Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
This is true! If I join a community, there is a 90% chance that, by pure coincidence, most of the active people there are either on the spectrum or have some other form of Neurodivergent, such as ADHD.
Autistic people have their own equivalent of the gaydar
what if Anathema's aura seeing ability was also a really good gaydar
not anathema clocking them immediately omg😭😭
this aged so well… my mom just recently told me that this same aunt is bisexual.
she def has gaydar and i def alerted it! :)
thinking about how my cool democratic aunt bought me a book about a girl with internalized homophobia in an extremely religious town, that literally entirely applies to me.... do y’all think she knows somehow🤔
You ever think abt how good Leo’s gaydar was? He really clocked Logan and Finn being in love. At the same time it makes me think abt how after Logan almost kissed him and Finn did kiss him he probably thought they were both just sad and missing each other and was full prepared to back off and be alone and let them have each other :(((( thank GOODNESS that’s not what happened tho
Thank GOODNESS!!
All credits to @lumosinlove !!
Leo closed the door to his bedroom behind him, thunking his head back against the wood with a sigh. He swallowed, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. His sweater stuck to his neck with a light layer of sweat.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He sucked in a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck.”
He didn't know what had gotten into him. God, what was he doing? What was he doing, thinking about them like that? At the way Logan looked late at night on roadies, boxing himself in with blankets and pillows, nose in his sweatshirt and his eyes peeking out like some soft, cozy figment out of Leo's dreams; the way Finn always had a smile for him, rubbing Leo's ankles when they were sore and raving about how much he loved the food Leo cooked for him. And now, Logan almost kissing him- twice- and Finn watching them walk away, hand in June's but his eyes following Logan, and Leo didn't understand. He didn't understand the way that Finn's eyes also followed him, the way Logan's eyes followed the both of them- and he certainly didn't understand why it made him feel so warm, why it made his breath jump and heat pool at the base of his stomach.
He groaned softly into his skin. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get in the way of whatever Logan and Finn weren't saying to each other. It was written all over their faces, but maybe that was half the problem. Everything was written on their faces for Leo and it drove him crazy. Crazy with frustration or crazy with want, he didn't know. Maybe they were one and the same.
From where he was against the door he could hear footsteps approaching in the hallway, muffled slightly through the wood. Finn’s knock sent vibrations down his back. “Leo? Nutty, you there?”
“Yeah,” Leo replied. He wiped his face one more time and turned to open the door. Finn looked so handsome in his dark blue pants and red sweater, glasses perched on his face. He would never admit it, but Leo thought Finn looked exactly how an English professor should look. That image did nothing to quell the confusing desire swirling around in his heart.
Finn smiled at him gently. “Hey. You have fun at Dumo’s party?”
Leo tried for a smile back, but he knew it was shaky. “Yeah. Food was good. You? Did June enjoy herself?”
Finn looked taken aback, his smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, uh… yeah, she did, I think.”
“Good,” Leo said, looking down briefly, chewing the inside of his cheek. He couldn't look Finn in the eye. “She's nice.”
Finn’s expression was conflicted. “Yeah, yeah, she is.” He took a step forward. “Le, are you okay?”
Leo jerked his head up. He was going to sink to the floor if Finn continued to talk to him that gently. “Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay?”
Finn’s nod was hesitant. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Listen, is-” He winced slightly, biting his lip nervously. “Is Logan okay?”
Leo clenched his jaw. He couldn't think about Logan without thinking of how warm his body had been in the Dumais’ basement. How his breath fanned against Leo’s mouth, how his eyes had closed- how his lips looked, as if waiting for Leo to kiss them. Leo had wanted so badly in that moment that the ache still lingered. But he couldn't say that to Finn.
“Honestly,” Leo said. His voice was strained, even to his own ears. “Honestly, Finn, I don't know. I think- I think he had too much to drink, and he- I think he's a little lonely.”
Finn made a little broken sound in the back of his throat. “What?”
Leo nodded. “Or he feels- he feels lost.” Leo shrugged. “Maybe you should take him out to lunch over the break. Or invite him here, I can leave for a few hours.”
“No,” Finn said immediately, loud for the quiet room. He cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “No, no he'd want you there. I want you there, Le.”
Le. I want you there, Le.
Leo was so confused.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “That sounds good.”
“Okay.” Finn took another step towards him. “Do you want a cup of tea, peanut? Before bed?”
