#i genuinely snorted. no shes just a lesbian
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Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.
i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg
PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol
When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.
“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”
Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.
“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere.
They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”
Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”
“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.
“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”
The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”
Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”
Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”
“Wait, what?”
“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”
Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”
“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”
“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”
Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”
“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”
“Ye- wait, what?”
“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”
Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”
Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”
“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”
Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.
“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”
And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.
“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”
Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”
Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.
“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”
That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.
“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”
“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”
“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”
Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”
And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.
Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.
The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.
“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.
Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”
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RAAAAAAHHHH WOMEN!!! Furina Content for the hungry masses, apologies that it's not longer. I was very inspired by a particular post and speedran this at like 4 in the morning.
Finally. Women in the Genshin Content tag. Let's Go Lesbians
usual disclaimer; safe-for-work tickling content ahead, very cute, very fluffy - also very vague 4.2 spoilers? but you wouldn't get it without context so it should be okay for the uninitiated o7
Being human comes with a lot of fun little quirks.
Furina loves being human.
Furina does not, however, quite enjoy the prideful appearance she's been forced to keep for so long – so it's very nice and refreshing to finally have more and more friends at her side to drop that guard around.
At least, it's certainly nicer for Clorinde to no longer be alone in suffering Furina's drama, because –
"Would y – eeEEeeh! Ahaha – help mehehe already…!"
Paimon shuffled awkwardly in the air, glancing towards the Champion Duellist.
"Should we, um, do something…?"
"No. Let it run its course… She'll be fine."
Lumine snorted softly, biting down her smile in an attempt to look as bemused as Clorinde when Paimon looked over haplessly. Before the three of them, taking advantage of their relative privacy and distance from society, was poor Lady Furina, her arms held above her head by Gentilhomme Usher – thus allowing Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta to pinch and prod at her torso, sending her into the undignified fit of giggles she was in now.
( very necessary A/N; the names of furina's staff are needlessly complicated even for a french speaker. sweet jesus. )
"Ahaha – y-you – yohohou are cruel! How c-cohould you fff – ahaha! – forsahake me this way?!"
"Lady Furina has a habit of, er…. Well, this," Clorinde explained poorly, nodding her head towards the scene with a tired look; "I gave up on actually helping after the first dozen repeat offenses."
The traveling pair nodded, exchanging a mildly amused look between themselves as Paimon took over replying for them both.
"Don't worry, we get it… We've got a few friends who are very similar, ehe…!"
Lumine nodded as well, turning her gaze back to Furina's song and dance. From the way her legs shook, it seemed like she'd collapse if Usher released her arms; and though she was flushed in the face, she also seemed genuinely happy…
It made the traveler's fingers itch, and she hummed, glancing towards her fairy friend.
"Hey, Paimon – since we're just waiting, why don't you and Clorinde scout up ahead? I'll stay here to keep her safe if anything creeps up on us."
"But…"
Paimon started to object, but shut her jaw with an audible click when their gazes met, her eyes widening with sudden understanding. Offering a more nervous smile, Paimon nodded quickly, whipping back to Clorinde.
"... R-right! Come on, miss Clorinde!"
"Right. Shout if you need help."
Almost grateful for the out, Clorinde marched up the path, Paimon hovering just beside her as she went. Lumine watched until they disappeared through a few trees before approaching the giddy Furina, waving her arms to shoo away her staff members.
"Alright, that's enough…"
"... Haah, ahah… ah –!"
Abruptly, they disappeared with a burst of bubbles, and, as predicted, Furina collapsed entirely, opting to commit entirely to the fall and flop back onto the grass, her hat rolling away when she landed.
"Ahh, ow… haah, you could've been faster with the save, you know…"
"Oh, please, you could've gotten yourself out of it anytime," Lumine giggled, crouching beside the Chief Justice and savouring the flustered glare her comment got.
"Y-yes, well! Perhaps I was testing your friendship – looking to see how fast you would save me if I was in dire straits!"
"Oh, you're testing something, alright…"
The traveler shifted, somehow managing to straddle Furina where she lay before she had a chance to react – though it was less than graceful, with how their skirts overlapped. Furina stared up at Lumine with shock, stammering wordlessly while the blonde traveler smiled, a mischievous glimmer in her eye.
"I've got a question for you, Lady Furina – in operas, how much do you enjoy twist villains?"
"... Oh," Furina squeaked finally, her cheeks red – though her next words made Lumine soften the act a bit; "I – I, um… You're really…?"
"Yeah. Unless you don't want me to?"
"N-no! I mean – yes? I – mngh…"
The verbal stumbling made Lumine laugh, and Furina huffed petulantly, squirming in place with a thoroughly flustered expression.
"Just… Stop when I say so, okay?!"
"Promise. I won't push it."
Furina hesitated, gauging Lumine's sincerity before letting out a soft breath and nodding – only to tense when the traveler dug her fingers into her sides, wasting no time to profit off of the okay.
"Now, let's see how loud you can really sing…"
"AahhaaaAAH – Wait wait wahahait –!"
As Clorinde and Paimon rounded the bend again, they were greeted with Lumine helping a very breathless-looking Furina to her feet, slinging an arm around her shoulders to support the wobbly-legged damsel with an amused look to their companions.
"Unfortunately, Madameoiselle Crabaletta did a number on her… I think we might have to give up on the rest of this trip."
Clorinde sighed haplessly, shaking her head; "It's alright… It wouldn't be the first time. Come on, let's get back to the city…"
"... Haah, haah… S-sorry, everyone…"
Paimon giggled, collecting Furina's hat from the ground as they began their trek homeward and trying it on her own head, giving Lumine a knowing side-eye.
"It's okay! Paimon had fun anyway! What about you, Traveler?"
"Yeah – lots of fun. We should do this again soon."
Lumine grinned, drumming her fingers against Furina's side where they rested just to make her flinch and giggle, leaning into the traveler a little harder and ducking down to hide a giddy smile.
Furina loves being human – especially now that she has proper friends to be human with.
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin tickles#furina#clorinde#lumine#paimon#lee!furina#ler!lumine#ler!tea party...????#oh my god. women.#trying to be the change i want to see in the genshin content tag#ive had ENOUGH of all your little gayboys and husbandos or whatever. what about the GIRLS#what about the CUTIE PIES#yeah neuvillette as a lee is cute or whatever but listen. arlecchino#uh huh uh huh wriothesley yeah yeah FURINA#ALSO NAVIA IS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!#coughs. anyway#my fic
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Cute hospital date shenanigans for the boys, and a brief shovel talk from Robin. 😊
Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 of the love spell no go au
They do have their hospital cafeteria date a few weeks later, and the food is as terrible as Steve promised. Or it looks terrible, anyway; Eddie sticks to jello. Eventually Steve gives up on the saddest attempt at a club sandwich either of them has ever seen (and Eddie has been privy to Wayne’s half-hearted bachelor attempts in the kitchen for years), gets back in line, and comes back with a tray full to capacity with more jello cups.
They attempt to treat them like jello shots until Eddie nearly busts a stitch laughing. Not quite, but It still hurts, and Steve keeps falling all over himself apologizing for the next half hour, but Eddie genuinely doesn’t care. It feels like he hasn’t been able to laugh like that in years, and before he’d grabbed his side and said “Ow” he thinks Steve looked more carefree than he’d seen him in… possibly ever. The existence of Upside Down had been weighing on him for years, and even though Eddie hadn’t known at the time he can tell that Steve holds himself differently now that it’s gone. In just the time Eddie has been awake, the dark smudges under his eyes have gotten lighter, less severe.
And, Robin tells him one of the rare occasions Steve isn’t at his bedside, the obsessive jogging and workout sessions have tapered off.
“Thank god,” Eddie groans, leaning theatrically back into his pillows as if in a swoon. “I don’t think my delicate constitution could handle it if he ever asked me to go for a run with him.” But really, he’s relieved that Steve isn’t pushing himself so hard, running himself ragged to prepare for a threat that has finally been put down for good.
Robin snorts. “Yeah, I think we can safely rule out that happening. He pestered Dustin into helping him find books on physical therapy at the library though, so I’m pretty sure you’re still in for it.”
“… Okay, that sounds ominous.”
“Doesn’t it just.” She leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly. “The dingus is very invested in making sure you heal up as best you can, and I think you know what happens when he sets his mind to something. You’re going to get well to within an inch of your life, mister, and if you ever bitch enough to make him truly upset or feel unwanted in any way, I will destroy your fretting hand. Got it?”
Eddie swallows hard. “Loud and clear, Bucks.”
“Good!” Robin sits back, switching easily from deeply threatening to relaxed and smirking. “Now that that’s out of the way, I can tease you for being just as much of a romantic as he is. A love spell, really?”
That’s when Steve returns from the bathroom, overhears, and groans. “Rob, I hadn’t told him I told you yet! You’re making me look like a jackass…”
“No no, I knew what I was getting into with you two,” Eddie says, recovering from the threat Steve had missed and flashing him a grin—because he does. Even before he was clued in on all the monster hunting stuff, he’s seen how close Steve and Robin have become since last summer. It makes even more sense now that he knows about the Russians (and that as a lesbian and a bisexual dude they’d bonded over a shared appreciation of boobies) but he already knew they tell each other everything and support each other relentlessly, even if it’s something dumb. Maybe especially if it’s something dumb.
