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averytiredphoenix · 3 years

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Welcome to gaylor tumblr!!! I'm a swiftgron but excited for some balanced kaylor takes. could you do a minipost of all the karlie references taylor did with lover era promo (like the butterfly mural)? TSYM and welcome again!!!

Thank you for the welcome! I’ve been on here for years but haven’t been gaylor on main in years! AND EVERYONE IS SO NICE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love that people are open to multiple interpretations and one of them is that we’re all clowns who know nothing

And ok omg so this was fun but also bittersweet and I had a post and lost it, but here is a mostly picture based summary of highlights:

The butterfly mural. Probably the loudest Kaylor nod. It was commissioned by Taylor to the artist Kelsey Montague who had famously painted a wings mural Taylor got a pic with in 2014. She also less famously doodled over the Kaylor Vogue cover with butterfly wings (wings are her thing), and it was shared on her website and all her socials. Kelsey said she didn’t know it was Taylor who requested the mural, but some standout images in it include the giraffe pattern on the outside, two ladybugs/ ladybirds (nice pun, Taylor 😉🐞🐞) and of course daisies

In YNTCD video there are plenty of trailers, including one with pride flag rainbow stripes and one in the lesbian flag colours, but there is only one airstream. It is outside the airstream that people protest. There was an airstream in their vogue photo shoot. Also interesting that the airstream was the yellow scene, Taylor had described Karlie as “sunshine” in the vogue best best friends video, the yellow stripe in the pride flag represents “sunlight and happiness” ☀️ (happiness 😳 don’t @ me, evermore album!😫😭)

In the same yellow scene, Taylor is sipping a cocktail with a straw that reads lover, fashioned in the same style as the bride straw Karlie had during her bachelorette weekend in 2018..... which included going to rep tour Nashville. Of course Taylor sold these straws as merch too.

We also got smacked with some Daisy imagery in YNTCD, and Taylor liked this post on tumblr about taking her Daisy away while the world burned behind her (and it was tweeted by someone with Karlie as their profile pic, then shared to tumblr by a Karlie fan -ksunshinek - the sunshine really jumped out ☀️☀️☀️

Another Daisy centric post Taylor liked with pics from the album photo shoot

Taylor’s performance outfit for the VMAs had a striking resemblance to one Karlie wore in a photo shoot in 2017. She likes twinning with Karlie, most famously her Out Of The Woods look on 1989 tour matching the bodysuit Karlie wore at VSFS 2013.

Lover the song. It was first released as a single on August 16th, 13 days after Karlie’s birthday and placed as the 3rd track on the album, Karlie’s bday is the 3rd. Then on some “”random”” Tuesday she drops the Lover remix with Shawn which includes a gold heart over her eye (gold is a Karlie thing), and that random Tuesday happened to be November 13th, the 6 year anniversary of when they first met! 13 days later she released the Lover first dance remix, but it was also the day after she performed it at the AMAs so isn’t as Kaylor

The heart purse merch. First of all, Taylor was papped with her black heart purse twice in June 2014, one of those times was sneaking in that garden gate at Karlie’s West Village home and then hanging out. Reachy, but the colour palette of the era was mostly 4 colours - the green, blue, purple & pink - but there were 3 options for the purse - reachy, but 3 is Karlie’s number

The album photo shoot behind the scenes video, Hi there, King of My Heart! Karlie is a Leo. These pics were said to be taken at her LA home (but I can’t find more sources other than fans, idk, maybe they went to a secret session and recognised it?), but the Lion in a crown being part of Taylor’s decor is interesting and it had nothing to do with the content of the photo shoot

In the video for ME! there was a panther looking figurine on the table near the window. Karlie’s walk is known as the panther

Another fashion parallel with similar horse earrings as to ones Karlie wore in her major runway show of 2017 - and why horses when the era was covered in unicorns? 🦄

Taylor replying to a fan on tumblr about how to use meowy as an adjective and mentioning a friend dressing up as catwoman for Halloween... I can’t with her

December was a fun month. On the 4th, aka, kissgate day, Taylor was randomly papped leaving Stella McCartney’s studio in London wearing her VSFS angel wings ring which is believed to have been given to her by Karlie as it is a gift from VS to their angels in the fashion show.

Project Runway had a challenge involving animal print and just decided to promote the Cats movie in it by having one of the giant prop doors and included footage from filming Cats in it..... strange.... but before the episode aired, Taylor posted this pic of herself with one of the giant prop doors. It was a very weird way of them being linked when no one on the project runway team was linked to the movie in any way AT ALL

I’m sure there is more, I didn’t do any lyric analysis and just pointed the most obvious Kaylor symbols in ME! & YNTCD. I didn’t go through all the interviews either yet, but these things seemed to be the most memorable and loudest moments. Karlie threw out some signals too, like constant sunset/ sky pics. She hasn’t posted a sky picture since April, but was allllll about the sky in Lover era, but this was about Taylor’s signals.

Hope that helps and I’m happy you asked for a mini post 🙈😂😂

#Kaylor #Kaylor history #Kaylor symbols #lover era #mini post #master post #I still need to work out a tagging system #🪦🌼#☀️#🌼

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hi-i-love-u-bitch · 4 years

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LGBTQ+ Harry Potter Headcannons that I say are cannon and JK Rowling can die mad about it 😊

Harry Potter is a disaster bisexual and half Arab on his father’s side

Hermione Granger is Black and pansexual as well as trans (MtF)

Ron Weasley is Asexual/Heteromantic

Ginny is pansexual

Fred and George are raging bisexuals

Literally none of the Weasley children are straight; Bill and Percy are bi and Charlie is gay

Luna Lovegood is a cottage core lesbian and uses They/Them pronouns

Molly Weasley knits Pride flags sweaters for all of her children with their own respective flags, fight me!

