirdos that fetishize little people or something.” “No, I was just passing by when I heard you guys and thought someone might be in trouble so I came to help! I’m gay and you guys are hot! It has nothing to do with you being small, I swear!” “I’m not sure I believe you! And after what you’ve seen we can’t let you leave! You might have a recording or call the cops or something.” “Hey Kyle! Let’s stomp on him! We could crush up his bones and bury him or something! There’s a landfill nearby!” one of the ones currently standing above me chimed in. He was about 3’9, blond, with a hairy chest, rock hard abs, a thick happy trail, and a 5 inch long, 2 inch thick half hard dick. He was super hot, but He’d been glaring at me this whole time with hard icy blue eyes like he wanted to kill me. It was very intimidating. “Hmm maybe. That would certainly be a fun idea. I think I have a better one tho!” the director Kyle said as his stomach gurgled loudly and he winced. He rubbed his stomach and loudly proclaimed “you guys have all been complaining about not being taken seriously by society and also about the lack of bathrooms in this place and I think we might have just found a small, well pretty big solution to both!” Now for context I’m a 6’3 pretty muscularly built white guy, albeit with a bit of a belly. I have long curly brown hair that comes halfway down my back. I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Just what the hell is this guy suggesting anyway? I was about to find out! “Take him to the bathroom and tie him down with his head over that broken toilet! He’s gonna be the replacement!” Kyle said smiling while rubbing his very hairy muscular, but not ripped stomach. I’ll use him first and show you all how it’s done! You better get ready toilet! I got a big load coming your way! We’ve been here for hours and I’ve been munching on pizza and nachos and chugging coffee and protein shakes and I’m lactose intolerant! It’s gonna be a wet ride!” I was dragged to the broken toilet which was dirty and clogged already and watched as they wiped the toilet seat off and cleaned it before flushing the toilet to make the water rise and then plunging my head down yelling “Drink, drink, drink!” trying to make me drink this murky water with a huge turd at the bottom. I refused to open my mouth preferring to drown to death but alas they would pull me up every time I started to black out! This went on for a good 25 minutes before Kyle came in pushing people out of his way, saying, “It’s time! I gotta let this nasty shit rip! My stomach is killing me! I can’t hold it anymore and the filming space is basically uninhabitable from my noxious farts! You boys don’t want me to hold this a second longer, trust me!”

[faghubby]

Bridemaid to slut

Read part 1 first. After agreeing to take my sisters place as a bridesmaid at my scousins wedding. I let Patty transform me into a passable woman. But at the wedding my old nemesis Craig not only saw through my disguise he showed me my true place was on my knees sucking cock.

I laid in my bed, my body was sore, my legs hurt from wearing high heels. My throat was raw as I thought of sucking Craig cock. My ass hurt I reached back and touched my hole my fingers slipped in easily to my stretched ass. Despite all of this my dick was hard and throbbing. I got up and showered. I loved the sensation of my smooth legs as I ran my hands over them. I thought about Craig kissing me. What was wrong with me. I wasn't gay. But I couldn't get Craig out of my head. I sat naked on my bed my head wrapped in a towel. I searched my phone for information about dominant men. Reading articles trying to understand how I could want Craig so much. I didn't masterbate but teased myself so I stayed hard. There where links that lead to porn, gay porn. I found myself wanting to be a twink. Wanting Craig to take me. I stroked myself with two fingers. I tried to prolong the sensation stopping and starting. Before I could finish there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Paul, are you up?" My mother called out I quickly wrapped a robe around myself. As my mom came in.

"How are you feeling?" She asked touching my forehead as she did when I was a child.

"Better thanks" I said.

"Well you missed a lovely wedding" she started. "And Patty seemed happy yesterday, she spent alot of time with your old friend Craig?" She smiled. As i tried to hid from blushing. Mom started to pick up my room as she talked.

"Mom, I will take care of that" I to.d her afraid she might find the satin dress on the floor of the closet.

"Okay, okay. I know your a grown man don't want your mom cramping your style" she said. Leaving me alone. I had lost my erection with mom in the room. I wished I had a pair of clean panties to wear. I snuck into Patty's room and found a sexy green thong. I slid them on and snuck back to finish getting dressed. When I came downstairs. My mother loomed at me strange then shook it off. I figured she had noticed my arch eyebrows.

"What?" I asked

"Nothing just forget how much you and Patty look alike" she said cupping my face. Did she know? What would she do? But she just went back to whatever she had been doing.

The next few days I spent alot of time wondering about what had happened, what I wanted to happen again. I found myself shaving off the stubble on my body that started to appear. I also found myself checking out my friends. Wondering how big their cocks where. Was I gay? Then Patty came home. I picked her up at the airport.

"So Craig called me" she smiled as she hugged me.

"Really, why?" I said nervously.

"OH we both know why" she laughed.

"It was just an innocent misunderstanding" I stuttered.

"You just happened to slip into bed and fall on his cock" Patty laughed. Obviously Craig had told her everything. She asked a hundred questions. I found myself telling her everything hoping it would help me understand it as well.

"You're wearing my panties right now?" She smiled. I just nodded.

"Craig wants your number, so he can see you again" Patty told me. "Do you want to see him again?"

"I don't know" I mumbled

"Did you like his big cock?" Patty asked. I smiled not wanting to admit it but unable to hide it either. She called Craig.

"OH yes, she has it bad" Patty said into the phone. "I get her all pretty for you" "well we can talk about that at another time" she hung up. I had only heard one side but I was rock hard as I drove.

Patty gave me directions and we pulled into a diner. We sat at a table and before we could even order I saw Craig walk in. My mouth went dry and panic set in. He came over and sat next to me. As he slid in he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. With a look I knew not to move it.

I looked around in panic wondering if anyone else had noticed to see Patty trying not to laugh. Craig and Patty talked ignoring me. Even though I was practically sitting on Craig's lap. Craig turned and whispered in my ear.

"You need it don't you?" I swallowed hard and couldn't look at him. Patty grabbed my car keys off the table.

"So you will make sure she gets home?" Patty said to Craig.

"Of course" he told her as I watched Patty leave.

"You are going to get up and walked to my car." Craig said paying for the coffee as I did. I stood at the passenger door waiting for him. He walked out and opened my door for me. Then got in himself. Before he started the car he grabbed my hair and pulled me to his crotch. People where walking past the car. And people in the diner could see. As he grabbed my ass.

"We are not moving till you take it out and suck on it" he told me. I fumbled with his jeans and pulled out his cock as he started the car. I slipped it in my mouth.

"You been practicing?" He laughed. As he drove. He pulled into some kind of state park. And parked. He had me get out of the car. There where several other cars in the parking lot. When Craig had me get out. He walked me behind the car. He unbuttoned my shorts. He smiled when he saw the flash of pink panties I had on.

"Take off your shorts and bend over the car" he told me.