And then he turns back to Robin with a gleam in his eye.
“By the way, Bucks, you might want to get used to the door swinging both ways, because I heard about the time you screwed up the laundry and crawled in his window before dawn on a school day looking like a pink marshmallow peep trying to steal some of his clothes.”
Robin whips her head around towards Steve. “You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”
“Why are both of you doing this to me?” Steve asks with a pout. “What did I do?”
“You’re a gossip, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him with a grin. “But we both still love you, don’t worry. Here, you want my pudding cup?”
“I thought that was the only part of the shitty hospital meals you actually like,” Steve protests, but gamely comes over (via the side of the bed opposite of Robin, who sticks her tongue out at him) and settles himself carefully on the edge of the bed at Eddie’s side.
“The meatloaf is marginally more edible than whatever that chicken casserole thing they usually serve. But we can share,” Eddie offers, and takes Steve’s pleased hum as his answer.
“You guys are going to give me a toothache,” Robin grumbles.
Steve lifts his head a little. “Shit, that reminds me. Help me remember later to call the dentist?” He’s looking at Robin, but quickly redirects his attention as soon as Eddie nudges the pudding spoon against his lips.
“Oh? What happened to Mr. Oh So Superior, ‘I never have to go to the dentist Robs, that whole summer eating ice cream and not one single cavity’?”
At the word ‘cavity,’ a tiny landslide of memory is triggered in the back of Eddie’s head and he clears his throat sheepishly. “Uh, that might’ve been me, actually. The not getting cavities after Scoops, and the, um, getting them again now.”
Steve pauses with his mouth full of a second spoonful, little traces of chocolate on his lips that Eddie is valiantly resisting licking right now. His “Mm-hmm?” sounds like it’s maybe meant to be a ‘Really?’
So Eddie explains some of his panicked spellcasting while Steve was missing beneath the mall. Steve and Robin keep exchanging these looks—”Was it to protect teeth or nails, Munson? Which one?” “Yeah, because I almost got a nail pulled off with Russian pliers, so maybe it was both” is a series of sentences that will haunt him for a long time—and by the time it’s over he’s promised to recast that spell for the entire Party. He declines to mention it’ll probably be a while before he has the energy for that and will leave him with a monster headache whenever he does, because they just saved the fucking world. And yeah, the government is flat out paying them not to tell anyone about it this time along with the usual NDAs, but they definitely deserve to exist free of dental expenses for the rest of their lives.
Also by the end of the conversation, Steve has absentmindedly finished off the pudding. Eddie doesn’t even mind, just chuckles and kisses Steve’s nose when he tries to apologize, because he’d wanted his boy to have it anyway.
Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth
Part 11
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WIP GAME SHOW ME THE LESBIANS
@merlyn-bane and Lasagna LESBIANS FOR BOTH OF YOU <3
Unfortunately I've put this one on the back burner lately so I don't have much written, but I do have the continuation of this snippet :)
“Who says she’s even into women?”
Rex coughs on a laugh and sputters, the sound seemingly ripped from her in shock. Cody just stares at her with narrowed eyes until she gathers herself, meeting Cody’s eyes with a look of genuine confusion.
“You’re serious?”
Cody huffs. “Yes?”
“Um. Are you stupid?”
Cody blinks before turning away, fighting the heat rising in her cheeks. “If you’re just going to mock me— ”
“I’m not, I swear— but Cody. Seriously? The woman with the butch haircut and the leather jacket, who almost exclusively hangs out with other queer people? You think she’s straight?”
Cody purses her lips. Perhaps Rex does have a point.
She sighs, and goes back to hammering. What’s really irritating her is that she knows Rex is right about the whole thing. She’s dated here and there, sure, as well as a few hookups from her short stint on Hinge, but nothing lasting.
It’s unlike her to be so fixated on a woman she’s never spoken a word to. She doesn’t even know her name, just that she’s unbearably handsome, rides a gorgeous motorbike, and frequents the cafe across from her shop.
It’s pathetic, really. And yet she can’t help but sneak another glance through the window beside her.
Cody’s timing is both terrible and perfect— the woman currently has her head thrown back in laughter, so joyous that she’s shaking with it, and Cody’s heart thuds loud in her ears.
Somehow, she manages to look away. She shakes her head, sets the hammer down, and stalks off towards the back office.
“Finish hanging up those prints,” she tells Rex as she walks past her, pointedly ignoring the way Rex laughs and snorts in response. Cody just knows if she keeps trying to hammer those nails herself while that woman is still sitting across the street, being so unfairly attractive by simply existing, she really is going to break her fucking thumb.
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Finders Keepers Ch 3. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)
Rating: Explicit 18+ (this specific chapter is PG tho)
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: McLaggen needs a date for Slughorn's party. It would be stupid to ask you, Alicia Spinnet's ex-girlfriend... right?
A/N: Smut is coming ONE DAY but just not today
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Chapter 3: Poster Girl
Harry Potter was a no-show once again at Slughorn’s dinner party and so Cormac McLaggen didn’t get the chance to grill him. As far as he was concerned, Potter was a decent enough seeker but he didn’t have the strategic mind to be Captain. Not in the way that he did. And if he couldn’t play on the team, McLaggen was determined to give Potter a helping hand with strategy - he wanted Gryffindor to win the cup as much as anyone else.
At the end of dinner, Slughorn announced that he was going to be hosting a Christmas party the day before school stopped for the holidays. McLaggen’s new concern, now taking precedence over Gryffindor’s upcoming game, was who he was going to bring.
“Oi, Belby!” McLaggen catches up with Marcus Belby in the corridor outside Slughorn’s office. “You’re, er, friends with the Ravenclaw Captain, right?”
Belby gives him a quizzical look. “Hardly.”
“You’re in the same house?”
“Yeah, but she’s not exactly approachable. Unless you’re into Quidditch or books… or punching things, probably.”
“But do you know if she’s…” McLaggen searches for what he’s getting at. “It’s just - I wouldn’t mind getting to know her on a first-name basis if you know what I mean?” He adds with a juvenile smirk.
“You’re not seriously thinking of asking her to Slughorn’s Christmas do, are you? Think you’re barking up the wrong tree there, mate.”
Oh. “You reckon?”
Belby snorts. “I mean, yeah, she’s fit but you know she was going out with Alicia?”
“She’s never gone out with any blokes in Ravenclaw?’
“McLaggen, she’s a keeper.” He stresses the last word like it’s synonymous with ‘lesbian’. “And I’ve heard she’s got a poster of Gwenog Jones above her bed.” Before McLaggen can consider this, Belbly leans in and adds quietly. “Look, take my advice. If you want to ask someone who likes a Quidditch player, you should ask her.” He nods at the back of Hermione Granger’s head as she disappears off towards Gryffindor Tower.
Nevertheless, McLaggen finds himself looking forward to double Potions the next day. Despite your hostile reputation, McLaggen and you have been having as much fun as two people can in the confines of a Potions classroom.
At the start and end of your lessons and in the spare moments when you stood together waiting for potions to brew, he enjoyed seeing your face light up animatedly as you reminisced about saves you’d made and he’d do the same, delighted to have someone who was genuinely interested in his play-by-plays, offering him your opinions and asking questions.
And, McLaggen thinks, watching you adjust your ponytail in concentration while you wait for your Hiccoughing Solution to boil over, it doesn’t hurt that you’re not bad to look at either.
“What?” you ask bluntly, noticing him staring at you.
Shit. He changes the subject.
“I just remembered I had meant to tell you Gwenog Jones was at Slughorn’s dinner a couple of weeks ago.”
“She- what!?” You throw your head back wistfully. “I am obsessed with her.” The agonised expression on your face twists a knot in his chest. He’s not sure if it’s a pang of desire or jealousy. Or both.
“Yeah, well, no guessing why you like her,” he says, thinking about what Belby said about the poster above your bed.
“Er, she’s a legendary beater and the Captain of the team I support? Of course, I like her.”
“Yeah, and she’s hot.” He raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, right, yeah. She is.” You say sharply and add the final dash of powdered silver to your cauldron with a throw that he deems is probably more aggressive than necessary. McLaggen quietly adds his powdered silver to his own potion, deciding to drop the subject. He’s keen to distance himself from your notoriously hot temper.
You both wait silently as Slughorn does his rounds, giving both you and McLaggen glowing praise before dismissing the class. It seems to have put you in a better mood because you start talking about your plans to train with the Ravenclaw team tomorrow night as you tidy up your things.
“I’m gonna stay late afterwards and do some drills if you want to get some keeper practice in too?” you ask tentatively.
“Not worried about me spying on your technique?”
“Maybe if you weren’t the reserve keeper.”
You’re teasing him. And he doesn’t know why but he really, really likes it.