Leo shook his head. Finn was close enough that, if Leo wanted to, he could lean in and kiss him. “No. Thank you, but I'm kind of tired.” He forced a chuckle. “Think I ate too much.”
Finn let out a breathy laugh. “Celeste’s cooking will do that to you.”
He rocked back and forth a few times, then opened his arms to draw Leo into a hug. One hand pressed against the back of Leo’s neck, one underneath Leo’s other arm. Leo leaned into him, allowing himself a brief second to breathe in Finn’s scent and feel the soft fabric of his sweater against his neck. When they pulled away, Finn rested his hands on Leo’s ribs and bicep for a moment.
“I’m really glad you're here, Le,” he said. His eyes were like melted chocolate, so sweet and warm that Leo almost couldn't handle it. “Sleep well, okay?”
“Okay.” He reached behind himself to open his door. “G’night Harz.”
“Sleep tight, peanut.”
When Leo closed the door and sat on his soft mattress, warm lamp light glowing around him, he finally let the first tears fall.
***
“Hey, sweetheart,” Finn said. He put a hand on Leo's back and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “You need any help?”
Leo shook his head, brow furrowed as he peered through Celeste's spice rack. He'd just had the paprika, now where did he-?
“Le?”
“Hm?”
Finn laughed softly, kneading Leo’s waist gently. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Where is the- ah!” He snatched the glass bottle, shaking it into the two large pots in front of him. “Okay. Okay, now it’s just gotta simmer.” He turned to Finn, who was smiling. “What?”
“Nothing.” Finn nosed his jaw. “You’re just so cute.”
Leo rolled his eyes to the ceiling in amusement as Finn peppered kisses to his jaw and neck. Really, he was just smushing his face into Leo’s skin. His lips were wet, and Leo felt his tongue poke out.
“No!” Leo laughed. He tried to pull away, but Finn just held him closer. “No licking in the kitchen.” Finn bit at his jaw, and Leo felt himself unravel. “Finn.”
Finn finally did pull away, a satisfied grin on his face. “I love you.” He looked at the pots. “Christmas chili almost done?”
Leo nodded, gazing at Finn’s side profile. “Yeah.”
Finn’s glasses reflected the light of the kitchen, making his eyes look soft and warm behind the frames. He looked so good always, but especially in the winter, with his nice boots and the pants that hugged his thighs just right and his-
Leo unintentionally sucked in a breath. His sweaters. This sweater. The one he wore now, the same one he had worn that night that felt so far away, but really wasn’t. That night that had left Leo yearning for him, for Logan, in an acute way he’d never felt before.
Finn tilted his chin up to look at Leo. “You okay, Le?”
“Yeah, I-” He laughed at himself deprecatingly. “Sorry. You just- you look…”
Finn’s eyes were concerned. “I look…”
Leo sighed. “You remember Dumo’s first Christmas dinner I went to, my rookie season?”
Finn nodded, hand sneaking under Leo’s waffle shirt to rub his skin. “Yeah.”
Leo sighed. “You were wearing the same sweater.”
“Oh.” Finn turned Leo away from the stove to face him fully. “Le…”
Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “I thought you looked so gorgeous. And then Logan almost kissed me, but he obviously wanted you, and I didn’t understand.” Leo looked him squarely in the eye. “And then at- at home, you asked if he was okay, and I…” Leo touched their foreheads together, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. “I just cared about you both so badly that I couldn’t get in the way of you wanting each other.”
“Oh, sunshine.” Finn pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
Leo pulled back, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. You just…” He looked Finn up and down. “You look like you did back then.” He smiled against the memory. “Except now you’re mine.”
“All yours, baby.” Finn kissed him hard. “But if you ever want to talk about it…”
Leo nodded, their noses brushing. “I’ll tell you. Promise.”
“Okay.” Finn wrapped him in a hug. “If it helps, I wanted you just as badly. And I was also very confused.”
Leo laughed, tucking his nose into Finn’s sweater. “I know you were.”
“Hey,” Finn protested. “I was pining over two very sexy men. I’m allowed to have a crisis over that.”
“You are.” He sighed into Finn’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you so much, baby. So, so much.”
They stayed there for a few moments, swaying in the oddly deserted kitchen. There was laughter coming through the entrance to the living room, the voices of their teammates and their families carrying over the sound of the bubbling chili. Leo let his weight go in Finn’s arms, almost being lulled to sleep- until a heavy body fell against his back.
“Oof,” Finn said, stumbling a bit. “Careful, Tremblay.”