"Please not here" I begged. He grabbed my balls

"Take off all your clothes and bend over the fucking trunk" he told me. Shaking I took off my shirt and shorts. He flipped me around and bent me over the trunk and bulled my panties down. He had lube in his pocket he squeezed into my ass. I felt his hard cock press against my hole. As it popped in I wanted to cry out but didn't. He fucked me hard and fast. Right there. I didn't even care if anyone saw as he worked his cock in and out I needed this. It had not been just a thing that happened I needed him. I needed to be taken.

Craig would slap my ass or grab my chest as he fucked me. I wanted him to do it all the more he took the more I wanted him too. He pulled out and came all over my ass. I pulled my panties up.

"Get in the car" Craig said as he threw my clothes in the trunk. I hurried and tried to hide as he drove back to the highway. It had all left me drained and I fell asleep as Craig drove. I woke to Craig Carrington me into a house.

"Shh don't worry, you can suck my cock again" he told me. Laying me down on the couch. He stood over me. I understood and pulled his cock back out. As I started to suck his cock. Someone walked in the room. I went to stop bit Craig held me in place.

"Hey bro, you remember that slut Patty." Craig said.

"Yeah" the other man said excited

"This is her little brother" he laughed.

"Really?" The other voice was close now.

"Suck my friends cock" Craig said pulling my hair. I looked over and saw another cock as it was forced in my mouth.

"Yeah bitch suck my cock" he said and grabbed my hair forcing it down my throat. I felt like I would die. He only lasted a few minutes before he filled my mouth with cum. Gagging and spitting as he pulled out. Before I even recovered He pulled my hair making me stand. Craig came up behind me. He showed me a metal hook looking thing. Then pushed it into my ass. He pulled it up I had to stand on my tiptoes. He released it and bound my hands behind my back and attached the rope it to the hook.

"You like being used, being my play thing" Craig said. "Just like your sister" he laughed he smacked my ass. Making the hook jump in my ass.

"You made me hard again slut!" He pushed me back to my knees.

"Hold this Brian" he said and I felt my arms pulled up forcing the hook tight into my ass.

"I bet this bitch would suck off the whole team" Brian said.

"Would you cunt, would you suck off the whole baseball team. Let them use you?" Craig said.

"He may need his sister to help" Brian said. I just kept sucking Craig. The more they talked the more I wanted to. I needed his cock.

"Now swallow" Craig said pulling out alittle. So I could catch it all in my mouth. I swallowed as fast and hard as I could.

I managed to swallow all of his seed.

"Such a good bitch" Craig said he helped me back to my feet. He put a collar around my neck with a leash and led me back to his car.i was still only wearing the pink panties now stained with wet spots that had dried. There was also dry cum on my face and chest.

"Come on I take you home to your mommy and daddy" Craig told me. I started to cry.

"What cunt doesn't want to go home?" He asked.

"Please not like this" he begged.

"Well I guess if you swore to be my little slut I guess I could let you get cleaned up" Craig told me. I shook my head in agreement

"Yes, please anything" I begged. He led me back inside. And let me shower he didn't untie me. Instead he washed me.

"Brian loves when girls lick his ass. You should thank him before I take you home." He told me as he dressed me in a skirt and belly shirt. My arms still tied. As Craig led me back out.

"Brian, would you like me to lick your ass?" I asked shyly.

"OH darling that's nice of you to ask maybe next time" he said Craig led me to the car.

"I am empressed you did wonderful" he leaned in and kissed me. Then drove me home. Being in the short skirt and shirt was maybe slightly better then just panties but I didn't say a word.

"You're going to answer everytime I call you. No matter what time. You will be ready to make me happy" Craig told me.

"You want this, you always have" Craig told me. He reached over and rubbed my penis between his fingers.

"I may help you with this, but that will be between us. Understand?" He said cupping my balls as he drove.

"yes" i said scared but also excited. He continued to tease my penis as he drove but stopped if I became to excited. When we got close to my house he called Patty.

"Paulie needs a ride, and prehaps some clean clothes" he said as they arranged where to meet.

Patty laughed out loud when she saw me. Craig untied me. And I changed into the clothes Patty bought me in the back of the car. I noticed she had bought me a thong instead of boy underwear. Patty and Craig talked before Patty got back in the car. And drove me home.

"Brian too?" She laughed.

"Patty, did you. I mean he likes. Does things" I stumbled thru the words.

"Yes, he helped me to be a slut, to learn my place." Patty told me. "He doesn't make you things, he helps you know what you want him to do to you" Patty continued she was obviously aroused at what she said.

"I don't think I am gay. I like woman." I stated.

"I think he showed you that you want to be a slut, to men or woman" Patty told me.

"He will continue to push to see how far you will go" Patty warned me.

"How far did he push you?" I asked not sure I wanted to know but felt I had to. Patty paused.

"I let 6 men have me" Patty said a bit ashamed.

"Like a gang bang?" I asked yes. "Craig was my first and two months later 6 boys took turns" Patty explained.

"Now he took your virgin ass, maybe he is reliving it" Patty smiled. As we pulled in the driveway.

"You can stop it if you want, he won't hurt you. He wants you to submit. He wants you to want it" Patty explained.

"I think I want it" I told her.

"I know, or you wouldn't of let it go as far" Patty smiled. She went in the house to her room. I went to talk to her but heard her masterbating thru the door. I went and texted Craig.

"Can I masterbate" I texted.

"No, slut it is good you asked. But no not until I say" he responded.

"Get dressed up like my slut, and send me pics" he told me. I asked Patty for help later that night. She helped me get dressed this time making me look like a slut. The skirt was so short you could see my panties.

"You are excited?" Patty asked confused.

"Yes" I said embarrassed.

"I just didn't realize you where ......small" she giggled.

She took pics. Even making me raise my skirt and show my panties.

"Slut did you like being bound" he asked

"Yes" I responded

"And sucking cock, swallowing cum"

"Yes"

"And your ass?"

"Yes I loved your big cock in my ass" I told him.

"ask Patty to come over and let me have her, if she does I will show you your true desires" I showed this text to Patty. She called him and even though it was after midnight she left and drove to hos house. A half hour away.

I fell asleep, in the morning I found a pic of Patty sucking Craig's cock. It was afternoon when Craig and Patty came walking in the house together. I was home alone. Craig walked straight up to me he wasted no time in removing my clothes. I was a bit self conscious being naked in front of Patty. She just laughed and went to her room. He deached out and rubbed my balls. I stepped closer to him.

"Don't cum" he whispered. I tried to think of anything else.

"Please" I wimpered

"No control" Maybe I should teach you control. He led me to my parents room. He removed his belt and took me over his knee.