It’s unorthodox, to say the least, for players in opposing teams to train with each other. A small part of him wonders, or maybe even hopes that you’re trying to find an excuse to spend more time with him.
You grin at him, waiting for his usual cocky retort and slip your hair free from your ponytail, shaking your head. The swish of your hair sends the scent of coconut his way, and the fragrance reminds him dimly of your first Potions lesson together.
“Listen,” says McLaggen, deciding against best judgement and holding you back as the rest of the class leaves the room. “I think Gwenog is coming to Slughorn’s Christmas party.”
“Don’t rub it in, McLaggen.”
“Well, we can bring someone and I, er…” he clears his throat. “I was wondering if you wanted to come?”
He watches for your reaction - it’s obvious you hadn’t expected this. “To Slughorn’s party? Together?”
“I mean-” he blusters on. “- I thought you might want to come and meet her?”
“It’s just y’know Slughorn’s club… the principle of it.”
“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” he adds quickly. “But it would be more bearable if you were there.”
“Alright then.” You duck under the table to look for your bookbag before he can read your expression. “I’ll go with you. And meet Gwenog, I mean,” you add hastily.
“Excellent,” he says, retrieving your bag from the chair where you’d left it. You throw it over your shoulder and he walks behind you watching the way you move as you walk, following you out of the dungeon. “See you at the pitch tomorrow night.”
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When you catch up with Marietta and Cho at the top of the stairs, you have to shush them urgently as they start squealing with glee after hearing about your conversation with McLaggen.
“Oh don’t worry- he can’t hear us!” says Cho and sure enough, he’s out of sight. “This is so exciting!”
“Do you even have a dress?” asks Marietta, which annoys you, mostly because she’s right in her assumption. “Oh! You should find out what he’s wearing so you can match!”
“I’m gonna have to stop you there, Edgecombe.” You gesture like you’re being sick. “I am not wearing something matching McLaggen. Back in a sec.”
They wait for you outside the girl’s bathroom, discussing this latest news. You pause as you’re about to come out of your cubicle when you overhear the unmistakable sound of crying and a dreamy sort of voice that you think you’ve heard before in the Ravenclaw common room. You peer through the crack in the door to see Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger huddled by the sinks.
Hermione is drying her eyes with paper towels. “He’s been horrid to me ever since he started going out with Lavender.”
“Yes… he can be very unkind,” Luna says evenly.
“And I asked him to Slughorn’s party. I feel so stupid. I don’t even want to go. I just thought it would be nice if the two of us… oh, never mind.” She blows on her tissue loudly.
You stay silent. You’re no good at consoling people. And even if you were, comforting Hermione would be tantamount to betraying Cho and Marietta.
“There, there.” Luna pats her on the back. “You deserve to go to the party with someone better than Ron.”
“Yes, I suppose-” She pauses in thought. “Yes... Someone better… Ron would hate that.”
They both make their way out of the bathroom and you can breathe again. You wait a few moments before joining Cho and Marietta in the corridor.
“Did you see that?” you ask, and then fill them in on what you just heard.
“She deserves it,” says Marietta, bringing her hand up to touch her scarred face. “But since when did you care about gossip?”
“Don’t you see? That explains McLaggen getting confunded at tryouts-”
“Oh no, not Quidditch again,” sighs Marietta.
“No, listen! Granger fancies Weasley so she confunded McLaggen, making him miss the last penalty.” They exchange looks. “What? It makes sense!”
Cho links your arm. “You need to just admit that McLaggen had an off-day at tryouts and let it go.”
“No, don’t discourage her,” says Marietta, linking your other arm. “I like this side of you. Boys… gossiping… Now, wait until you hear about what Zacharias Smith said about Ginny Weasley.” You roll your eyes. “C’mon! It’s actually about Quidditch!”
You groan, letting them lead you down the corridor to Transfiguration.
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Later that night in the library, McLaggen and a couple of the other seventh-years are comparing Ancient Runes essays.
“Leanne,” says Hermione Granger, approaching the trio from behind a bookshelf. “How’s Katie doing?”
McLaggen and Eddie Carmichael look at Leanne solemnly. They know all about Katie Bell’s incident with a cursed necklace in Hogsmeade. For the past week or so it had been all anyone had been able to talk about.
“Still in St Mungo’s but she’s awake at least,” explains Leanne. “She’s still not well enough to talk about who gave her the necklace yet though.”
Hermione nods. “If you speak to her, tell her Harry, Ron and I are thinking about her, please.”
Leanne nods and they go back to their essays but Hermione lingers for a second.
“Cormac?” she asks gingerly. “Do you have a second?”
McLaggen locks eyes with Eddie who looks up from his Ancient Runes essay interestedly. He abandons his quill and follows Hermione away from the group between two rows of books.
“Are you going to Slughorn’s party?” she asks.
“Yeah?”
Hermione pauses but when McLaggen doesn’t fill in the empty silence she continues. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go together?”
“Er,” he blinks in surprise. “I’ve already asked someone else.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you already had a date.”
“It’s, er, more like a friends sort of thing.”
“Pity,” says Hermione, taking a step towards him. “Well, let me know if anything comes up and you decide you’d like to go with someone else… as more than friends, I mean.” She squeezes his arm as she brushes past him and out of the library.
McLaggen stays rooted to the spot for a few seconds and blinks a few times before shaking his head and returning to the rest of the group with a bit more swagger than before.
“What was that all about, mate?” asks Eddie.
“Just breaking hearts left, right and centre,” McLaggen relaxes back in his chair, hands behind his head and recounting his conversations with you and Hermione.
“Hm…” Leanne gives McLaggen a knowing sort of look. “So you’re going as friends?”
“I’m just being a good wingman,” he says, a lot more breezily than he feels, and reorganises his parchment so he doesn’t catch Leanne’s eye.
Eddie laughs and slaps his back. “That makes more sense. Be a good lad and get her and Gwenog under the mistletoe.”
“Yeah, well I doubt she’ll need it,” agrees McLaggen, ignoring the empty pit in his stomach. “Gwen would be mad not to fall for her.”
Chapter 4: The Invitation
#freddie stroma#harry potter fanfic#harry potter#hp fanfcition#hp fanfic#cormac mclaggen#mormac mclaggen x reader#harry potter fanfiction#hp fic#hp fanfiction#harry potter and the half blood prince#Cormac mclaggen x reader#cormac mclaggen x female reader#female reader
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Oh man, that fainting scene was PERFECT!! If my questions ever get to be a bother, don't hesitate to let me know; I'm just excited to find another Chloenette fan, and your thoughts are amazing to me.
What do you think of these ideas?
AU where Marinette finds the Butterfly and basically becomes an anarchist passing out powers and is convinced she's the hero, Chloe gets the Ladybug and is struggling not to crack under the pressure of being a hero and unknowingly becoming a good person.
AU where the only change to canon is that, at the start of Origins, Chloe and Marinette are dating... but Chloe's the exact same brat she is in canon. The two are genuinely in love, but tend to feed each other's bad habits; for a dash of irony, Adrien and Marinette end up rivals due to Adrien's concerns that Marinette is enabling Chloe, and Marinette thinks Adrien is trying to get between her and Chloe.
Pure, fluffy Crack Chloenette where Chloe goes full Karen and channels her inner Audrey at a fast food restaurant when they screw up Marinette's order. Everyone is afraid, except for Marinette, who is just reminded why she loves this girl.
Like, again, I hope I'm not being a bother, and if I ever get to be, please let me know.
sup
no not all. i actually enjoying answering asks about my ships hjsizjajskskw. thank you, I try my best to make my thoughts coherent.
first one, I'm guessing this is aged up or when they're adults. young Marinette doesn't seem like the type to do that let alone have resources and time for that. Marinette one her twenties just trying to help people while also juggling life and its challenges. she thinks she's doing everyone a favor but with power comes consequences and humans have always had greed. so sometimes it does more annoyances than helping.
Chloe is always on the spotlight, especially now that she's prepared to take over their business. she's still young , around 24-27, but her family is anything but unprepared. becoming ladybug at age 20 was the biggest shock of her life and biggest blessing. if Tikki wasn't here she would have already lost her mind and said 'fuck it, all of you suck' and became her mother 2.0
there's drama, there's sexual tension and 'oh god she's my enemy I shouldn't be blushing like a teenager!' they get paired up in work together in their civilian forms and sparks fly (literally lmao). but they can't. because how could they when they still had someone to capture? someone to keep an eye on and capture? how can they think of each other when they should be thinking of someone else (which is still them lmao silly lesbians).
second one reminds me of that one wenclair fic I read where they're not even remotely good but god their romance was epic and lovely. Marinette is actually the more dominant and initiative in their relationship but she's so much better at hiding it. It thrills Chloe whenever they go on their dates and escapades where they beat up people they don't like (which in their defense are mostly sexist, pedo, homophobes etc.) after obtaining their miraculous. i have to do a bit of Kwami swap and have the ladybug, bee and cat on the same tier. still ladybug and queen bee though and they're a trio.
