Compilation of Characters Coming Out (to the reader) Part 2
Continuation of times my characters have come out, either to other characters or just stated in-narrative.
But I thought about last night. About the inside jokes and the play-bickering and how in-tune the group had been. How I’d spotted Myra’s awkward smile and how she’d made up an excuse to leave. How Finch had changed the subject when Amy had mentioned how packed the car was. How I’d seen the opportunity Neil had to make an asexuality joke when we were playing cards before he’d glanced Myra’s way and stayed quiet. I didn’t know enough about the situation to know if Finch had actually been mad at her last spring or just her parents, or even if that all got solved.
Peter (gay) (and Layla, lesbian)
Peter looked away from That One Spot On The Wall for a second, looking around the room but not to me, and then back at the wall, and then he said, very quietly. “He’s kind of my boyfriend.”
My eyes widened and I looked away quickly, looking at my legs. “Oh,” I whispered. “Fuck,” more to myself. And then I realized he was looking at me now and I hadn’t cursed through all of that and oh shit he came out to me and I cursed? But… holy crap. He’d come out to me? Peter. My best friend since fourth grade. Was gay. Holy crap. Also. He was gay, also. And he had a boyfriend?
[Excluded due to potentially triggering content]
I shook my head, swallowing my tears enough to speak. “I am a lesbian,” I said, and the words were so weird and tasted weird and all I’d ever heard of them spoken was bad and insulting and horrible and I’d never spoken it aloud to anyone before and I was still sobbing. “I— I’ve known for a long time but— I can’t— my parents can’t know, they— I—”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath and said, “I didn’t react right. When you came out.”
“No,” I said. “I wasn't. Please. I’m sorry. Do it again.”
He sighed and faced forward. “I don’t— fine. Layla, I’m gay.”
“Ohmygodmetoo,” I said all in one breath. I’d wanted it to sound casual and friendly but it came out in a rush and I felt my voice break at the end of it.
“Parker,” I sighed. “Please, you trust me, tell me what else is bothering you.”
I heard him say it that time, just loud enough for me to make it out. “Scrawny little closet case.”
“Oh,” I said. I didn’t know what to say about that. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is.” Parker said, and I regretted saying it. Of course it was.
“Sorry,” I said. “I know, she shouldn’t have said that. That was really cruel.”
“Am I obvious?” He asked.
“No,” I said, and even though I knew why Nora knew, or at last had an idea, I honestly didn’t know if he was or wasn’t. I was extremely biased, since I liked him, knew him extremely well, wanted him to like me back, had my own no-idea-how-reliable gaydar, and had twice as many days no one else observed him on, including one where we’d kissed. “No, you’re not, she was… making leaps. Maybe she didn’t even mean it that way.”
I’d been friends with Parker for a long time, but it hadn’t been until recently that I realized I had a crush on him.
[entire plot surrounding that crush]
“Told Nora I would,” Joce shrugged, pulling her phone from her back pocket and scrolling through it. Nora was Joce’s girlfriend.
“You told me when you first thought you might be gay, do you remember?”
“I’m asexual,” I said, in response to the dating question, the answer forming pretty quickly— I guess that was something I could say easily.
Hayln had had a friendly smile on zir face until ze saw me and recognized me. Zir smile dropped and zir eyes widened. I realized that in all that, I’d never figured out a good way to explain this.
Gods in general (nonbinary/agender/gender doesn't apply to gods)
“Well,” She set down her pen and hoisted herself on the counter to sit. “They’re only the god of time, and they control it, but they don’t control other things. There are other gods for that.”
“They?” I muttered. I wasn’t fully processing it. I was still on “god”
“They as in gender-neutral.” Alina explained, but that was probably the easiest part to understand. I lay down, grateful for the bed.
And how I’d found out about her first girlfriend before anyone else in the family, when she’d come into my room without knocking and sat on the bed and been smiling and pretending nothing was up to make me ask what was going on.
Finch (Nonbinary) (& Tyler, gay)
She sighed and tucked the locks of hair that had fallen behind her ear. “I don’t know. They think Finch’s a bad influence.”
“Finch is?” I almost laughed. There were plenty of things one could say about Finch, but they were no rebel. “They’re so sweet though.”
“Hey guys, this breathspray’ll give you a gay accent,” Neil said from a display behind us, and Finch lit up.
“Give me!” they flung over to Neil to grab it, and then Tyler grabbed it from Finch’s hands, playfully fighting over it. “No way, I need it more!” Finch grinned as they grabbed for it.
“No way, you’ll get a voice change with hormones, I need all the help I can get,” Tyler was grinning as he ran away from Finch and Finch chased him.