"Bad girls get spanked. Are you a bad girl?" He asked

"No" I said afraid. Smack

"Don't lie, you are a dirty slut. You sucked Brian's cock" he said

"Yes" I whimpered. Smack

"Sluts are bad girls" he said

"Yes I am a bad girl" smack. Tears rolled down my face

"You are going to do whatever I want" smack

"Yes I will be a good girl for you" I cried

"I know you will, beg me to fuck you right here on your parents bed"

"Please, sir fuck me. Fuck me on my mommy's bed" I sniffled.

"Go find some of your mothers things, things she wears for your father would he be proud his son is becoming a bitch. " He let up and I found my mother's lingerie drawer. On top was a red lingerie set I couldn't imagine mom wearing it. It was a low cut bra, a thong, and a sheer robe. I put it on and went to show Craig.

He pulled me on the bed and had me on all fours.

"Bet your daddy had had your Mommy like this. He forced his lubed cock into my ass. "Now I am your Daddy" he told me. I couldn't take it and came all over my parents bed. I went to collapse but Craig held me and continued to fuck me like a madman. Craig came deep in my ass. As soon as he pulled out he left.

I laid on the bed until Patty came in "get up, you need to clean this up before mom gets home" she told me. Panicked I jumped up cum leaking from my ass down my leg. I ran around stripping my parents bed. I started the washer.

"Cute outfit you have to hand wash it tiny" Patty told me. I took it and washed it Patty just laughing as I ran around naked. Patty had remaid the bed. Only then did I realize I was naked and covered in cum in front of my sister.

"OH don't worry it's like we are sisters now" she laughed and left me to take a shower.

Craig continued to occupy my thoughts, he would text me at anytime having me rush to meet him. Even if it was just to tease me or expose me in some humiliating way. It had been several weeks when he told me to pack for a weekend away. Patty helped making sure I only packed lady things. She had assembled quite a slutty wardrobe for me. Including several pairs of high heels, my own makeup case, and tons of lingerie.

Craig picked me up, I was dressed in a micro skirt and a sports bra with 3 inch heels as he walked me to his car. We drove to a house about an hour away. He led me straight to the basement. Where he bound me to hooks in the ceiling.

"How much do you want this?" Craig asked. My dick straining to be contained in my tiny thong.

"It's all I think about" I said shaking not knowing what was coming. He pushed a dick shaped gag into my mouth. Then showed me a big butt plug. Which after a lot of lube and patience he managed to get into my ass. It hurt tears ran down my face. He then teased my nipples placing clamps on them. Before blindfolded me and left me alone. It seemed like hours. Before I heard someone coming. The plug was removed and replaced by a cock. The toy had so stretched my ass I couldn't even feel it. I felt his hot cum on my ass then he left. Over the next few hours this was repeated a dozen times. I heard nothing but grunts and moaned. I knew it was different men from their height and size. I had to pee so bad. When I was finally released. I looked up to see Craig I rushed to a bathroom at the top of the stairs. He waited outside the door. And removed my gag.

"The whole team has fucked you, now slut you're mine"

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

Rating Taylor Swift songs based on how they would be perceived by medieval peasants*: Debut

*context: I'm imagining showing medieval peasants how awesome the future is by playing them the greatest music of our day and age (Taylor obviously). I am also trying to have them not go insane nor have me be accused of witchcraft.

Tim McGraw: Jeans? Chevy truck? Radio? Georgia??? There hasn't even been a king named George let alone a state or country.... but that moon really DOES shine like a light on the lake and provide light to dance to all night. The vibes of the song are still there. 5/10

Picture to Burn: redneck? pickup truck? The relationship status is VERY confusing here because she is telling his friends he's gay (jolly) and then striking a match with someone (in a romantic sense?) and then admits to adultery ("goin' out with all of your best friends"). Fairly unsettling. 3/10

Teardrops on my Guitar: what's a guitar and why are you crying on it? Also a car? You have his picture and yet he's in love with another girl??? This is scandalous and tragic. 7/10 for relatability.

A Place In This World: a girl traveling down a road not knowing where she is headed? She must be a traveling performer! Maybe a jester! Good for her! How freeing life must be without a master. Although who knows what a radio or blue jeans are? 9/10

Cold as You: She was in love with an an artist (he painted his walls gray) and he rejected her? I wonder if it was social class differences or something else? This song hits hard regardless of the age. 10/10

The Outside: So has she been shunned or does she simply not have a master? Is this the traveling performer from a couple songs ago? Tbh it all makes sense but its pretty unrelatable. 4/10

Tied Together With a Smile: the waters high and you're jumping into it and letting go😳 and no one knows 💀 I knew serfdom was bad but wow it's BAD bad. That's depressing but relatable 8/10

Stay Beautiful: jungle and radio? Weird start but Cory seems highly sought after. I wonder who will pay the highest dowry for marriage? He seems like a wonderful muse. 7/10

Should've Said No: So I don't know the situation... your class will greatly affect this... but you know women may legally divorce their husbands for adultery, right? I do reccomend it. 3/10 because the vibes are NOT like the normal medieval music

Mary's Song: Brava!!! An arranged marriage that's also a love match? Unheard of! After the marriage, the property is even inherited!!! What a lovely start for family life. There was one confusing word? Truck? Idk the romance was so perfect I didn't even notice it. 10/10!!!!

Our Song: Half those words don't exist and the ones that do don't really make sense. Good job respecting the sanctity of God. The Church ™️ would approve. Still it's a 2/10

I'm Only Me When I'm With You: What does crazy mean? What do you mean you're flying? We're missing context but this could be a lower class marriage? :/ 6/10

Invisible: There's a fire inside him? She is invisible spying on him? This SCREAMS of witchcraft. Please do not play this song for a medieval peasant. You will be collateral damage in the trial and will likely also be burned at the stake. 1/10

A Perfectly Good Heart: First loves! What a luxury! You know very few people marry for love as relationships are to further the agenda of God🙏 apologies for the betrayal but hopefully your parents can pay the dowry for a better man. 5/10 just because this song isn't pleasing to the ears of the time

[imsparky2002]

Talking with Thomas - Reverser Part 2

The boyfriends walked into Astruc’s office, looking very unamused. The creator just smiled at them, unaware of their frustration with him. “Ah, Nash and Mork.” he greeted, “Excited for the new episode?” The boys just rolled their eyes.

“Wow, Nath. You were right. He is terrible with names.” Marc said. “Yeah, unless they’re the main characters.” Nathaniel added. Thomas decided to try and put some smiles on their faces. “So, pretty good script, huh?” he prodded. “Actually, sir,” Marc replied. “There were uh... some things we wanted to talk about. Some problems.”

“A lot of problems, actually.” Nathaniel said, looking straight at Thomas. Marc didn’t even let him argue before beginning his critiques. “First of all, why does it feel like you just copied Nath’s akuma plot for me, just tweaking a few things to make it fit better?“ Marc asked. “W-well...” Thomas replied, nervously taking a sip from his mug. “W-well, it's to show how similar you two are. How you're the perfect fit for eachother!” Thomas answered, his voice shaking with uncertainty. 