Adrien is just worried for his friend but he wasn't there when Chloe had no one, when Marinette was cornered, when Chloe had beaten up a guy that was way too close, when Marinette had talked Audrey shit in the face after Chloe's 13 bday. He wasn't there, so of course he didn't understand. It doesn't stop him though. He tries to reach out to his childhood friend only to be stopped with a glare from Marinette. He glares back.
"I think he's interested in you," there's a pout to her voice and Chloe smiles. She reaches a hand to brush the hair that's fallen on Marinette's face, cupping her cheek, "Nonsense. He only sees me as a friend. My best guess is he's worried I'm corrupting you."
Amusement flashes into the girl's eyes, "You? But you're an absolute angel, my love."
Chloe snorts as Marinette wraps an arm around her, "Screw you."
"Gladly."
this one could be connected to the second one in terms of their relationship. Marinette is kind and shy and still a bit clumsy, but she's also more confident with her love and doesn't have much inhibitions whenever she wants to know something or gets things done. Especially when it's for Chloe.
She watches in amusement as Chloe chews them out, garnering eyes from anyone inside the store. She should stop her girlfriend, tell her it was only a mistake. But her girlfriend is so damn attractive right now and it fills her with butterflies that Chloe would make sure she was pampered even at the smallest of things.
She does the same of course. She wouldn't hesitate to manipulate or blackmail anyone that comes too close to her liking. So far Adrien hasn't crossed the line, but the idea of toying with him crossed her mind. She wouldn't do it because Chloe is his friend and she doesn't want Chloe upset at her.
After they're done in the restaurant she pulls her girlfriend to the side, smirking at the blushing blonde. "You looked absolutely beautiful there, mon amour."
And that's all. I've been thinking about slightly darker/grey Marinette in my fics but I have yet to find the perfect formula on how to execute her. She's fun though, I like playing with her obsessive characteristics. Also, it's never a bother to me regarding asks about my ships or anything in particular long as it's respectful when asked. Thank you for the asks! Lovely aus indeed.
#chlonette#chloenette#chloe bourgeois#marinette dupain cheng#asks#k7l4d4#they'd be such an iconi duo#the tension the drama the stolen glances#the rivalries and whispered sweet promised#they make me crazy in a way i am not complaining about#i answered this half asleep so some of em could be crack
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pomefiore headcanons and projections 🔱
⚠️ warnings: self destructive behavior, unsafe binding, restrictive eating disorders
big thank you to @onemunchyboi for helping me with this, basically all of these hcs are pulled directly from him/his art because hes the pomefiore CEO
last updated: apr 6, 2024
VIL SCHOENHEIT !! 👑❤🔥
🇩🇪🇺🇸🇮🇳 QUEER POLYAM + GENDERQUEER TRANSFEM (she/her)
APPEARANCE HCS:
i base a lot of vils looks off of marilyn monroe and 1920-1950 trends
slightly pudgy because back then being bigger was the beauty standard
has a few moles here and there teehee
medium length hair she doesn't style much, she just keeps it neat
RANDOM HCS:
when laughing genuinely she snorts and gets really embarrassed about it
random, but i hc vils mom is divorced and one of those "rich evil unwed women," but instead of flirting with the pool boy she flirts with maids (lesbian)
vil doesnt talk about her mom because she's no longer in contact with her
both parents are successful actors that got together for PR and convenience
╰ got mannerisms/habits from her mother, gets advice and doted on by her father
used to dye her hair a lot but realized it wasn't healthy and just touches up the purple tint occasionally now. she's a natural blonde.
he has naturally long nails and prefers clear or slightly translucent nail polish
extremely picky eater. if it looks or smells a certain way, she wont eat it
especially sensitive to mushy pudding-like textures (hates bananas)
VERY EXPRESSIVE. rolls her eyes so far back and scoffs SO aggressively
BPD, HPD, autism. her BPD and HPD are genetic!
her special interests include film and film history, as well as cosmetics history
triggering content below!
has anxiety and self-image issues as well as paranoid delusions. she had an ED her freshman-sophomore years and are still in recovery!
one delusion is that she's actually a villain due to her consistent casting as one
╰ this is why she gets aggressive with neige, fine with reality checks from rook EXCLUSIVELY (unless she really needs it)
ROOK HUNT !! 🏹💘
🇨🇦🇿🇦🇨🇮 PANSEXUAL POLYAM + AGENDER (they/them)
APPEARANCE HCS:
i think theyre extremely racially ambiguous, it's also hard to tell their gender
I DO NOT BELIEVE IN ROOK HUNT FUCKASS BOB. IT'S STYLED RIGHT.
bangs constantly cover their eyebrows so its hard to ever tell their expression
in the summer they get really dark and stay tan in the winter
theatre kid
after vil introduced them to dressing "neater," they've been obsessed with shopping for clothes, perfume, hair products, etc.
despite being a pomefiore rich kid they're still a grimy savanaclaw member at heart who crouches to look at cool bugs once and a while
used to have a LOT of acne, especially on their back and face
had braces their sophomore year, they used to have little buckteeth
because they're a hunter they're scarily good at being super quiet
atp no one notices when they enter a room and it scares the shit out of people
when they're upset they go quiet. absolute master of silent treatment.
can be really competitive (because they have so many siblings)
never lost the tan from their savanaclaw days, still has freckles here and there
absolutely insane preposterous eyebags
triggering content below!
they are bulimic.
EPEL FELMIER !! 🍎🎀
🇹🇷🇺🇸 BISEXUAL TRANS MAN (he/him)
APPEARANCE HCS:
fat + apple body shape and kinda muscular idc
the middle photo below is my faceclaim for him :3 his skin is darker tho
vil teases him for his southern accent which gets worse when hes upset
has/had extremely crooked teeth and has been wearing braces for a while
has a slight stutter and lisp (mostly from the braces)
constantly biting the side of his cheek or tongue on accident
wears those colorful star-shaped pimple patches
likes baggy clothes for when he can't bind, vil only accommodates to his southern grunge style when he's dysphoric, needs comfort, or is feeling homesick
used to chew with his mouth slightly open until vil looked at him with such disgust his body learned how to correct it himself
triggering content below!
extreme body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria
he actively avoids mirrors (i think im so clever for this hc. do you get it... snow white... mirror mirror on the wall...? im so fucking smart...)
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst headcanons#pomefiore#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#projecting#trans hc#pomefiore the transgenderest dorm ever#twsthc
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tagged by @mistyquigly and @lesbianlotties
rules: share some unpopular opinions about 5 different fandoms of your choosing
tagging @lesbianalicent @itsheliotrope @marlokelly @sameensass @ethanilsa @narraboths
okay Please do not read it if you might get angry or upset ok? pinky promise me rn
yellowjackets
everyone who follows me is pretty familiar with all my unpopular opinions i think? jeff is a shitty person AND a bad character, laura lee could have a fascinating corruption arc linking her faith to their cannibalistic rituals, i think lottielee is insanely toxic because they both enable each other in the worst ways even tho they genuinely do care about each other and have the best of intentions (which seems unpopular because lottielee is seen as this pure sweet little ship? which it is Not to me), jackie could Eat People you just lack imagination, mistytai is fun and compelling, shauna's pregnancy/motherhood s2 storyline was disappointing and retconning of her character. can't think of much else? um one thing i don't think i ever talked about outside of dms - although it's more of a fandom pet peeve than a show one but still - is that i Hate when people make all their munchausen by proxy jokes about misty. firstly because i have an intense aversion to that entire label like it's wild to me that there is a "disorder" that in order to have you have to abuse another person? be so fucking real with me right now. it's just an excuse used in courts to defend abusive parents and other legal guardians really. and secondly because that doesn't even fit misty. and it never did! like i KNOW people base those jokes on misty's behavior around ben in those like four episodes but we have a modern timeline in that very same season where misty snorts goddamn coke to stop nat from relapsing. like it just irritates me because it's such a boring take and such an unfunny joke and well the entire disorder is something i take issue with
person of interest
regardless of what you think about the plot of s5 due to the season being much shorter the pacing is really bad and it's so rushed none of it feels satisfying and earned and that goes for everything so whether i liked some specific direction they took a character or a plot or i hated it doesn't even matter. and this is i think not quite that unpopular but giving the machine root's voice was a terrible choice especially in a show that is so well known for making an AI character that has no distinctly human features. i think it's lazy and cheap
lucifer
mazikeen/eve is so bad SORRY i hated it so much it was so rushed and there was no built up. realistically if maze ended up with a woman it would be linda and their relationship was far more interesting and developed across seasons
the last of us
don't doxx me but i didn't like the gay old men episode it didn't make me feel much and i think it contributed to the show's overall bad pacing. i am a casual viewer and i have no idea what the fandom at large thinks but i didn't like it. i'd say more but i don't care enough to do that really it just did nothing for me much
a league of their own
i'm soooorry to the enjoyers but carson/greta does nothing for me and in general i wish the focus was more on a character like lupe or jess or jo instead. it's like okay i think although i wish there was MORE of max screentime she got a good amount but i did not care for the carson/greta romance. plus like. yeah yeah feminine white lesbian romance at the forefront idk i'm yawning there is literally lupe there. can we focus on lupe
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Aephis meets Sephira pls 🥺💕
wip game
hi sorry work happened ANYWAY so i lied, because i was recalling file names off the top of my head at work when i made the post, the file is actually named aephis WINS sephira which is much more fun imo
anyhorse!! this one's a challenge fill, prompt was in the beginning and this is going back to a backstory fun fact that im stupid fond of. we're visiting axilus's parents when they were young, back when aephis was a whore carefree young NCO and sephira was working towards her master's degree. aephis's friends make a bet with him about whether or not he can get the ice queen in engineering to sleep with him, and he loves a challenge, but oops instructions unclear caught feelings and forgot the bet entirely, and oops she might be falling for him too
special for u here is extra long snip (cause the context is needed)
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Aephis Madelivio, by all accounts and purposes, was the ideal turian, the kind put in every romance schlock vid to be admired and panted after, turian and xeno alike. He was tall, muscular, and sported the classic turian romance hero frame of broad shoulders, trim waist, rugged claws, and sturdy legs and feet. His plates were a ruddy maroon, his crest was attractively long, and the clan tattoos striping his face in white were elegant and complimentary without hiding too much of his handsome visage. He was top of his class in every flavor of combat available, and was doing quite well in the tactical testing, too, thank you very much. He was loud and boisterous to the point it might almost be irritating, but so friendly and charming and genuine about it the annoyance never lasted. His parents were both from well-known clans, the Madelivios of Shaal and the Sparatuses of Tiirtias, and even more famous names before them, giving him the kind of pedigree that didn't sound real until you noticed the sand-scattering length of his toes and the xepöa'vach on his back and keel. He was, checklist-perfect, a model young drake any turian worth their teeth would kill to be seen on the arm of.