Leo laughed, shifting to open his arm so Logan could press against him. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Hi, sweetheart. You okay?”
Logan’s smile was a little tipsy, his flushed cheeks scrunching. “Ouais.” He buried his face into Leo’s chest, the force of it making Leo stumble again.
“Oh, baby,” Finn said. He winked at Leo over Logan’s head. “Had something to drink?”
Logan grunted into Leo’s shirt. “Wine is so good.”
Finn barked out a laugh, cradling Logan in between them and ducking to kiss his neck. “When’s the last time you ate something?”
Logan shrugged, lifting his face up to look at Leo. “Breakfast?”
Leo whistled lowly. “No food before drinking?” He brushed a thumb over Logan’s slightly-tinted lips. “Honey, how many glasses did you have?”
“Je ne sais pas. Jackson just kept refilling my glass.”
“Oh no,” Finn said. He peppered Logan’s neck with kisses. “Gonna feel it in the morning.”
“Have some water, Lo,” Leo said, turning to reach for the cabinet with the glasses. He didn’t get very far, though, with Logan hanging off of him. He laughed. “Logan.”
“Peanut, don’t leave me!”
Logan groaned when Leo pulled away to fill it up with water, narrowing his eyes when Leo held it to his lips. He sipped it slowly, draining the whole glass, green eyes challenging. Leo bit his lip around a smile.
When the glass was empty, Logan gasped out a breath. “Happy, soleil?”
Leo set the glass down. “Very.” He cupped Logan’s face. “You need to eat something soon, sweetheart.”
Logan huffed, reaching up to wind his arms around Leo’s neck and pulling him into a hug. “Fish, ici.”
“I’m right here, ten.”
“Closer.”
“Okay, okay.” Finn pressed harder against Logan’s back. “Geez, you’re demanding when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not.”
Leo snorted into Logan’s hair. “You’re more than halfway there at least, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s where he was resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “Love you.”
“Je t’aime,” Logan sighed. He pulled back just enough to catch Leo’s eye. “What are we doing?”
“We’re cooking, sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “And reminiscing.”
“About what?”
Leo and Finn smiled at each other. Leo ducked his chin down to look at Logan again, brushing his hair out of his face. “About how much we want each other.”
“Mm,” Logan hummed. He sighed and pressed into Leo’s chest. “Tell me later. I’m too tipsy to talk now.”
“Yes you are,” Finn agreed.
“I want you, too,” Logan said. He sounded halfway asleep. “I love you.”
Leo kissed his forehead once more before turning him in Finn’s arms, despite his protests. Finn cooed at him. “Poor baby.”
“Soleil,” Logan whined. “Come back.”
“I gotta finish the chili, honey. I’ll snuggle you at home, don’t worry.”
Logan groaned. “That’s so long away.”
Finn laughed. “I don’t think that was proper English.”
Logan smacked at his hip. “I’ll show you proper English.”
“Lo, baby, that doesn’t even make sense.”
Leo left them to their quiet bickering as he stirred the chili. Their voices warmed him, Logan’s comebacks slightly slurred and nonsensical. He could tell Finn was trying to hold in his laughter as Logan became increasingly opinionated, arguing for the sake of arguing while also burrowing his face into Finn’s neck. Eventually, their chatter subsided, and Logan was back to being sleepily cradled in Finn’s arms. Leo tapped the spoon on the side of one of the pots, deeming the chili sufficiently simmered, and turned to face his boyfriends again. Finn smiled, walking Logan backwards until he fell into Leo’s arms with a grunt. He settled right down again, a content sigh falling from his lips.
“Ready, baby?” Finn asked.
Leo smiled. “Ready.” He kissed Finn briefly, then Logan’s cheek. “Let’s call ‘em in for supper.”
SO it turns out my gaydar works super well. I was at someone’s birthday the other day, and I saw someone who looked VERY TRANS. My nonbinary self instantaneously knew, and I asked their pronouns. It turns out that I wasn’t the only enby there, and we’re friends now. They’re lesbian, and I’m pansexual with a female preference. We both have partners. We both have basic trans/enby names lol.
I honestly thought this was hilarious, and so did they, so I decided to share it.
I was talking to my friend about Are You Gay quizzes, and mentioned that I have never seen a trans man that didn't have/want a pair of Doc Martins, to which she replied "I don't know any trans people, so-" and I just started to wonder what I'm doing wrong? Do I need to do? Start wearing Spiderman shirts? Put on Cavetown???