“Oh, but not perfect enough for us to get together? Despite the extreme amounts of gay subtext in the episode?” Nath countered, his eyebrow raised in doubt. Thomas gulped. “Ah, w-well, you know how certain... people can be about things like that.” he tried to explain. “Who gives a fuck about that?! I just want our characters to date like we do in real life!” Marc shouted, already tired of the man’s bullshit. “Are you honestly so scared of countries like China and Russia.” Nathaniel asked, looking disgusted.

Thomas just huffed and crossed his arms in response. “Well, sorry that that wasn’t enough for you kids. It was the best we could do for this episode! We really put everything we could into making this script a classic for every aspect.” Thomas complained. “Really?” Nathaniel exclaimed. “Because you sure didn’t seem to put much effort into Marc’s akuma!”

“Yes! I’m a writer!” Marc agreed. “That's the whole idea of my character! Nath got a form that reflected his artistic skills, why didn't I get the same thing?“ Thomas scoffed again. “Well, a writing akuma seemed too obvious, too boring. But we compromised with the paper airplanes!” Marc could only stare at the man like he had grown a second head.

“Too boring?! TOO BORING?! How is someone with the ability to alter reality with merely a pen, boring?! The possibilites are endless!” he shouted, as Nathaniel calmed him down with a pat on his shoulder. “But that's the least of our concerns.” Nathaniel reminded. “Next, let's talk about how my character's been assasinated before it even got a chance to shine.“ At this statement, Thomas looked confused. “Oh please, what are you talking about, Nagatha?”

“It. is. Nathaniel. And what the hell was that fountain scene? Why did I assume it was Ladybug? Why did I get angry at Marc when he clearly didn’t know that was the assumption made? And SERIOUSLY, ripping his journal? Since when was I such a dick?!“ he growled.

“Well, your crush for Ladybug clouded your mind, and the pain of thinking you were the butt of another cruel joke caused you to act irrationally.” Thomas explained, unaware why the boy was getting upset for no reason in his eyes. “Well you sure didn't have me explain why! All I said was that I "jumped the gun". JUMPED THE GUN! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Nathaniel yelled, his eyes wide with confused anger. “I straight up berated the boy, destroyed his property, and stormed off. I didn't even do anything to Marinette, the one who ACTUALLY messed up!”

“Well…Marinette was only trying to help! And she had to be Ladybug, so there wasn’t really time for you to have confronted her!” Thomas reminded. “Was she helping me when she read my journal without permission?” Marc replied, feeling like he could deck the man at any point. “Oh, come on, Morty! She’s your friend and she thought it was great, so what does it matter? Why wouldn’t you want to share it anyway?” Thomas said, even chuckling at the idea that this was worth getting mad about. Marc and Nathaniel were so stunned they didn’t even bother correcting the man about getting the writer’s name wrong.

“I... did he just say that he doesn't understand why I wouldn't want to share my private journal?” Marc said, barely able to comprehend what he had just heard. “Nath, tell me I'm not hallucinating.” Nath shook his head and felt another wave of disgust through his body. “Nope, I heard it too. WOW, DUDE! You need to learn about people’s boundaries!” Thomas was about to reply, but Marc cut him off.

“It's ok, Nathaniel. Because ‘it's Marinette’ who can do whatever she wants because ‘she has good intentions.’”, he said with a mocking tone, using air quotes. “I bet if I was a girl, Marinette was a boy, and you were still a dude, this episode wouldn't get green lit. But it's fine for girls and other queer boys to berate me and meddle with me, according to this straight guy.”

“Let’s not blow things out of proportion now! So things get a little heated and Marinette makes a mistake! The important thing is that it’s fine in the end, you two make up and become partners!“ Thomas replied, trying to sweep this whole mess under the rug. Nathaniel was quick to catch him on his BS. “No we don't! Marinet-, oh sorry, "Ladybug" forced us to reconcile. And I never actually apologized.” Nathaniel said. “And even worse, I accepted it!” Marc hissed. “I was smiling! WHY?!”

“Because everyone loves when a misunderstanding is resolved!“ Thomas admitted. “Remember the umbrella scene? Tumblr's gonna love you guys. MarcNath will be a great fanship!“

“Oh, don’t start with that crap!” Nathaniel snarled. “This is not how you lay the foundation for a healthy relationship! This entire episode is toxic as hell!”

“Marinette herself has asked if we can change the script.” Marc noted. “She's already getting a lot of backlash, and she doesn't want to get more. And this'll probably be our only episode where we matter. This is not how I want me and my boyfriend to be represented.” Thomas just rolled his eyes. “That’s show business, boys! Sometimes you gotta do the uncomfortable stuff for the end results!” Nathaniel could feel the urge to throw up from that statement. 

“I may be Jewish, but Jesus Christ! Do you know how creepy you sound right now? You know what? We'll do the episode, but don't expect us to agree to be relevant ever again.” he stated. “Yeah, I'd rather be a background fan favorite than a supporting cast member in this dumpster fire.” Marc agreed. Thomas looked disappointed by this. Not because he CARED about them, but because he wouldn’t make as much money if they didn’t become superheroes. “But what about our plan to give everyone Miraculouses?” he asked. “When the time comes, just throw us in with some other classmates. We're not having our own episodes for you to ruin.” Nathaniel replied, with him and Marc getting up and walking to the door.

Thomas frowned and humphed at them, like an angry child. “Fine by me!” he scoffed. “We were already planning on lumping together Evan and Serena getting their miraculouses, we can just throw you two in as well!”

“IVAN AND SABRINA!” the boyfriends said in unison, before shutting the door. “Man, what a jackass.” Marc said, as Nathaniel nodded in agreement. “I don’t even know why we still do this show.” he admitted. “I mean, it's not like we have a choice. You know what usually happens when characters leave the program they were created for?” Marc reminded. “They rarely get hired for anything else.” Nathaniel sighed in annoyance. “Oh yeah...”

“I'm more concerned about everyone seeing me as a soft uwu boy.” Marc worried. “I know I'm pretty anxious, but I can be confident sometimes!” Nathaniel nodded and snuggled him. “I know, babe. Lord knows what assumptions people are gonna make about me after this airs. I guess we just have to hope for the best, Marcy. I love you so much.” Nathaniel said, nuzzling his face in Marc’s neck, causing the writer to giggle.

“I love you too, Nathie. Wanna go make out in front of Thomas?” Marc asked, with a sly grin on his face. Nathaniel nodded eagerly.

“You read my mind!”

So after awhile, here it is! The next in the “Talking with Thomas” series. I couldn’t have gotten this done without the help of Weeby, who assisted with the dialogue. I’ll be answering an ask for them soon, a fanon Talking with Thomas, which serves as what may have happened in canon if their OC was written into the show. I’m still in the process of editing it, but it’ll be out soon, hopefully. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask, and tell me in detail what you thought of this, and your issues with the episode. In my opinion, Canon NathMarc is trash, while Fanon NathMarc is superior. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[vera-king-hrfl]

I'll prove it, @crowwolf 😁

Heat of the Night part 5

CW: hugging, hand-holding, kissing, and a single self-applied instance of the F word.