Arthur Weasley is very supportive of his children and always makes sure to educate himself (and others) every time he learns something new about the LGBTQ+ community

Draco Malfoy is fucking gay and you can’t change my mind!

Crabbe and Goyle are straight allies

Pansy Parkinson is aromantic/bisexual

Blaise Zabini is demisexual

Neville Longbottom is a soft pansexual ❤

Dean (bi) and Seamus (gay) are dating, fucking deal with it!

Cedric Diggory is a pansexual trans man and EVERY student at Hogwarts was in love with him! Don’t question me!

The only time Harry and Draco WEREN’T bickering (with loads of sexual/romantic tension) was when they were ogaling Cedric and complaining about how hot he was!

Hermione still went with Viktor Krum to the Yule Ball but Ron wasn’t all that bitter about it and instead suggested that he and Harry go as each other’s date. Harry agreed as well as suggested that they bring Luna along with them as well.

Luna was thrilled and accepted their invitation, making all three of them matching corsages and boutonnieres.

Sirius (gay) and Remus (pan) are married but they’re also polyamories so when Remus falls in love with Tonks Sirius is like “go for it dude”. So Remus starts dating Tonks and her and Sirius become good friends and when Remus wants to propose to her after a few years Sirius helps Remus pick out the ring that’ll match both of theirs.

A muggle born student gifts Dumbledore a mini rainbow pride flag and he sticks it on his hat like a feather. He hasn’t taken it off since.

McGonagall is bisexual and helped rally during one of the first pride marches in England back in the 70s

Once Hagrid learns about the LGBTQ+ community from Harry and Co. he asks them if they could get him some flags to hang around his hut so that every student knows it’s a safe place for all.

Hogwarts eventually starts allowing students to stay over the summer months if they have nowhere else to go or if their own home isn’t safe for them.

Harry knew he was bi since he was like 10 but he just didn’t have a word for it until he met Hermione (cuz she was smart and knew a lot of words)

Of course he never told the Dursleys this but one day (he was 14 at the time) he found Dudley crying in his room when he thought no one was home and Harry just had this strange feeling that he should talk to him.

So turns out that Dudley was bi too and he was not processing it as well as Harry did. Harry came out to him which somehow comforted Dudley a lot more than he thought it would; they talked all night long and it was the beginning of them mending their familial relationship with each other into something healthy.

Heromione told Ron and Harry that she was trans during their second year and she was so scared that they would reject her that she cried for a whole hour before being able to say anything properly. Ron and Harry comforted her the entire time and promised her that they would all remain friends no matter what.

After that if anybody even LOOKED at Hermione in any sort of offensive way Ron and Harry would go absolutely feral on their asses

It took a LONG while for Ron to figure out he was Asexual, like he knew that he liked girls he just didn’t wanna…go all the way with them.

He had thought there was something wrong with him because all the guys were always talking about their “experiences” with their partners and how good it was

At first he thought that maybe it was because he unknowingly liked guys but after a few curious make-out sessions with a couple of male class mates at parties he concluded that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t a terrible experience but it just wasn’t his cup of tea.

Eventually he caved and finally talked to Hermione and Harry who were both very patient and gave plenty of helpful advice. So in the end Ron found out that he wasn’t weird he was just asexual.

When Harry and Draco finally start dating every time they see Lucius in their range of sight they start acting obnoxiously couple-y just to piss him off.

Narcissa thinks it’s funny

Dolores Umbridge is a homophobe and everybody hated her even more (including Draco’s gang). This was the moment all four houses came together in perfect harmony and collectively fucked her over.

When Harry was sent to Umbridge’s office for detention and told to write “I must not tell lies” with a black quill he instead looked her straight in the eye and wrote down “raging bisexual” in all caps.

When Draco found this out he fell just a little bit more in love with Harry

During their DADA class as Umbridge was discussing Merlin, Draco made a disagreeable comment which led to a squabble between them. It ended with Draco rolling his eyes and scoffing: “If you honestly think Merlin was even remotely heterosexual then you’re even stupider than I previously though, you mythic bitch!”

The entire class was stun into awed silence and Harry would not stop making obvious heart eyes at Draco for entire week.

After double teaming on a particularly nasty prank on Umbridge, which involved replacing all her cat portraits with worted toads, configuring all her sweets into slugs, hiding spiders and harmless snakes in her desk draws, and changing anything pink in her office to a gross bog water color, Harry and Draco finally got together. They were caught by Umbridge making-out under the stairwell and sent to detention.

She tried to get them expelled for their prank but she didn’t have enough evidence against them to prove that they did it.

(AN: Please add your own headcannons that you think should be cannon ❤I would love to read them❤)

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creativia10 · 2 years

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Another Way

Summary: Two instances. Virgil is very anxious on the first Valentine's Day after Thomas first came out. Patton checks on him.

Then, after Thomas has met Nico, Janus gives an early friendly Valentine's gift to Patton, who is having a harder time than he'd like others to know.