And, most insufferably of all, he damn well knew it, and walked around with the swagger in his step to prove it.
Not that he let it go to his head. No, of course not, he was modest, too. Being humble on top of everything else was even more swoon-worthy, after all, and he had pretty girls to woo and handsome boys to flatter. No time for being unappealing. Especially when they were between ground missions. There was only so much time in the day cycle their superiors could make filler for, special officer’s training or no, and, well, what else was he supposed to do?
“No way,” Salvirian blustered, flaring out his mandibles. “You can’t get anybody on board, nobody’s that good.”
Okay, maybe he was a little immodest. Nobody was perfect, so sue him. Besides, bragging about it with his gaggle of friends was different from going around telling anybody who would listen.
Aephis purred, tapping his chin with one talon. Salvirian wasn’t that bad-looking himself, silver plates with a striking darker patch in the middle of his face, but the yellow-green tattoos didn’t do him any favors. He also just sucked in bed, Aephis knew from experience, and judging by the scuttlebutt around the ship, he wasn’t just the unlucky one. “I didn’t say anybody,” he argued. “I said anybody who’s into drakes. I’m an equal-opportunity bisexual, but not everyone here is. I’m not a dick, I’m not gonna try to go after a lesbian.”
Agnianus snorted into her reconstituted meat product in sauce. “Thanks for your consideration.” She poked at a somewhat suspicious lump that immediately fell apart into mix dust and heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Iunno, Sal, I think he could do it. He already pulled Dardaion, and she bit the last dude who hit on her.”
“Dardaion doesn’t count, that was after they sparred to a draw and wrestled a bit,” Salvirian huffed. “That wasn’t his charm, that was his fighting skill.”
“No, no, that counts,” Tanidonis argued, already holding out his rations to Agnianus in trade. “We're just talking about ability to pull anybody who might be interested, not specifically how it happens. Just because Dardaion doesn't wanna fuck you doesn't make her magically unavailable, Sal."
Salvirian’s throat flushed, and he pulled his head down in his cowl. Agnianus swapped trays quickly, then huffed. “I have an idea," she said. “I heard some of the engineers talking about one of theirs who's, like, total ice queen. Threw a wrench at somebody for disturbing her work with flirting and just went right back to her math. If you can tap that, you can tap anybody.”
Aephis raised a brow plate, but Tanidonis just scoffed. “Yeah, I heard them, too. Flaucius is just pissy she turned him down. He sounded like a prick, all, ‘ohhh, I was sooo nice to her, I was her only friiieeend, but she was still so meeeaaan to meee.’ Fucking pathetic. Like, I learned I’m not entitled to a hot girl’s attention just ‘cause I’m nice to her when I was ten. Y’know, when I realized girls were pretty and not made of cooties and violence, and my dad had a talk with me about dating like a normal parent.”
Aephis snorted and clicked his mandibles. "Nah, girls are definitely still made of violence,” he countered. "That's the hot part. Remember the Dardaion part of this conversation?”
"That's also why you're all straight or bi drakes who follow around a lesbian,” Agnianus added sagely, taking a drink from her canteen. “Turians are matriarchal by nature, and our gender-equal society is proof we're civilized and more than our base natures. It's, like, science. Anyway, I still think that Actinus hen is a solid test of Aephis's appeal as a drake. She did still definitely throw a wrench at a guy, that's irrelevant to Flaucius being an entitled bag of dicks.”
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ok i am going to #rant because i am so sick and not to sound like a lesbian who is a hater but i lit rally hate men sorry. i was with a group of guys (queer guys, but still guys nonetheless) last night and i was the only presumed woman there --- despite many other afab nonbinary people, they only referred to me as she/her the entire time while respecting everybody else's pronouns --- and the complete lack of respect they treated me with was kind of amazing. this one guy was the worst he was basically if john bender from the breakfast club was bisexual and he was genuinely probably the worst guy there. he was like the leader? of our group (like john bender type) and we almost got into hella trouble because of him, but he would constantly belittle my feelings. at one point he asked me and my trans guy friend to wait out on the street at like 2 am and when my friend was like uhh we're both afab like i don't feel super safe and only when i pitched in like yeah me neither he was like "Well Actually i think that recently amab people have been at a higher risk for violence as a whole. because afabs stick together but male socialization discourages that" and i forget the rest of what he said but like i see what he was saying in response to trans women, but just SAY trans women/gnc people oh my god man. be SO real right now. idk. that read very much to me like a very Woke And Progressive Way To Be Subtly Misogynisitc. am i crazy for thinking that's an insane point to make WHILE ALSO belittling two nonwhite non cishet people's feelings of unsafety like helloooo?? people who say deranged takes only exist online have never hung out with a pseudo intellectual who snorts ketamine daily
#THAT WASN'T EVEN EVERYTHING HE DID#HE ALMOST GOT US ARRESTED for something stupid like hopping the turnstile but STILL HAVE U FUCKING MET THE NYPD#also he was constantly belittling my opinions and emotions like refused to let me go back to my place real quick to drop my stuff#I DIDN'T EVEN GET BACK TO MY PLACE UNTIL 7 AM.#and also blamed us not getting into the rave because i (and 2 others) looked like 'prepubescent children'#generally he was pretty rude too like straight up leaving me out of conversations and jokes and such. i felt so alone#still i ended the night getting fingered by my crush so maybe i won idk#rant post
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Tek's Birthday!
As if Lilith was removing herself from the prized seat of the couch for a clan of stoned toddlers; even, if she also wanted cake. It all changes, however, when her eyes watch the struggle and woes of Shaun finding her way to the kitchen. Christ, those eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree. In the very least, she had enough resolve to save the last half of her share of bread. But if any man, woman, or child stole her spot while she was gone, oh, they would regret their very existence on this earth. Without a word, Lilith leaves the group to come to Shaun's aid, softly placing her hand in between her shoulder blades, a warm smile rises as she turns around. "It's just me. You're welcome."
Already in mid snicker, Rebel leans down to whisper into Tek's ear, "They're just friends, just friending so friendly in the friend kitchen."
"Oh! But you've got cake right here!" Wasting no time, Aiden clamps onto Sam's wrists to lead them into groping his giant knockers, making them bounce under her grasp. Of course, he had to claim Poison Ivy for some hot lady action. Lesbians made him feel so safe; and it would have made a great fan fiction.
As the smile begins to falter, Robin's eyes glance over at the tenseness in Beatrix...then to Devin. The transition from bewilderment to temper, albeit less now than in the past, was predictable. Already, her feet were shifting to move to her right if called for. Apparently, good 'ol babushka, was caution taped button not to be pressed.
"Dude. What the fuck?" Through genuine shock and instinctively feeding the irritation already present, Devin pops off at opposition. "Are you trying to go right now?"
"Not in the fucking house." As soon as it left Devin's lips, Robin is quick to reprimand in protection of Gram-Gram's belongings that still littered the home. Hell no, they could take it outside if they wanted, she wouldn't stop them, but they weren't about to do fuck all in here.