Cal arrives at the bluff a few minutes early this time, but Ryldinn is already there waiting, sitting in the grass with his knees up, looking out to sea from behind his big dark sunglasses, not seeming to notice the arrival. Cal approaches from behind, quietly, a cheeky impulse causing him to wonder if he could sneak up on the little man. 

"Not on your best day, beautiful." Ryldinn turns, grinning, and Cal huffs good-naturedly.

"You knew it was me?"

The drow stands and comes to Cal, holding out his hand. "Mm. I can hear you from much further than that. And I can smell you. Can’t see very well in this light, but yes, I knew." Cal takes the offered hand and looks the man over for a minute. Little cut-off shorts, colorful sleeveless cropped shirt, sandals. He can't help but linger on the marvelous legs and the enticing peek of hard stomach, suddenly feeling a bit too warm in his own baggy shorts and plain grey t-shirt. 

"Gods, you’re sexy... I mean... sorry, I... um. Yeah." Cal stammers, trying to quit staring with limited success. 

Ryldinn’s giggle sends a delightful tingle through the tiefling. "That’s alright; I like when you look at me that way. I don’t dress like this for everyone, you know. Would you like to walk for a bit?"

"I'd love to. I can't stay as long as I would like tonight; the shop needs me tomorrow, but I wanted to see you."

The elf doesn't release his hand, but starts walking with him holding it, and Cal marvels again at the beauty and apparent sweetness of the petite man, the slender fingers in his as they wander along the bluff. Ryldinn is silent for a while, seeming comfortable just being with Cal, and his obvious pleasure in Cal’s company makes him a little braver. "Do you mind if I ask you some things about yourself? I was curious..."

"Of course not. You can ask me whatever you want."

"Um, I guess I didn't want to pry... You said you can't see very well. Is that just in the sun?"

Ryldinn nods. "Where I'm from there is no sun. No moon or stars. I saw them for the first time when I... arrived here."

Cal hears the brief hesitation, but continues anyway, wanting to know this man more intimately. "So you are from the Underdark?" Another nod. "How long have you been here?"

"Almost twenty years now, but my daylight vision never improved much."

Cal stops him, surprised. "Oh... well, that's..." He chuckles. "I'm sorry, I know you're an elf, but that just took me by surprise. I'm twenty three years old. I guess you're a bit older than me."

Ryldinn laughs softly. "A bit, yes. Does that bother you? Because I don't mind."

Cal considers, starting to walk again, wanting to be honest. "Hm. I suppose it doesn't, actually. I mean, does that matter if we like each other?"

"I don't think so. You don't seem to be bothered what I am; why should your age concern me?"

"What you are? What do you mean?"

Ryldinn takes a moment this time, thinking. "Well, I suppose my being a fag is alright with you, considering what we're doing. It's a little nerve-wracking being someone's first foray into something like this, but you don't strike me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy?"

"Sometimes there are guys who come around the club, not actually gay, but wanting to experiment with more effeminate men. Or they come with their friends as a dare or a bet or something. It's irritating, but we can usually spot them pretty quickly. I also meant because I'm drow though. There's almost as much stigma around that."

Cal grins. "Oh, trust me; there’s plenty around tieflings as well. I'm used to being judged for what I look like. Not everyone has horns and a tail."

"Well, I'm glad you do. I like them." He looks up at Cal. "Your eyes are incredible as well. Beautiful."

The tiefling blushes, smiling shyly. "That’s good." He can't think of anything else to say for a few minutes, so they turn to watch the setting sun, Cal daring to slip an arm around Ryldinn’s back, trying not to be too obvious in his desire to touch the man. But Ryldinn accepts the little embrace and leans against him a bit, so Cal just closes his eyes, letting everything but the feel of the sweet firm body dissolve for the moment. 

After the last blaze of farewell, Ryldinn removes his glasses and slips them through a belt loop on his shorts as they start walking again. Cal pushes his own glasses higher up his nose and eventually drums up the courage to ask more questions. 

"So what do you do for fun?"

"Oh, not much. I go to the club sometimes, to listen to the music. I like to read, put puzzles together." 

"Do you play any sports or anything like that? Forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice that you're in incredible shape." 

"Oh, that. I also like to dance and I do yoga sometimes. Not religiously; honestly most of this is genetic."

Cal chuckles. "Lucky. I'm always fighting with some extra weight I don't need. But I think that's genetic too."

"You mean this?" Ryldinn reaches out, boldly, and runs his hand across Cal's soft belly, and for once, the tiefling resists the urge to suck it in. "I wouldn't worry about it, Cal. Unless it really bothers you, I... I like the way you're built. It's part of the reason you caught my eye in the club that night. You were just sitting there alone looking like you wanted to fold in on yourself... you were so adorable I couldn't help but be drawn to you. Most guys are much more assertive, making what they want very clear. It's nice to have a conversation, and feel like we have a connection."

Cal stops walking again and turns, pulling Ryldinn in for a hug, which is accepted without hesitation, and speaks into his hair. "Well, if you're happy with how I look, I guess that's good. And... well, yeah. A connection is what I want. I'm not really interested in casual hookups or anything like that. I want a friend first." He pulls back again and looks down at the pretty man. "I mean, one of the guys said that almost everyone there has tried to get with you. I suppose I'm really flattered that you gave me a shot."

Ryldinn nods and leans his head on Cal's broad chest. "Yes, that happens, but it's alright, I'm good at soft rejection. Now what about you? What do you do in your spare time?"

Cal strokes the silky hair, enjoying the closeness. "Oh, well, I play rugby on weekends, and I like to draw. I'm not very good at it, but it's fun. Kinda relaxing."

"I am certain you are better than you think. You seem a bit self-critical, if that's not going too far. What sorts of things do you draw?"

"No, you're probably right. My sister says I lack self-confidence. But anyway, hm. I draw people, mostly. I've been trying to get better at anatomy. It's a challenge to get the muscles to flow correctly in different body positions, and the way the light hits..." Cal blushes, remembering how Lia had teased him about his latest artistic inspiration, then takes the drow’s hand again and starts leading them back toward the city. 

"I would love to see your art, when you are comfortable showing it to me, or come to one of your games." 

Cal chuckles. "I don't know if you'll like it. It's just a bunch of sweaty men wrestling over a ball and talking nonsense." Plus, imagining Ryldinn in the stands while he tries to concentrate on a play... 'But sure, I'll let you know when we play again. We have night games too, if that's more comfortable for you."

"Ugh, sweaty men. That sounds awful." Cal hears the smirk in Ryldinn’s voice and looks down to see that the drow is wearing a cheeky grin. Cal chuckles and squeezes the little dark hand, which presses back warmly. He smiles back for a moment, then sighs.