Notes: Note, this refers to character Thomas. Also, I have not experienced coming out like what is referenced in this fic. I felt inspired to write this from a short about fanfictions on Valentine's Day and felt like adding some mostly platonic fluff. Let me know if I missed anything. I'm not Catholic myself.

I may go back over and edit this.

Pairings: Platonic Virgil & Patton, Patton and Janus

Word count: 1426

Warnings: Religious mention?, mentions of fear of homophobia, anxiety attack

(1stValentines day after C!Thomas Came out)

Virgil was not doing great. Clearly. Not that this was unusual for him by any means. He was sitting on the floor in his room, back against his bed, fingers fisted in his hair. He could almost feel how much darker his eye shadow was, like it was pulsing. What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to do?

They know now. Everyone knows. What would be the expectations now? It wasn’t even that Thomas was alone for this gross mushy holiday. But everything felt different now. Were there more eyes on him now? Would church experience be different now? Especially if they ran into someone outside of the church.

Virgil couldn’t help but picture all the different ways Thomas might be looked at now, especially on this day. Would his guy friends avoid him now? Not to mention there would always be those girls who would obsess over the love lives of gay guys. Would more of them reveal themselves now that he was out?

Virgil’s room pulsed. It was probably darker than normal, not that he noticed. He should probably be paying more attention to what Thomas’s actual plans were for the day. Oh gosh, would his expectations change now that Thomas was out? Was he expected to be more romantic?

Virgil almost didn’t hear the knock on his door. Then again, he didn’t get many knocks on his door so it was unexpected.

“Anxiety Kiddo? Can I come in?”

Virgil took a shaky breath. He wanted to make an effort not to immediately lash out at the other while he was feeling this anxious. Patton didn’t deserve that. He didn’t want to make this day worse in any unreasonable way.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat. “I guess?”

Patton opened the door and hesitantly came in.

“What do you want?” Virgil asked and winced as his tempest voice came out. Patton flinched, no doubt surprised, but then gave Virgil a shaky smile.

“I uh just wanted to check in on you.”

Virgil just stared at the other for a moment. He wasn’t sure what good the other expected to come of this. How did he even respond? Patton seemed to figure as much though.

He fully entered the room and sat next to Virgil, leaving a comfortable amount of space.

“I got you some water, to help make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

Virgil bit back his instinctive comment that it would do any good. After all, Patton had been one of the more reluctant of the sides, along with Virgil, to Thomas coming out. So maybe he was understanding to how Virgil was feeling.

Virgil took the glass and stared at the drink.

“…I thought you said this was water. Why is it purple?”

“Uh,” Patton let out a sheepish laugh. “Well, I wanted to make it seem special in some way, so I added food coloring. I know you like black but I was reminded too much of poison thanks to a certain green side’s comments.”

Virgil snorted a little at that.

“And, well, I sorta made a guess on a brighter color that might be close to one you’d like, sort of a process of elimination given the colors that go with each of the rest of us sides. Plus, it had to be associated with the rainbow. Oh, and I have something else.”

Patton brought out a small rainbow flag onto his lap.

“I didn’t know if you’d be interested or not, but here’s one if you want. And you can do whatever you want with it.”

Virgil certainly had nothing else that resembled the bright colors of the rainbow in any of his things. He took the offered rainbow flag and just let it rest on his own lap. Patton smiled a little at him.

“Uh, thanks I guess.” Virgil said. Patton smiled at him.

(Days before the first Valentine’s Day since Thomas met Nico)

Patton wasn’t really sure how he felt. Roman and Virgil were both busy helping Thomas figure out what to do for Valentine’s day now that there was a romantic interest. Roman kept suggesting grand gestures, Virgil reigning him in. Thomas somehow attempting to find a balance from the two giving him input. Patton didn’t really mind that he wasn’t contributing. He trusted his kiddos. There wasn’t really a moral quandary about this. He would just feel how Thomas did about the upcoming heart day.

Patton liked Nico. He did. He hoped things would turn out well with this one. Patton was a bit hesitant to give himself into this new blooming relationship yet. He hoped the others hadn’t picked up on it though, he didn’t want to get in the way. The last serious relationship Thomas had was just a really hard hit for Patton when it ended, the way it did. Patton was sure Virgil understood. He was afraid to bring it up at all though. This was something good for Thomas. After everything that happened with the callback and the wedding, it was the least that he could do to let them try this. Goodness knows he’d made enough mistakes that hurt them lately. Besides, it had become clear to Patton that he didn’t really know what he was doing anymore.

He was sitting at the kitchen island, just tapping his fingers. It was a surprisingly lowkey moment in their usually busy schedules, hence the Valentines’ plan discussions.

“Ehm.”

Patton blinked and looked up to the surprise that was Deceit, no Janus there. The snake side had an unreadable look on his face. It was hard to read him anyways though.

“Oh,uh. Yes Janus? I figured you’d be with the others.”

Janus rolled his eyes and slunked over to sit across from Patton.

“Yes, cause I’m sure the two sides who adore me most are just dying to hear my input on Thomas’s love life.”

Patton frowned and looked down. “Oh. Right.”

Janus’s face softened and he sighed. “I didn’t feel the need to contribute anyways. Thomas wants to start his interactions with Nico in an…honest,” he said the word as though it disgusted him, “way. I’m just waiting for now to see if he changes his mind on anything. Not that I expect that to happen. The two are already disgustingly cute as is. Nothing to pretend about.”

“Mhm,” Patton said, a lack of feeling to his voice.