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Shaun twitches under her hand at first—Lilith was so quiet and she was already a little melty, so it caught her off guard—but twisting around to see that it was just her, an unfiltered, fond smile surfaces on Shaun's lips. "Thank god, I almost forgot what I was coming in here for." She laughs, turning back to the fridge with a concentrated stare as she gingerly slides the cake out, shuffling to the side to set it on the counter. "Cake actually does sound really good...Do you want some? Where are the plates?"
Tingles stream down her neck at the unexpected breath in her ear, but when her brain finally understands Rebel's words, they elicit immediate giggling. "Right?" Tek whispers harshly, burning holes through the oblivious couple in the kitchen. "They're so full of poopie. When we were camping, I accidentally walked in on them cuddling. Cuddling. Them. It was like seeing a chicken speak perfect Spanish."
Sam snorts at his indecency, though in her pure curiosity, she couldn't help but to evaluate the feel of his giant, fake tits. "But yours are so full of artificial flavoring. There's no way this cake got made without some surgical intervention." She barely knew him before this moment, but Sam was still pleasantly delighted by his effortless company.
"I'm a lady, I would never disrespect someone's home." Beatrix glances over at Robin with a sardonic smile, still quite relaxed in her seat despite her biting tone. "Just like Devin needs to learn a little respect before flapping her gums."
Her unflinching eyes pass back to Devin, then, perking her brow. "Depends, have you had your warm milk and melatonin yet?" Beatrix's smile only broadens with her confusion. "Cause if you think you can try me, I will put that ass to sleep." Hell, Beatrix liked her. She came from a long line of respecting someone's strength, and Devin was built like a bull; an obnoxious little squat one too willful to lead the herd, but a strong one nonetheless. She was no stranger to benign posturing and smack talking, either; it was almost a love language. But if Devin thought she was going to get away with categorizing her beautiful grandmother and rich family tree as 'unimpressive', well, Beatrix could give her a little taste of its most recent fruit.
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@geneuine
by macabrething
"Okay," She says plainly, her hands neatly folded on her lap. "maybe you just need an outlet. Somewhere where you can be more… open. And genuine."
Flash snorts. "Like a diary?"
"Not necessarily. But if that's what you'd like, yes. Any platform that you feel you can take off that filter you always have on yourself is enough."
"Any... platform?"
Ricci raises an eyebrow. "I mean, that's what I said, wasn't it?"
Or, instead of buying a journal and never using it when told by his therapist to find an “outlet for his emotions” like everyone else would do, Flash makes a twitter account instead.
Words: 590, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Flash Thompson, Betty Brant, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Academic Decathlon Team (Spider-Man: Homecoming), Shuri (Marvel)
Relationships: Betty Brant & Flash Thompson, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri
Additional Tags: Flash Thompson Redemption, Flash Thompson Needs a Hug, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson Friendship, Lesbian Betty Brant, Filipino Flash Thompson, Filipino Character, Nonbinary Michelle Jones, Lesbian Michelle Jones, Twitter, Social Media, Chatting & Messaging, Twitter AU, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Bisexual Peter Parker, Humor, Crack, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, fuck that, Marvel Universe, Alternate Universe - Crack, Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43073118
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I would like to nominate wellington paranormal as the best tv show on the planet please
#also. *john mulaney voice* I think o'leary is a lesbian#wellington paranormal#'ghosts conversing in and amongst the gravestones' 'this says goths. not ghosts.'#jennie watches wp#i genuinely snorted. no shes just a lesbian
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All of the Ruewens are bi.
Oh my god.
[Later note, this became uh... much longer than it was supposed to, I hope you don't mind!]
I'm making headcannons because I love this so much.
- Edaline actually has a preference for femininity.
-She dated a few girls before she actually registered, and her parents did not approve.
-Juline also gives off bi energy, so I feel like they would both just be like, there for one another, y'know?
-We don't really know how elves feel about this stuff in general, so I think their parents, while not blatantly homophobic/biphobic would kind of just be like. "All girls are close to other girls, it's just you going through adolescence.
- So, the two of them wouldn't go out of their way to lie to their parents per say, but instead just wouldn't mention it.
-Grady also has a preference for femininity but dated a guy before meeting Edaline.
- They just both met and hit it off.
-Grady had sort-of been crushing on Edaline for multiple levels.
-Even though most elves were kind of queerphobic Edaline was still considered really popular in her level.
-Edaline knew of Grady (He was "the Mesmer" after all) but she didn't actually meet him until level seven.
-They'd either have that classic "I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into you meeting" or some really obscure and unique meeting that probably had something to do with an injured animal.
-Anyways yeah both Grady and Edaline are both dorks.
-Ok so Jolie.
-Jolie had a preference for masculinity.
-She fell head over heels for Brant and never really dated anyone else before him.
(Brief note, she is still valid! Just because you haven't dated more than one gender, it does not mean you are strictly heterosexual or homosexual. You can still be attracted to more than one gender and have only dated/had any romantic/sexual interaction with one! Trust your gut and choose a label that's comfortable for you! Okay, brief note over.)
-She came out to her parents in level five.
-Neither of them actually knew there was a specific name for it and had just priorly agreed that elves were just pretty.
-But they were both really supportive!
-Edaline also admitted that she'd dated a few girls back in her day and Jolie was pleasantly surprised!
-Sophie knew pretty early on she wasn't straight. That's what happens when a twelve-year-old is a senior in high school.
-She doesn't really have a preference, and honestly thinks that all people are just. Gorgeous.
-While not the first, Biana was definitely Sophie's confirmation that she was, very into women.
-But also, Fitz and Keefe.
-She is honestly the definition of a bi disaster.
-One of her biggest regrets was not telling her human parents. She really wanted them to know about this part of her but was afraid of what they would think even though she was pretty sure they would be supportive.
-She was proven correct when Amy told her that ve were a lesbian, using ve/ver pronouns.
-She didn't tell Grady and Edaline for a little either, as for a while she had no idea how elves felt on the stance.
-She actually at first went to Dex to ask about it. Xe told her about how it was a little better than a bad match, but still not truly accepted. Xe did tell her that xe thought that Grady and Edaline would be really supportive!
-She then told her partner, who was really genuine and kind about it.
-Then, she was like really nervous, and on the verge of tears when she came out to Grady and Edaline.
-It was actually during animal feeding time, but Edaline just kind of stopped because her mom senses were tingling. Sure enough, Sophie was on the verge of losing it, and her and Grady just dropped everything.
-Sophie just kind of goes "I like boys and girls."
-Grady snorts and pretty much says "Don't we all." Edaline elbows him and tells her that they're so proud of her and they love her.
So, uh, yeah! I probably went overboard with this, but I have a bunch of social energy, and I love the Ruewens! So, thank you so much for the ask!
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Omg please continue the teacher/student au
Teacher/Student AU Part 13
“Remind me why we’re friends again,” Lou exhaled, flipping back onto her bed now in a sports bra and sweatpants.
“Don’t blame me, blame intro to chem,” Tammy snickered.
“I still choose to blame you,” Lou decided, subconsciously running her fingers over her lips again, her stomach flipping as she remembered the tingle of Debbie’s lips on her own. “Now, hurry up. This is a best friend emergency.”
“I’ve got the goods,” Tammy promised. “Meet me at the back in two. I want the dirty details.”
Tammy was barreling through the door before Lou could even say hello, clambering up the steps to Lou’s floor and inviting herself into her dorm room, flopping onto the blonde’s bed to demand spoons before Lou was even back in her own room.
Shaking her head, the blonde gathered some spoons and cold waters for them before closing her door and joining Tammy on the bed, sinking back against the wall.
“So?” Tammy prompted, grabbing for one of the pints of ice cream. “You gonna tell me about it or just sit there with a spoon in your mouth wishing it was Debbie’s—“
“Don’t,” Lou hissed, before punching Tammy playfully in the shoulder. “Come on, Tam. Don’t be crude.”
“Again, I’m not the one hooking up with a professor, Miller.”
“We’re not,” Lou sighed, defensive, but she stopped, grabbing the other pint and opening it slowly as she considered the situation. “I don’t even know what it is. But honestly, it’s—it’s not what you’re picturing.”
“What do you mean?” The other girl frowned, turning to Lou with genuine curiosity. “I mean you were telling me she’s hot. Gorgeous. Whatever. But this sounds—“
“Different,” Lou nodded, staring at the spoon in her hand. “Yeah. It is. It’s—it’s hard to explain. There’s a connection there that goes behind the surface.”
“You two gonna Home Depot?”
“Are we going to what?” Lou laughed, tears starting to roll down her face as she snorted.
“You know,” Tammy laughed as Lou started howling. “That lesbian thing.”
“Please tell me you mean U-hauling,” the blonde spoke, gasping for air in between breathy laughs. “God, you’re great, Tim Tam. Please never change.”
“Great. Clueless,” Tammy shrugged. “It all works I guess.”
“But no,” Lou spoke seriously, taking the lid of her ice cream as she took a thoughtful scoop of it. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like we said more by not saying certain things out loud. Like we both were feeling the same things, but we didn’t want to jinx it before it started and we both know the risk. Almost trying to protect each other because we like each other.”