"I guess I should get going. Work in the morning. But this was really nice. I... I really like spending time with you, Ryldinn." Cal turns to face the drow, stepping a little closer, trying to work up the courage. 

Ryldinn is smiling up at him, the moon reflecting in his beautiful eyes. "I like it too, Cal. You're different than... I've never met anyone like you before. You will call me soon?"

"Of course I will. And I've never met anyone like you either." He searches Ryldinn’s face, but the dark elf gives little away. "Ryldinn..." He hesitates, then takes his glasses off and swallows. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

The red eyes widen a little, but the answer is almost immediate. "Yes. Please."

Cal breathes a soft sigh of relief and gently pulls the petite man closer. He seems as hesitant as Cal, if that were possible, but slides a soft hand up the tiefling’s arm to his shoulder while Cal places his own broad palm on the taut waist. He brushes Ryldinn’s hair back with his other hand and slips his fingers into the silky strands, tilting his head back, stretching the moment. The arresting liquid gaze, the moist, slightly parted lips. Careful. Don't fuck this up. 

The sound Ryldinn makes when Cal's full lips touch his is magical. A tiny little inhale followed by an even softer noise, almost a whimper, and Cal can't help but tighten his grip minutely. Their mouths meet, press, slide together, and Ryldinn puts his other arm around Cal's neck and pulls himself up into the sweet little embrace. Cal wants desperately to deepen the kiss, to pull Ryldinn hard against him, lift him, cup his enticing, perfect ass. Not yet. Control yourself. So he contents himself with letting his hand move between the hem of Ryldinn’s shirt and the waistband of his shorts, splaying his fingers along the silken valley of the dark elf's spine. 

Ryldinn shivers at the feel of the big warm hand caressing the bare skin of his lower back. He’d expected something rougher, more demanding. A tighter embrace, maybe groping. At the very least he expected tongue. But Cal doesn’t do that, nor does he invite it. He keeps his lips parted just enough to make the kiss comfortably intimate, without any expectations, and by the time he eases away and touches his forehead carefully to Ryldinn’s, it's the drow who's left trembling and wanting more. But he accepts the young tiefling’s lead, and just smiles into the hug that follows. Cal's strong warm body feels wonderful against him, and though he pulls away again too soon for Ryldinn’s liking, the drow feels very satisfied with how the night had gone. Then the handsome young man ups the ante.

"Thank you, Ryldinn. That was... I don’t even know. You're amazing. I can hardly wait to see you again." He's smiling, showing his white fangs, and it's all the striken elf can do not to pull him down again, to taste those sharp teeth, to climb Cal like a tree and offer himself right then and there. The tiefling gives him one more little peck, on the corner of his mouth, and Ryldinn bites his lip for a second before answering. 

"I feel the same. Soon, alright?" Cal nods, grinning, making Ryldinn do the same. "Alright. Goodnight, Cal."

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

I commission you to write some flirty bestfriend fluff with Shay and Gabby, and make it 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 damn it

Shay arrived that morning, walking onto the apparatus floor, nodding a “hi” to everyone there. The firemen from the shift before were talking with Casey, giving him the run-down on some of the things they had seen that shift, which seemed off. Shay walked through and into the locker room, smiling at Gabby as they both stood at their lockers. “Hey girl.”

“Hey,” Gabby replied, smiling and looking at her. “How are things?”

“Pretty good,” she said, nodding. “I had this amazing girl over this weekend – she was a bombshell, as Kelly put it. I’m inclined to agree, but she was even better in bed.”

Gabby laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” Shay replied. “So good that I won’t even tell Kelly about it. I mean, this girl blew my mind. We went seven rounds.”

“Seven?!” Gabby laughed again, closing her locker and walking over to Leslie, leaning against the locker and lowering her voice. “Damn, my record is only five.”

“With Casey?” Shay whispered, throwing her a knowing look.

“With Jay Halstead,” Gabby whispered back, patting her on the back as the guys started trickling in, Gabby leaving to make sure the ambo was stocked for the shift.

Shay laughed, finishing up at her locker and following her. “Gabriela! Scandalous.”

“What can I say?” she replied, shrugging, a smile pulling at her lips. “I’ve got the touch that makes a man go wild.”

“Or woman, I’m sure,” Leslie said, winking as they opened up the back of the ambo. “If you were ever gay, I’m sure it would be a wild time.”

“Maybe we should try it sometime,” Gabby teased. “Show me how to pleasure a woman.”

Brian walked by the ambo on his way to the locker room, hearing the tail end of that, then walking faster, shaking his head.

Laslie laughed. “It’s just… what you’d do to yourself, but on another person. Women are insanely easy to please if you know how. Who knows better than a woman? That’s why men have so much trouble. They only think about themselves.”

“Hear, hear,” Gabby replied.

[beamergirll11]

I’m Not Yours

Synopsis:

You and Monty have been hooking up secretly but he is still in denial about his sexuality. A party at Bryce’s you find yourself in the arms of another man. Your openly gay and your family is very influential so no one really cares but Monty sure does.

Pairing: Toxic? M Reader x Monty

Warnings: violence, beat downs, Monty being Monty

A/N: Bryce is in the fanfic not trying to glorify him

You had been out of the closet for the past two years. At first you did have some trouble but when your rich and your daddy owns parts of Crestmont people tend to bow. It was a late Saturday night at Bryce’s and of course he was throwing a party. Everyone was drinking and pretty rowdy, Despite some of the people’s disdain for Bryce they showed up because of free booze and drugs.

That night something different happened, You usually found yourself prowling on dating sites or hitting up Monty when you had that itch that needed to be scratched. However tonight you had met a handsome young man blond hair the works. He was charming and in a mere hour he had his tongue down your throat.

No one gave you shit because of who you were, Bryce on several occasions even managed to find a few guys for you to play with. You were single and ready to mingle nothing serious because you hadn’t found the right guy and hell you were young.

Your face was practically being devoured by this guy whose name you didn’t even know. However he smelt like sandalwood and he tasted like cigarettes for some reason this was intoxicating to you. When he finally let you go the look in his eyes told you what was next and you would have happily gave in if it wasn’t for Monty…

Over the guy’s shoulder you saw Monty staring at you menacingly. At that moment you knew there was no way tonight was going to go the way you wanted it to. The guy began to pull you towards Bryce’s house, Obviously ready to take you to pound town. You couldn’t help but smile knowing you were going to get what you wanted what you craved.

However your hands were forced apart by Monty and suddenly he was between you both. Once your eyes met his you sighed and with only your expressions you begged him not be an…asshole for once. This didn’t work and what made it worse was the guy thought he could take Monty on. Once the guy placed his hand on Monty’s shoulder that was it, Monty had him on the ground beating him.