“Anyways,” Janus set town a circular box in yellow in front of Patton on the kitchen island.

“Happy Greeting Card day, or whatever.”

Patton blinked and looked down at it. Well he certainly didn’t expect that from the other.

“Jan it’s not even Valentine’s day yet.”

“Oh, like we really care about adhering to societal expectations of what day to celebrate holidays around here. I had it, so I thought I would just go ahead and give it now. While you’re unoccupied. Go ahead. It’s totally going to open by itself…Actually, I probably could have had it do that, but it wasn’t the original plan here.”

Patton pulled the top off. In the circle box was a bunch of cookies. Janus cleared his throat.

“You know. In case you’re feeling dangerous at all…”

It took Patton probably too long to get it. When he saw what Janus was doing a big smile stretched on his face. Janus’s lips flickered to a sincere smile, before he smoothed his face out again.

“I included a cookie inspired by each of your favorite Sides…for your family.”

Like he said, each one had a color scheme that was clear which side it was representative of. Blue, Purple, Red, Light Blue, and Yellow.

“Each has a flavor that makes sense for who it’s inspired by. I am sure they’re not hard to guess.”

Patton was unable to help a little squeal. Then he launched himself at Janus to hug him. Janus startled and stumbled back a couple of steps before catching himself.

“Oh, how sentimental.” Janus said, but he hugged Patton back anyways.

“Thank you so much Jan! This is so sweet of you!”

“Oh nonsense, it’s not a big deal. Societal expectations are nonsense, but a nice gesture for a friend doesn’t do harm in this case. Just don’t expect me to get all soft or anything. This is as good as you’re going to get.”

Patton giggled and pulled away, wiping away the tears that were starting creep. Janus let his expression soften again.

“You’re allowed to get something good that you like, Patton. Don’t forget that.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #ts virgil #ts patton #ts janus #valentines day #platonic fluff #angst/fluff

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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In The Future

((I think my writing senses might be coming back so let’s test them out by writing some smallsper in the superpowers au!))

Tw: implied homophobia

...

“Tell me ‘bout the future.”

Smalls smiled, even knowing that the request was completely illogical and the girl in front of her knew it.

Sniper was cute, and her hair felt nice as Smalls ran her fingers through it, the brown-eyed girl’s head in her lap. Smalls would give her everything, but this was one thing she physically couldn’t.

“You know I can’t do that.”

Sniper shrugged, “Are you sure?”

“Did you take a blow to the head recently?”

Smalls’s power was that she could flash forward a few seconds. She could see someone’s move before they made it, enabling her to win dance battles and physical fights. Performing on the street, she could ask a question to someone, flash forward, and then answer it herself before they did.

But she couldn’t go forward more than a few seconds. Sniper knew that.

“No.”

“Are ya sure? You and Snipeshooter did have a shootin’ contest a couple days back.”

Sniper whacked her in the arm, “I’s been thinkin’ ‘bout powers, Smalls. And I know it ain’t really science, cause nobody cares enough to do a real study or nothin’ on powered people, but I’s overheard Jack talkin’ with Davey yesterday.”

When she paused, Smalls rolled her eyes.

“‘Bout what?” she asked, taking the cue.

“Powered people,” Sniper answered, smirking as she sat up, “How to help ‘em use their gifts better. Y’know not everybody has as good control as you and me.”

Smalls nodded, thinking of a few specific boys, “Yeah.”

“Davey said somethin’ ‘bout all powered people gettin’ a big power boost ‘round their 15th birthday. And I didn’t notice till now, but it’s true.”

Smalls frowned, thinking about it.

She’d never thought of it before, but now that she was thinking about it...

Blink had always been hard to see, but around his 15th birthday, he’d disappeared almost completely.

Mike and Ike had started sticking together even more than before around theirs, as the only ones who could check each other’s powers if necessary.

Albert had mysteriously lost all control he had over his powers and had to learn it all back when he turned 15.

“So, you’s noticed that for you, too?” Smalls asked, because Sniper’s 15th birthday was a few months ago.

Sniper nodded, “I can shoot ‘round corners now. I don’t gotta aim, or even really see whatever I’m shootin’ at anymore; I just gotta know where it is.”

“That seems like cheatin’.”

“Well, apparently, Snipeshooter’s been able to do it since I met him, and he’s been cheatin’ in shootin’ contests.”

Smalls laughed at the bitter tone in her voice, “Against Snipeshooter, it might be fair, but Finch is gonna be pissed when he finds out.”

“Don’t tell him! I need to win back my marbles!”

Smalls laughed again. She’d always found it funny, how annoying her girl found it that Finch didn’t even need sure-fire powers to damn near never miss a target. He was just that good on his own.

“Anyway,” Sniper said, fidgeting with the hem of her vest, “I was thinkin’. Since your 15th birthday was a few days ago... have ya tried to see forward farther than a few seconds?”

To be honest... well, Smalls hadn’t tried, and she didn’t really want to. The future wasn’t a simple thing. Even only being able to see forward a few seconds, you sometimes saw things you were too slow or too weak to stop.

Being able to see forward more than that... what if she saw something bad? Something she really didn’t want to see? After all, casting your mind into the future wasn’t an exact art. Even if somehow, nothing drastically bad happened in the next who-knew-how-long...

Well, people didn’t live forever, and Smalls didn’t want to accidentally see that.

In the end, she just shrugged, “Ain’t really felt the need to.”