“Lou,” Tammy sighed. “She’s still your professor. And now you’re her teaching assistant. I mean this is the woman who would be writing the letters of recommendation for you for grad school. Don’t you want to know that they’re real and not just because—I know you’re not…yet anyway—but not because you’re sleeping together. You know?”
“It won’t be like that,” the blonde declared. And she knew it wouldn’t be. “The first thing Debbie suggested after we kissed—well, the second time—was that we meet up tomorrow and talk about it. What happened. What it is. Where it’ll go. And that’s what I mean by different. I think she likes me because she thinks I’m talented and show promise. She saw that success first and then whatever this is. And honestly, it’s the same for me. I’m drawn to her of course, but at first, it was because she was this out of reach, crazy intelligent and talented Dr. Ocean.”
“And here I am student teaching having children stick glue sticks in my ear and telling me my shoes are silly.”
“Wear better shoes, then,” Lou smirked, ducking behind her ice cream before Tammy could swat her.
She was relieved to have called Tammy. She held on for each and every detail of the night, agreeing and disagreeing with Lou’s perception of everything said and unsaid. Of every touch. Hanging on to every step and every word, nodding and giving advice, and even taking it down several notches on the cracks and jokes, truly supporting and worried about her friend.
Lou was no less confused or amazed that any of it had happened, but she had decided to live in a delirious, lovely bubble, tucking herself under her comforter and snuggling against her pillows as she thought of Debbie’s lips. Her hand on her thigh. Her red finger nails drumming against the tablecloth and the steering wheel. Her whispers of Lou’s name. The way she’d called Lou “my sleeper”.
Tomorrow would bring reality back. Tomorrow she’d worry about what it meant and if Debbie truly felt the same way like Lou thought she did. Tomorrow she’d balance the struggle between keeping Dr. Ocean in her life as teacher, advisor and boss and as her confidant, friend…and what? Partner? Lover? Casual hookup? She didn’t know. But she craved it all and she prayed that Debbie wanted it all as badly as she did.
But for tonight, she didn’t sketch or paint Debbie. She fell asleep knowing new depths of the Ocean. The feel of her lips. The touch of her hands. The way Lou’s name rolled off of her tongue. The way her name felt on Lou’s own tongue. Debbie. Debbie. Debbie.
#queue#lou miller#oceans 8#lou x debbie#loubbie#debbie ocean#debbie x lou#oceans eight#heist wives#heist girlfriends#teacher/student au#teacher/student#professor/student#professor/student au#Tammy#ocean’s eight#ocean’s 8#my writing#blackacre13#ask#ask me#ask me things#lou x deb#lou miller x debbie ocean#debbie ocean x lou miller#lou and debbie#writing ask#prompt ask#prompt request#writing request
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She Likes Girls
(a blurb from the Flatmate series)
…in which Harry's favourite cousin, who’s a lesbian, comes visit and spends a lot of time with Y/N.
Word count: 3.2k
Someone requested ANOTHER jealous flatmate Harry blurb so I decided to write it a bit different this time ;)
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“Hi, um, does Harry live here?”
“Yes,” Y/N said, holding the door open just wide enough to show her face. The purple-haired girl she’d never met before broke into a smile and politely extended her hand. “I’m here to see him. You must be his flatmate. I’m Millie.”
“I’m Y/N.” Y/N smiled back, giving the girl’s hand a hesitant shake. She’d never seen Harry with this girl before, but the girl looked nice enough to not be a serial killer. “He’s at the library,” she told Millie. “He’ll probably be back soon. Would you like to wait inside?”
“Sure. That’d be great,” Millie said, smiling again.
Y/N pulled the door open and stepped aside for the girl to enter. Personally, Y/N would hate it when someone she’d just met would eye her up and down, but that was exactly what she was doing to Millie. She wasn’t trying to be rude. Millie was really pretty. She just didn’t look like the girls Harry would hook up with. Y/N couldn’t imagine Harry with a goth girl.
Millie placed her bag by the couch as she sat there and looked around the living room. Y/N thought of making tea for her but then she remembered that they were out of tea. She couldn't just leave Millie here and retreat to her room. So she thought she should start a conversation. She wasn’t good at conversations, but she could try.
“So how did you meet Harry?” she asked and sat down beside Millie.
“I’ve known him my whole life,” Millie said.
Y/N hadn’t expected that. “Oh...so your families are close?”
“Very.”
“Oh.”
Harry had never mentioned having a beautiful childhood best friend before. Y/N knew he didn’t have to tell her everything about himself, but why did she feel so betrayed?
Before she could come up with something else to talk about that wasn’t Harry-related, the door swung open and Harry froze in the doorway, his eyes lit up as he saw Millie.
“Mil!”
“Hazza!”
Millie launched herself out of the couch and threw her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry caught her and lifted her feet off her ground. Meanwhile, Y/N was just standing there and rubbing her hands against her jeans.
Well, this is awkward.
“I told you I’d pick you up at the airport!” Harry said, putting the girl down and cupping her face.
Millie brushed his hands off as she snorted. “Well, I got here early to surprise you.”
Watching Harry laugh and ruffle Millie’s hair, Y/N had never felt more like a third-wheel. She would go if her anxiety hadn’t glued her feet to the floor.
“How long are you staying?” Harry asked.
“A week,” Millie said.
“Yessss!” Harry punched the air, then finally noticed Y/N standing awkwardly behind Millie. He smiled and wrapped an arm around Millie’s neck, gesturing to Y/N. “Oh, I see that you’ve met Y/N.”
“Yes, she was very nice to me,” Millie said. “And you never told me that your flatmate was so pretty.”
Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “Thank y—”
“Stop,” Harry cut her off, his smile vanished as he shot Millie a glare.
“What?” Millie looked just as confused, but something about her wide-eyed expression told Y/N that she was faking it.
Harry turned back to Y/N. “Was this one flirting with you?”
“What?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Millie always does that. She cannot help herself.”
“I learned from the best,” Millie said, smirking.
It took Y/N a second to understand. She pointed to Millie, her eyes round and her mouth wide open. “So Millie is...”
“My cousin,” Harry said.
“And a lesbian,” Mille added as she pat Harry on the shoulder. “Even if I were into boys and not his cousin, I still wouldn’t want him. I’ve got standards.”
“Hey!” cried Harry yet Millie ignored him.
“He’s jealous because I get more girls,” she said.
“Lies!” Harry hissed and told Y/N, “Don’t believe anything she tells you about me.”
“I’m so sorry,” Y/N uttered. “I thought—”
“It’s okay,” Millie cut her off, giving her a gentle smile. “I know my cousin. He’s got quite a reputation around here. I could hear a girl crying and cursing his name the second I landed in London.”
Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes. “Just don’t flirt with my flatmate while you’re here.”
“Oh, she wasn’t...flirting with me,” Y/N said.
Millie tilted her head, her green eyes narrowed as her black lips stretched to its favoured side. “You didn’t know I was flirting? Man, I must try harder next time.”
Y/N stiffened. She could feel the colour heightened in her cheeks.
“Stop teasing her. Damn it,” Harry told Millie. To Y/N, he said, “She was joking.”
“I’m sorry! Gosh, you’re blushing!” Millie cupped Y/N’s face as she burst out laughing. “You’re so cute. How can someone like you live with him?”
“I ask myself that question every day,” Y/N mumbled, feeling quite proud when Millie laughed even harder. She liked making people laugh, especially people who seemed much cooler than she was; it made her feel validated somehow.
“So where do I sleep?” Millie asked Harry, putting an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Harry immediately plucked that arm off and pushed Millie aside to stand between them. “On the couch,” he said. “Or on the floor in my room.”
“You're such a dick,” Millie scoffed.
“You could sleep with me. We could share my bed,” Y/N said.
Both Millie and Harry whipped their heads to her but only Millie’s face brightened with a smile. “Oh, thank you, I–”
“You know what?” Harry blocked Millie with his outstretched arm before she could pull Y/N into a hug. “Take my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Millie raised an eyebrow at him, a corner of her mouth quirked and she tiptoed to stroke the top of his head. “Now that’s my good baby cousin.” Then she picked up her bag, flipped her black hair over her shoulder and sauntered to Harry’s room.
Harry turned to Y/N and gave a tight smile. “You don’t mind her staying, right?”
“Of course not,” Y/N giggled. “I like her.”
Harry arched both eyebrows, looking genuinely concerned. “But not too much.”
“No, no, not like that!” Y/N shook her head fast. “She’s just really cool. And...um...cool people don’t usually like me. So…”
Harry pressed his lips into a small smile. For a second, Y/N thought he looked rather relieved. “If she annoys you with all the flirting and her bad jokes,” he said, “just tell her to stop. Don’t be nice about it.”
Y/N squinted her eyes. “So she’s the female version of you.”
“Yes. Only better,” Harry chuckled. “That’s why she’s my favourite cousin.”
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“Remember when I said Millie was my favourite cousin?”
“Yeah, why?” Niall shouted over the music. Harry leaned against the wall. With a constipated look on his face, he watched Millie dance with Y/N from across the room.