Blood flew each hit purposely meeting his face, You went towards him but as Bryce rushed over he managed to tackle him with the others. As they held Monty down the guy got up on all fours spitting out teeth mixed with bright red blood. In that moment you bent over trying to comfort him but he shoved you away.

When Monty saw this he seemed to get some fucking boost like a video game character because now he was back on feet trying to get to him. You rolled your eyes irritated and made your way to some others trying to distant yourself from the situation.

After the party ended Bryce was handing out 100s to the guy you had almost been dicked down by if it wasn’t for Monty. You watched from afar with frustration as you took a drink from your rum bottle. Tonight you would most likely either needed to be driven home or you would take Bryce’s sofa or guesthouse.

As you began to take another drink you groaned as you saw Monty approach you. You began to walk away but he stopped you his voice almost pleading, “No wait…”

You wanted to walk away but for some reason Monty always got to you.

“What? Monty haven’t you done enough?”

“I don’t know why I did what I did…” he said apologetically.

“What am I to you?” You demanded to know as your brows furrowed.

“It’s complicated Y/N.”

“No it’s not…Monty you’re a fucking coward…either be who you are or leave me alone.” You snarled.

“You…you don’t mean that.” He said shaking head.

“Yes I do…I’m not yours Monty.” You said watching him as he glared at the ground.

“I know who I am…I accept myself and I don’t give a fuck who doesn’t.” You said your voice slightly cracking.

Damn you hated how he could make you emotional, Monty looked up at you sympathetically and regardless of his actions you knew he cared maybe even more than just cared.

“Don’t cry…” was all Monty could muster.

“Monty we can’t see each other anymore.” You said watching his eyes widen and his shoulders go slack.

“Don’t do this…” He pleaded.

“Then right here right now tell everyone who you are.”

“…I can’t.” He said avoiding eye contact as if he was ashamed. You sighed completely over the situation, You had feelings for Monty. However he wasn’t brave enough to be himself, Terrified of the judgement harassment he would get. His dad would most likely disown him, everyone knew his dad was a piece of shit.

“Monty…I can fuck or be with whoever I want.” You said despite feeling guilt.

Monty seemed angry but in despair at the same time, His temper threatened to make him have another outburst but somehow he held it down. With a glare he turned heel shoving past Bryce and the others. They all looked at each other confused except Bryce who knew who Monty really was.

Bryce simply shot you a look and then changed the subject for everyone. As Monty left Bryce got everyone inside to check out the arcade room being built. As you walked inside you turned slightly seeing Monty in the distance by his car giving you one last glance. You shook off the feelings as you turned back heading inside before hearing him speed off…

[buckysdogboy]

Stucky Fanfic Moment!

Stucky 70s AU - YMCA

Summary: Bucky gets left in a gay bar after work one day, and is left wanting more. He comes back and meets a less than charming guy, and can't seem to leave him alone. The first chapter doesn't include Steve, but he will be in the next!

Includes some original characters, and you can also read this on my AO3!

Chapter 1:

Bucky doesn’t usually find himself in places like this. Run down bars in back alleys, without any signage leading the way. He’d gotten here by following one of his new buddies from work, and when he went inside, he soon found himself to be alone, his buddy running off because he realized he needed to get home sooner than he thought.

Looking around, he realizes he’s never seen so many people like him before, and he can feel his throat tightening. Isn’t this wrong? He thought, but he can’t help himself from going up to the bartender at the front. He has a face full of makeup on, and piercing blue eyes.

“What can I get you? I haven’t seen you around here before"

“Oh, um, just a beer please, thanks” he says, pulling out his wallet. He looks around, and he sees men sitting with one another, holding each other in ways that would get them beat anywhere else. Once Bucky gets his drink, he sits at an empty table, trying not to have a panic attack. He is in awe of all the people doing as they please, but it feels unsafe, like if he were to be seen by anyone, then his whole world would crash down.

He’s so lost in his head, he doesn’t even realize when someone sits across from him.

“Hey there pretty boy, what’s brought you here tonight?” a smooth, sweet voice asks him. Startled, Bucky looks up and sees a man(?) looking back at him. He has tousled brown hair, and big, welcoming brown eyes.

“I- I’m just here for a drink” Bucky fumbles, taking a sip of his beer as he tries to keep his composure. The man across from him smiles gently.

“No need to be nervous pumpkin, I know the first time at a fag bar can be scary, but nobody’s gonna hurt’cha” The man takes a sip of his own drink, while giving him an assuring smile. “So, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

“James- but most people call me Bucky”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Winter, but you can call me whenever you like” He chuckles, and waves it off a little bit “I’m kidding, but it’s nice to meet you”

Bucky chuckles awkwardly, as a blush creeps up his neck. He’s been flirted with, but never by another man.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too” His voice is gruff as he swipes his hair out of his face. He wishes Sam was here, he’s better at all this, a smooth talker who could get himself out of anything. Why did he have to leave me here? Goddammit…

Realizing he’s zoned out, he quickly snaps back to reality, which isn’t hard considering the music thumping through the room. He looks to the man across from him, Winter.

“So, do you come here often?” He feels himself cringe at the question. He really is helpless in this situation. Instead of averting his gaze, he decides to look over his company. The punk attire is a bit jarring for Bucky. He’s used to button ups and jeans, not smeared eyeliner and handmade spiked jackets. What’s most intimidating is the black leather color wrapped snugly around Winter’s neck.

“Yeah, I live nearby, so I come around when I’m bored. Plus, my boy toy likes this place, he loves the French fries” He leans back in his chair, his calm composure remaining. Bucky felt his heart pound. Boy toy? Like, a boyfriend?

“Boy… toy…?” Confusion is evident, his hunched over posture and furrowed brows aren’t helping his scared demeanor. Winter lets out a chuckle, a warm smile on his face.

“My boyfriend, Wolf, he’s over there,” He gestures over his shoulder to the androgynous guy sitting on a bar stool looking over at the two of them, sipping a soda while chowing down on some fries. Seeing Winter gesture, he waves. He’s dressed in similar attire, but he has a leash-like chain attached to his belt. Bucky waves back nervously, his mind still unsure if this is real or not. Why was he left here? God, he should’ve just asked to use the phone so he could get a ride. But he’s stuck now, whether it be willing or not, and he feels like he should stay. I mean, he’s already having a conversation, so it’d be rude to just leave, right? Once again, he’s trapped by social pleasantries.

 “Hey, Bucky, you alright? I know it’s hard to get used to, but don’t worry, most people are just here to have some community. Well, some people here to find hookups, but other than that, it’s mainly for community, and, well, drinking” 

He keeps looking around, feeling that if he sees someone he knows, then his life will be over.