“Can you try?” Sniper asked, “For me?”

Smalls hesitated.

Sniper was quick-witted and smart. It was one of the things that Smalls liked most about her. But she didn’t know anything about the future. How time and looking through it worked.

Smalls did, because she had to.

But even knowing what she could see, just the image of Sniper’s beautiful face made her want to try to see something beautiful.

She grabbed her girl’s hands and squeezed, “What should I look for?”

“How ‘bout...” Sniper thought about it, “Somewhere we’ll be safe. If that exists.”

Smalls was sure there was at least one path that would lead to that. She just wasn’t sure which one it would be.

Then she realized how tightly Sniper was gripping her hands, and... oh.

Most powered people could look out for themselves. If their gift didn’t protect them directly, it got them friends who could. There was a lot of hate out there, but being a powered person wasn’t really dangerous in any way that couldn’t be worked around. That didn’t change the fact that they shouldn’t have to, but it did mean that they were capable of it.

But there was something else that was never safe, and the only way you could be safe was to make sure nobody found out. At least nobody who wasn’t like you or wasn’t very, very good at keeping secrets.

If there was one thing normal people hated more than a powered person, it was a queer powered person.

Smalls smiled at her best girl. She couldn’t imagine preferring a boy to the young woman in front of her.

“I’ll look for a future where we can be safe together.”

Sniper’s eyes were the last thing she saw before closing her eyes to concentrate.

She only got an image, an echo of cheers, and it came with a searing headache, but it was enough.

“I’m sorry,” Sniper said anxiously, clearly able to see Smalls’s pain, “I’m sorry, Smalls, I won’t ask ya to do that again! That was stupid. I’m—“

“I saw something,” Smalls gasped, blinking to clear her vision.

Sniper hesitated, clearly still more worried about the pain than her own curiousity.

“It was New York,” Smalls said, even though she didn’t ask, “Rainbow flags everywhere, and other combinations, too. Lots of flags that don’t belong to any country I know. And people wearin’ ‘em on clothes and singin’ and chantin’. It was beautiful, Sniper, and we’s gonna hafta live to be damn old ladies to see it, but... not that I wanna stay in this world that long, but to see this, it might be worth it.”

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Sniper asked, clearly still concerned.

Smalls grinned. Even if she had a terrible headache now, even if she never wanted to try looking that far into the future again, that one image had been enough.

Sure, it was far off. Over a hundred years from their present 1901, but it would be worth it if they could live long enough just to see one event like that.

“Let’s just say that one day, we’re gonna have pride in who we are.”

#newsies #superpowers au #newsie powers au #smallsper #smalls newsies #sniper newsies #violet’s writing

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bestillmyslashyheart · 4 years

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Inked

Happy Birthday @bisexualalienblast!! I hope you are having the most wonderful day and that this little bit of fluff makes you smile

also on Ao3

“Wait, wait, wait!” Liz called over everyone. The room was slow to settle, too much alcohol involved to keep them quiet. “Mikey, you didn’t answer.”

Everyone turned to Michael who merely drummed his fingers on the table and stared Liz down. “Gimme a shot.” He crooked a finger at the bottle in the middle of the table as everyone groaned.

“C’mon! You can’t drink,” Isobel cajoled. “Just tell us about one.”

“Just one!”

“Please?”

Michael stared around the table at each of his friends and siblings, each of them craned forward eagerly, hoping against hope that Michael would finally answer the question. Each of them but one, that is. Alex leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow in a dare. Michael wasn’t sure if he was daring him to talk or to keep his mouth shut.

He reached for the bottle.

“You’re no fun!” Rosa griped. “You have multiple tattoos, man, why not explain one of them?”

“It’s no use,” Max grumbled. “He’ll never tell. He’ll just show up one day with a new one and never mention it no matter how many times you ask.” Michael grinned as he threw back his shot.

As the turn passed to Kyle and his regrettable decision to choose Dare, Michael slowly ran a finger along the outline of the guitar on his arm. It had faded with the years and the long hours in the sun but it was still readily visible, bold against the pale skin of his forearm. A foot nudged his and Michael looked up to see Alex smiling, his eyes moving from the guitar to the other tattoos Michael had hidden under his clothes.

Max was only mostly right when he said Michael never explained his ink. Alex knew what each of them meant, even if Michael had never actually said the words and the reverse was equally true. Their friends might not know but Alex had his own fair share of tattoos hidden under his clothing and only Michael knew the story behind each one.

Kyle took a shot instead of doing Isobel’s Dare and the game continued. Michael stopped paying attention, lost in thought as he continued to stroke the tattoo.

2008

“I want to do something stupid.”

“Like join the military?” Michael scoffed. Alex smacked him lightly on the stomach. They very carefully weren’t talking about Alex’s pending departure, even as it crept closer by the second.

“I want a tattoo,” Alex announced.

“Oh yeah?” Michael turned his head. “What of?”

Alex studied the stars overhead. “Would it be stupid if I said I wanted to get the UFO Emporium logo?” His voice was quiet but the night was so still, Michael heard him as clearly as if he’d been shouting. His heart skipped a beat.

“That depends, I guess. Do you just really love your job?”

Alex turned to look at him. “No.”

Michael didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if it was arrogant of him to assume that Alex meant their first kiss was so noteworthy that he wanted to permanently mark his skin as a reminder but he wasn’t sure what else would make Alex get that logo as a tattoo.