“She’s not anymore,” he mumbled spitefully.
Niall stopped dancing and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Who’s your favourite cousin then?”
“Jared.”
“Didn’t you say Jared helped Mason drown you?”
Harry threw his arms in the air. “So I don’t have a favourite cousin! Jesus, Niall, that’s not the point. The point is–”
Niall stared as he waited for Harry to finish the sentence. “The point is what?”
Harry’s mouth was open, but he saw Millie put an arm around Y/N’s neck and kiss her cheek as they took a selfie, and he suddenly forgot what the point was.
Niall gave his shoulder a gentle push so he snapped out of it, heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Never mind. I’ve been having a bad week since she arrived.”
“But you were so excited to see her. You told me you’d had plans for both of you to spend time together.”
Harry lifted his shoulder and forced his attention to stay on Niall and not Millie and Y/N. “I did, but she doesn’t want to hang out with me.” Y/N didn’t either. “She’s spent every second in our flat doing girls stuff with Y/N. They’re attached at the hips now. Last night they stayed up until 3 AM to gossip. The walls are thin, you know? They’re messing up my sleep schedule.”
Niall was quiet for a moment before he said, “Do you think…”
“What?” Harry snapped.
Niall pursed his lips and shrugged. “I don’t know...Maybe...Y/N likes girls?”
“No, Niall. Y/N doesn’t like girls,” Harry said bitterly even though he’d been worried about that as well. The problem wasn’t that Y/N might be into girls. Harry didn’t care about that. It was the fact that Millie had never failed to get the girls she wanted. The only thing that Harry had that she didn’t was commitment issues. Millie’s last relationship had lasted a year.
It was bad enough that Harry had to fight off the other guys who wanted Y/N and might actually deserve her. He didn’t want to have to do that with his girl cousin!
“Y/N doesn’t like Millie like that, okay?” he repeated to Niall, frowning as he saw Millie and Y/N laughing again.
“Harry!” Layla’s voice brought him back to reality. He shot his head up to see her shouldering her way toward him and Niall. “You didn’t tell me your crush was gay! Niall, did you film him crying in the bathroom?”
Harry facepalmed himself as Niall said, “Told ya.” and gave him a shrug.
Later that night, as they walked home together from the party, Harry purposely stayed silent so that the girls would know he was mad at them. He had no right to be mad at either of them, but he felt like he should be mad if that was the only way to get their attention. Y/N was his flatmate, and Millie was his cousin. But now they were walking ahead, arms around each other and completely not noticing how upset he was. He told himself it was only because they were a bit tipsy. But he hated being left out.
“I’m going to sleep early,” he announced the second they entered the flat.
“Okay,” Y/N said.
“I’m really tired,” he added to drop a hint so she’d know he was upset.
“So am I,” she said, yawning and stretching her arms.
He was trying to think of something else to say that’d get her attention when Millie interjected, “Wanna sheet mask before bed?”
“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed. Then they hurried into Y/N’s room, leaving Harry standing there like a scarecrow in his own flat.
“I’ve got my own masks. Thanks for asking,” he muttered bitterly to himself, rolling his eyes and trudging to his room.
And so Harry decided to go to sleep early. He spent the first thirty minutes on the mattress by his bed, rolling from side to side, trying not to think about the two of them until he nodded off. When he woke up, it was three in the morning. The flat was so quiet and his bed was still empty.
Where was Millie?
He tried to listen through the wall to see if the girls were still awake, but there was no sound.
Annoyed, sleepy, and sad, he forced himself to get up and go to Y/N’s room to tell Millie that she must let Y/N sleep. When he got there, he found that the door was left open. The girls were fast asleep on the bed. And Millie was spooning Y/N.
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“You look like shit. Didn't you sleep at all?” was the first thing Millie said to Harry as he entered the kitchen the next morning.
He pretended like he hadn’t heard it and angrily marched toward the table, when all he wanted to say was, “And you look overly happy after sleeping in the same bed with my girl.” It sounded way too petty, but he was exhausted and not in the mood to feel guilty about it.
As he buried his head in his hands, Millie placed a cup of black coffee down in front of him. He looked up and caught her grinning.
“One cup of black coffee every Monday morning,” she said.
He blinked, confused and a bit surprised. “I don’t remember telling you that.”
“You didn’t. Y/N did.” To his astonishment, she added, “I’ve learned more about you in the last couple of days from her than I have by knowing you my whole life.”
This caught Harry off guard. He found himself sitting rigid in his seat. He was probably gaping at his cousin, because she tossed her head back and laughed and pulled up a chair to sit down beside him. “That’s all she does,” Millie said.
Harry scrunched up his face. “What?”
“Y/N. She always talks about you,” Millie giggled.
Harry tried not to react, but when he spoke, his voice wavered as if he couldn’t breathe properly. “S-She talks about me? What has she told you?”
“Surprisingly, only good things,” Millie said. “Like, we would do something like listen to music and she’d randomly say, ‘Harry likes this song.” Or we would be wandering around the mall and she’d see a shirt and tell me, ‘Harry would love that shirt but he hates it when people buy him clothes so I can’t buy it for him.” And just yesterday’s morning, she saw me making coffee and told me you’d always drink black coffee on Monday morning and only on Monday morning.” Millie chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “I thought hearing so much about you would annoy me. But I actually find it super cute that she cares so much about you to notice every one of those annoying little details.”
Harry felt his cheeks growing hot. His silence was the confession Millie had been waiting for. She smacked him on the arm as laughter crackled out of her. “You’re blushing! Oh my God, you have a crush on her!”
“I do not!” he retorted.
“You do!” She slammed her fist on the table, smiling with her mouth open. “And you thought I had a thing for her, didn’t you?! You were cranky last night because you were jealous!”
“Not true!” Harry gasped and quickly got up. Millie jumped in his way, not letting him off the hook so easily. “Admit it!”
“There’s nothing to admit.”
He attempted to sidestep her yet she was quicker. She folded her arms and leaned a shoulder against the kitchen doorway. “I know that face, Hazza. You made the same face when we were kids and found a lost puppy in the park and the puppy grew more attached to me.”
Harry pointed to himself. “I found the puppy okay? The puppy was mine first.”
"You petty little shit!" Millie’s jaw dropped, then she poked at the left side of his chest. “I didn’t know this thing worked. Wow, a miracle named Y/N!”
Harry smirked and brushed her finger off. “Very funny, Mil.”
“It sure the fuck is. I can’t believe you thought I was into her. One look at Y/N and I knew she wasn’t gay. My gaydar is never wrong.”
“Good to know,” Harry said flatly. “Now can I please get out of this kitchen?”
Millie ignored his question as she eyed him up and down and chewed the inside of her cheek to suppress a smirk. “You two are in love with each other.”
“No, we’re not. We’re friends,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. “And I was only mad because you came here to see me but spent all your time with her.”
“Oh, please. Do not make this about me. You’re so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”
“In love with who?”
Harry almost screamed when Y/N appeared in the doorway. Somehow he managed to keep his calm and force a laugh. “Jennifer Aniston! Beautiful, beautiful woman!"
Y/N looked at him funny, probably assuming he was high on caffeine. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Millie fighting the urge to expose him.
“I’m going out now,” she said to his relief. “Gonna meet up with some old friends today. You kids have a great day.” Backing out of the door, she did the finger-guns and winked at him. “We’ll talk more about Jennifer Aniston when I get back.”
“No, we won’t!” he shouted after her.
Once his cousin was gone, Harry felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. Y/N didn’t seem to suspect a thing. She tiptoed to get a cereal box from the cabinet while humming a song she’d been listening to on repeat for the last few days.
Yes, she wasn’t the only one paying attention.
He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and padded to her side. “Hey, Y/N.” When she turned around and smiled at him, he almost forgot what to say. “I-I um...I was thinking of buying a new shirt, and um...I was wondering if you could go with me, to help me pick one.”
Y/N suddenly broke into a huge grin. “Yes! I know this shop–” she blurted but then her mouth snapped shut and she lowered her voice. “I mean, yeah, sure, I know a shop...I think...But didn’t you say you preferred going shopping alone?”
Harry gave a half-shrug. “It’s getting boring. Doing things alone, I mean...”
Her lips curved into a cute little smile. “Let’s go this afternoon,” she said. “I feel like we haven’t hung out in days. You were always busy.”
Harry was taken aback. He pointed to his face. “Me? Busy?”
“Yeah, well, you seemed...not yourself. I thought you were stressed out about an exam.”
“No, not at all,” he mumbled, turning his face to hide his blushing.
She giggled softly. “Okay. So...it’s a date?”
“Yeah. A date.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, cool.”
“Cool,” she echoed.
Harry nodded once then grabbed his coffee and sauntered out of the kitchen before he could embarrass himself again. Suddenly, his phone chimed with a new text and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that it was from Louis.
Hey, Niall told me. I found this article that might be helpful. Stay strong!
Then a link to: “How to deal with depression when your crush turns out to be gay.”
Harry threw his head back and exhaled.
He was going to murder Niall.
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