“Hey, you’ll be alright, nobody’s gonna snitch on ya, if they’re in a gay bar, they’ll ignore that you’re here too, alright? Now, how about I tell you about myself, then you’ll know that I’m not gonna hurt’cha” Winter smiles at him, trying to ease his worries  “I live upstairs in the apartments, and I have some friends that you might be interested in meeting. They’re sweet. And if you’re here to find a date or a hookup, I’d be more than happy to be your wingman”

“Oh, I’m not here for that. One of my buddies brought me, but he had to leave, so I just figured that I’d get a drink while I was here” Bucky say, finally warming up a bit. He didn’t feel like he was trapped anymore, the way that Winter was opening up to him, he felt like he was talking to an old friend. “Um, but I wouldn’t mind meeting people I guess”

“Great! So for future reference, which way do you swing, pretty boy?”

Bucky couldn’t help the panic rising in his throat. He knows that this is a safe place, or at least seems to be, but he can’t help but pause before answering. He’s known the answer to this question since he was a kid, but he’d never said it aloud. I mean, if he didn’t say it, it wasn’t true, right? It’s easier to ignore what you feel if you never truly solidify those feelings into words. Winter can sense the mental battle going on in his head, knowing many people who go through the same thing at one point or another.

Realizing he’s just paused, Bucky clears his throat, trying to alleviate the tightness consuming him.

“I guess, I swing for both…” Running a hand through his hair, he gives Winter a sheepish smile.

“Oh, me too, pretty boy, and don’t worry, There’s a large pond to pick from” He crosses his legs, his black boots clinking as their chains move. “Though, I’d suggest double-checking with me or Wolf if you’re gonna go home with someone, there are some people who are much less than tasteful that come around. Don’t want’cha getting all beat up, especially if it’s your first time around the block”

Bucky nods along, grateful for the offer.

“I’m probably not gonna be going home with anyone, thanks though, I’m just- I’m just trying to make it through the night…” He chuckles, running a nervous hand through his hair. He takes a sip of his beer, watching Winter. He has a soft look to him, which contrasts all the spikes that adorn him. Bucky’s glad that he came over, because otherwise, he’d be completely lost. “My buddy Sam ran off earlier, I guess he found someone for the night” 

“Yeah… that happens pretty often, but that really sucks” Winter gives him a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad you stayed though, it’s nice to meet someone new every once in a while”

The two continue to chat until eventually Wolf comes over to get Winter 

“Hey, it’s late, let’s go home” Placing a hand on his shoulder, Wolf pulls his attention away from Bucky.

“Oh, alright” Winter smiles before turning back to Bucky. “Hey, I gotta go, but it was great meeting you! You should come back sometime, I think some of my friends would want to meet you” 

Nodding, Bucky contemplates the offer. He did have a good time tonight, despite Sam deserting him the first chance he got, and he just feels comfortable. He smiles at the couple, a warm feeling at the thought of coming back.

“Yeah, I think I will”

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[dangraccoon]

Sweet Like Candy

Wrecker x GN!Reader

Summary: Wrecker is absolutely enamored with you as the attendant of the Mantell Mix he and Omega frequent. The only problem is that the two of you don’t speak the same language.

Warnings: none! Just some fluffy Wrecker!

Author’s Note: listen I have a lot of trouble seeing Wrecker as anything but friend-shaped but here ya Wrecker lovers go 🤟💛

It was well established among the squad that Wrecker had a sweet tooth. Any kind of sugary snack, dessert, sweet treat - he was all over it. None of his brothers really cared for things like that, and when Omega came into the picture with a taste for sugar to rival his own, that’s when the traditional post-mission Mantell Mix trip began. 

Like clockwork a pair of regular customers would show up at your Mantell Mix stand. You had a lot of trouble figuring out just how they knew each other; at first you’d assumed they were father and child, but watching them together, you’d almost think the relationship was more fraternal than anything. 

The duo would always get the original mix, but the little one liked to go over all of the options available to her. While she pondered the choices, the large man she came with would try to talk to you. Try being the operative word; most of his attempts didn’t make much sense to you, and you were fairly certain he was speaking another language altogether. 

You usually just smiled through it until the girl ultimately decided to stick with the original mix. Serving them their Mantell Mix and sending the bill to Cid Scaleback, you waved as they walked away, the girl chattering happily and the man turning to look back over his hulking shoulder.

Wrecker was pretty sure the pretty Mantell Mix merchant was mute or maybe deaf. They never said anything, just smiled at him. Not that he wasn’t happy with just that, he was overjoyed every time they smiled at him. 

Now, Tech definitely does not like Mantell Mix. He appreciates the tradition Wrecker and Omega have established, but wasn’t sure why Wrecker always looked a little more flushed when they returned. 

He wasn’t sure why, at least until Wrecker begged him to come along after their latest mission. As they approached the stand, you quirked an eyebrow up, inspecting the newcomer. 

Tech could see why Wrecker was always a little different, emotionally, at least, after they visited the stand, but he still wasn’t sure why Wrecker had pleaded for his presence. 

“Wrecker, why am I here?” Tech asked quietly, pulling Wrecker aside while Omega looked over the different variations. 

“Look at ‘em, Tech! I need you to help me talk to them,” he begged. 

“Can’t you just talk with them? Or if you really cannot, have Omega speak to them.”

Wrecker groaned. “I think they’re deaf and I suck at sign language but you’re really good at it!”

Tech sighed, but returned to you, and you smiled sweetly. 

“What is it you’d like to say, Wrecker?”

“Ner gai cuyir Wrecker. Ni mirdir gar cuyir mesh'la bal Ni copad at kar'taylir gar gai,” he said, almost reverently, never breaking eye contact with you. 

You smiled warmly at Wrecker, but Tech’s brow furrowed, turning to look at his brother like he’d sprouted an extra head. 

“Tech!” Wrecker whined. “Rejorhaa'ir val!”

Tech sighed again, far too tired for all of this. 

He cleared his throat. 

“I apologize for my brother,” he started. “In his emotional state triggered by your presence and appearance, he seems to have slipped into our other native language, Mando’a, instead of speaking to you in Galactic Basic. However, I will translate as he has asked me to, just not from Basic to sign language, as he previously believed you to be deaf.”

Wrecker sputtered and looked wide eyed between you and Tech, his face turning a bright red. 

“What he just said to you was ‘my name is Wrecker. I think you are beautiful and I want to know your name.’ When I did not begin to translate, he told me ‘Tech, tell them.’”

You felt a little blush spread across your face. You tell him your name, and the kid laughs. 

“I could’ve told you that, Wrecker! They have a name badge!”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Wrecker,” you say, the grin spread wide across your face as you hold your hand out. 

Tech pulls at Wrecker’s shoulder to whisper into his ear something in that other language, Mando’a that you can’t quite make out. 

Wrecker takes your hand, and instead of the handshake you were expecting he presses an extremely delicate kiss on your knuckles. 

“It’s good to meet you, too,” he whispers, finally in Basic. 

Tech takes Omega back to Cid’s and Wrecker stays the rest of your shift with you, a soft smile and dreamy look in his eyes, as his gaze never leaves yours.

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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