Alex pulled away when Michael didn’t say anything, a few inches of space suddenly appearing between them. Michael’s side grew cold and he rolled over until he was perched over Alex, his good hand bracing him next to his head. “Would it be stupid if I got a tattoo of your guitar?”

A smile slowly inched its way across Alex’s face. “No logo?” Michael shook his head. No way was he getting a fake alien head put anywhere on his body. Alex ran a hand down his hip. “I think a guitar would look pretty cool.”

“Michael!”

He leaned back just in time to avoid Kyle’s ‘friendly’ punch to the arm. “What?”

“Truth or Dare?”

“Again?” He groaned.

“Yup,” Maria popped. “So, which is it gonna be?”

He knew she was going to ask about his tattoos again, he just knew it. For some reason, it had been the topic of the night, what ink people had and why and what ink they’d consider getting in the future. Somehow Alex had managed to stay out of the discussion altogether, Michael thought as he glared at him across the table. Alex smiled innocently and motioned to Maria who was still waiting for an answer. “Truth,” he forced out, wishing he was a bit more drunk and willing to do whatever madness Maria came up with.

“Why the hell would you get a tattoo of your own hat?” Alex choked on his beer as the rest of the group stared at Michael incredulously.

“You have a tattoo of your hat?” Kyle asked.

Michael rolled his eyes and ignored Alex as he died silently on the other side of the table. “I like my hat and I didn’t want to lose it. I figured if I ever lost the actual thing at least I’d always have a bit of it with me.”

2012

“Is that what I think it is?” Alex stopped in the middle of what he was doing, Michael’s jeans hanging by one leg as Alex stared at his now naked limb.

Michael propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Alex perched between his legs. “What?”

Alex ran a finger over the inside of his calf. His touch was light enough that Michael had to stop himself from flinching as it started to tickle. He knew now what Alex was staring at. “I didn’t want to lose it,” he admitted quietly. “You gave it to me.” Alex surged up and kissed him.

“I can’t believe you got a tattoo of your own hat,” he laughed into Michael’s hat.

“You bought it for me,” Michael repeated. “It’s the first gift anyone’s ever given me and it came from you. Why wouldn’t I want to keep it forever?” Alex stared at him, mouth agape, for a moment before he kissed him again.

“Well,” he panted when he pulled back. “I feel less dumb now.”

“Oh?”

Alex grinned and tugged off his shirt, Michael helping him as soon as he realized what Alex was doing. As soon as the offending fabric was gone, Michael pressed a kiss to Alex’s sternum. He started to move towards Alex’s nipples but Alex grabbed his hair and gently pulled him back. Without a word, Alex turned slightly and directed Michael’s head down until he focused on the black ink scrawling up Alex’s right ribcage.

stole the guitar right outta my hands

stole my whole heart too

who knew we’d be lost forever

“Is that-?” Michael’s hand shook slightly as he ran a finger over the words. They were his. He’d written them the last time he’d seen Alex, the other man plucking at his guitar strings as they made music together.

“We didn’t get to finish it but I didn’t care,” Alex told him softly. He chuckled. “It’s our song.”

Michael had to kiss him then so he did. “You’re a sap. I’m a terrible song writer.”

“You are,” Alex agreed instantly. “But I don’t care.”

Michael kissed him again then ducked his head to kiss the words. His words.

“That’s a dumb reason to get something inked onto your body forever,” Rosa was saying as he tore himself from the memory. “I approve.” Michael grinned and reached out a fist for her to bump. She did so with minimal eye roll.

“Alright,” Michael shifted in his seat. “Alex.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” He grinned even as their friends shot him down. Michael even stood up and was halfway across the table before Liz shoved him back.

“That doesn’t count. Do something else.”

“Why doesn’t it count?” Michael protested with a laugh. “He said Dare, I gave him a dare.”

“It’s not a dare when you two make out all the time anyway,” Kyle rolled his eyes. He’d been happy for them when they got their shit together for about one day before he’d quickly tired of their PDA. “Do something else.”

Michael hummed. “Ok,” he grinned at Alex. “I dare you to show them a tattoo.”

Utter silence. And then-

“You have a tattoo!?” Liz and Maria yelled in unison, whirling around to stare at Alex as Rosa whooped with delight.

“Since when?” Liz asked.

“What happened to the guy who hated tattoos with a passion?” Maria followed. “You’ve always hated tattoos.”

Alex shrugged and grabbed a shot. Rosa was across the table in a second and pinned his wrist to the table. “Nuhuh, Manes. Show us the goods.”

“Don’t you think if I’d wanted you all to know I had a tattoo, I’d have shown you before now?”

“So your boyfriend’s playing dirty, tough luck,” Isobel was entirely unsympathetic. “Show us!”

Alex glared at Michael before sighing and nodding. “Fine. But I need you to let go.” Rosa held up both hands with a ‘who me?’ expression plastered on her face.

With his arms free, he slipped his jacket off his left side and quickly rolled up the sleeve to expose his shoulder. There in bright colors, only lightly faded from time but not the sun, was a pride flag stretched across the width of his shoulder.

“Huh,” Liz mused. “For some reason, that was not what I was expecting.” Alex rolled his eyes and put his jacket back on.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Liz huffed.

“I was expecting some old school emo reference or something,” Maria laughed. Michael snorted and quickly covered it up with a fake cough.

“I got it after my first Pride,” Alex admitted. “Seemed like the thing to do.” He met Michael’s gaze, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he tried to hide his smile.

2014

It was the first time they’d gone to a tattoo parlor together. Both of their first tattoos were done on their own to be shown later but this one, this one they wanted to do together.

Michael chatted happily with the artist as the woman got set up while Alex sat nearby, his phone in his hand as he scrolled through his photos.

“Is this good?” The artist asked as she placed the stencil on Michael’s arm. She held up a mirror and Michael gave her the okay to go ahead.

“Anything good?” Michael had to speak a bit louder to be heard over the gun as she got started. Alex shifted without a word, angling his body and his phone so Michael could see the screen.

“We’ve got a couple of good ones in here,” Alex told him even as he deleted a blurry photo. “I still can’t believe you bought that hat.”

Michael glanced at said hat in the corner, the sparkles catching the light and sending little rainbows around the room. “I felt naked without mine.”

“So you got the least subtle thing available?”

Michael nodded slowly, careful not to jostle his arm as the artist switched colors. “I like that one.”

Alex stopped, his thumb poised to swipe to the next one. “Really?” He looked awful, his hair a sweaty mess and his make up smeared.

“We look happy.”

Alex looked at it again, this time ignoring the make up and the sweat and instead focusing on their smiles. They really did look happy. Without a word he sent it to Michael.

“First Pride?” The artist asked with a smile. Both of them nodded. “Is it going to be your last?”

“No,” Michael told her immediately.

“Definitely not,” Alex echoed.

“Good.” She switched colors again, this time etching the purple stripe onto Michael’s skin. A few more minutes and she deemed him good to go.

Alex took some photos of his new tattoo, the bi flag colors stark against his skin, while the artist cleaned up and got herself set to do Alex’s flag.

“Which shoulder?” She asked as Alex settled in the chair. “Right, like his?” She nodded at Michael. Alex followed her gaze and considered him briefly before shaking his head.

“Right.”

“Who’s next?” Alex got the game back on track and diverted their questions away from his tattoo. Michael marveled at the ease with which he did so, envious at how Alex neatly escaped the endless questions Michael was forever subjected to. Max looked like he wanted to ask another question but Alex stole his attention with a dare for Liz to give Maria a lapdance.

Michael pulled out his phone to record as Isobel queued the music. Liz rounded the table and pulled Maria’s chair back from the table to give herself room to work.

“You okay with this?” Maria pulled her hands away from her face laughing and nodded for Liz to go ahead. Liz grinned and got to work. The first few seconds were graceful but Liz quickly lost her composure and the dance turned into utter silliness. At one point she leaned back too far and Maria had to grab her waist to stop her from falling onto the floor. She didn’t quite stop her in time to prevent Liz from hitting the glasses on the edge of the table.

“Oh shit,” Liz laughed as Maria helped her sit back up. “I’m sorry!”

Alex waved her off even as he held up his dripping sleeve to protect the rest of her clothes. Kyle grabbed the overturned glasses as Isobel hopped up to grab napkins. Michael helped Max clear the table so Isobel could wipe up the spilled tequila.

“I’ll throw those out,” he took the dirty napkins from Isobel as she switched to a wet rag to make sure the table was sticky.

“Well hello there,” Michael leered as he entered the kitchen to find a shirtless Alex hunched over the sink. “You okay?”

“It soaked through my jacket to the sleeve,” Alex explained as he scrubbed at the stain. Michael tossed the napkins in the trash and grabbed Alex’s shirt to help out. They worked in silence for a minute before Isobel interrupted.

“Holy shit, you’ve got ink,” she stared at the five tattoos littering Alex’s upper body.

“Iz-” Michael warned as Alex turned away from her. He’d always been a little shy about his ink.

She tossed the dirty rag at Michael and retreated to the living room without another word.

“It’s fine,” Alex waited until she was gone to speak.

“Yeah, it is.” Michael answered, responding to the concern Alex hadn’t voiced. “She won’t bring it up.”

Alex ran a hand down his chest in thanks and Michael grabbed it. He dropped the shirt to cup Alex’s hand and press a kiss to his wrist, his lips caressing the numbers inked there.

2019

“Guerin,” Alex panted as Michael attacked his neck. Michael hummed. “Where’s your truck?”

“In the parking lot,” Michael mumbled as he pressed open mouth kisses to Alex’s collarbone, the top buttons on his shirt suddenly undone.

“Guerin,” Alex warned when Michael didn’t move. “I’m not hooking up with you in the back room of our high school reunion.”

Michael finally lifted his head. “You hate the Airstream.”

Alex rolled his eyes as he tangled his fingers in Michael’s hair. “I don’t hate it. It’s not the most comfortable, sure. But it’s infinitely better than this.” He looked around the store room they’d found themselves in.

Michael sighed and took a step back, grinning when Alex let out a low whine at the separation. He jerked his head. “Let’s go.”

Alex grabbed his crutch and quickly followed. They didn’t talk during the walk to Michael’s truck, dipping around the edge of the room to avoid Isobel and Maria. The drive to the Airstream was also silent except for the faint sounds of the radio, carefully tuned to Alex’s favorite station. The closer they got the more the nerves settled in between them.

They’d spoken since Alex’s accident but this was the first time they’d seen each other. Michael’s hands ached with the need to touch Alex, to prove to himself that Alex was real and here and alive. But Alex was home for good now and it felt like there were things that needed to be said that weren’t and the words hung heavy in the air.

“Hey,” Alex grabbed his jacket as they stood awkwardly in the middle of the Airstream. It was the first thing either of them had said since leaving the reunion and Michael feared for a moment that he was about to leave but he just pushed it off of his shoulders. Michael tossed it to the side the second it slipped off his wrists. Alex fingered the buttons on his shirt, an uneasy look on his face.

Michael cupped his face slowly and Alex sank into it. He leaned forward and kissed Michael before Michael had a chance to move. They lost themselves to it for a few minutes, only separating when Alex pushed Michael’s shirt over his head, Alex’s shirt already on the floor.

“What’s this?” Michael grabbed Alex’s hand as it moved back to his hair. There was black ink on the fine skin on the inside of his wrist, ink that hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen Alex.

Alex didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed Michael gently until he fell back onto the bunk. Alex sat next to him to remove his jeans and leg and Michael shucked his own pants and boots.

“What’s that?” Alex pointed at his ankle as it was bared to him. Michael eyed his own new ink and kissed Alex instead.

Later, the sweat cooling on their skin as they lay tangled together in the small bed, Alex cupped Michael’s face with his right hand, angling his wrist so Michael could read it.

“They look like coordinates,” Michael rubbed a thumb over the numbers.

“They are,” Alex’s voice was soft. “For here.”

“Roswell?” Michael raised an eyebrow.

Alex hummed. “After the- well, after, I wanted a reminder of where home was.”

“You hate Roswell?”

Alex nodded. “But you’re here.” He shifted and started to pull his arm back but Michael held tight. “Home’s not always a place.”

Michael didn’t offer any comments, just pressed gentle kisses along the tattoo. After a moment he sat up and tossed off the sheet covering them.

“Michael?”

Michael turned his leg so that Alex could see the new ink on his ankle. Alex looked at him for permission before reaching out and thumbing the six numbers. 072318

“What do they mean?”

“It’s the day you called me from the hospital,” Michael admitted. “I’d heard about the incident in Iraq since it was on the news and I had the worst feeling that you’d been involved. It was only when you called me that I felt like I could breathe again. It was the day I knew I hadn’t lost you. That you were safe.”

Alex couldn’t quite reach his ankle with his lips so he rubbed the numbers again before pulling Michael’s head down to kiss him.

“I’m safe,” he promised. “I’m okay.”

“And you’re here.”

A loud throat clearing pulled them apart. “You have to come back to the table at some point,” Isobel admonished.

Alex glanced over his shoulder at her. “Says who? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Isobel arched her eyebrow. “You’re not having sex in my kitchen.” Alex turned to Michael and they shared a conspiratorial look that made Isobel groan. “I’m disinfecting this whole place.”

Michael handed Alex his shirt, the tequila stain not coming out but at least it wasn’t sticky anymore. “We could always go home.”

“We could.” Alex tugged his shirt on. “We shouldn’t, though. We promised a group night.”

Michael nodded. “We did promise.”

They stumbled through the front door of the cabin 20 minutes later, Liz and Maria’s jeers still ringing in their ears. They got ready for the night individually, coming back together in the bed.

“I still can’t believe you got this,” Michael fingered the old alien logo tattoo on Alex’s hip. A year prior, Alex had gotten it touched up and added a cowboy hat to it.

“Well I’m not just gonna have any old alien on my body for forever,” Alex teased as he kissed the mark over Michael’s heart. He’d had mixed feelings about it when Michael told him what he wanted to get but he’d come to love it. His time in the Air Force had had its drawbacks, particularly for their relationship, but it had been a huge part of Alex’s life. After he’d received his discharge papers, Michael had gone out and gotten his rank tattooed on his chest. Captain Alex Manes was forever a part of him, now, just as it would forever be a part of Alex himself.

Michael rolled him onto his back and kissed his way through Alex’s tattoos before ending on the large mark on his left ribcage, the skin still healing. It was the alien map that had haunted Michael since he was a child. Michael had teased Alex for getting the same tattoo as his brother but he’d been not so secretly touched that Alex had wanted a map to Michael’s home.

“You think we’re done getting tattoos?” Alex mused, his fingers carding through Michael’s hair as Michael continued to explore.

“Maybe but I doubt it,” Michael leaned up to kiss him. “I’m sure we’ll have more moments we want to remember forever. Personally, I’m looking forward to adding another date somewhere.”

“Oh yeah?” Alex laughed. “You got one picked out already?”

“Not yet. Figured we could pick that one out together.”

Alex hummed, a small smile on his face. “Is this what I think it is?”

Michael shook his head. “Nope. When I propose, you’re gonna know it.”

“I look forward to it.” Alex leaned up and kissed him, long and slow. “But not tonight.”

“Not tonight,” Michael agreed, chasing Alex’s lips as he leaned back. “We’re busy tonight.”

#malex fic #rnm #my fic #i was told that i've been to angsty lately so fluff was needed #so i give fluff

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mxbitters · 4 years

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Can you post photos of the stuffed animals? 🥺 Or at least your favorites?

bro you’re in luck you get to see ALL OF THEM(or at least everything i can see without getting out of bed yet). this is gonna be EXTENSIVE. names if applicable and lore will be under the photos :)

simba!! this dudes 10 years older than me but he’s just vibing, this dudes probably the oldest stuffed animal i have and like the longest time ive had one but it never occurred to me til now!

i’ll go left to right top to bottom here.

1. batman aka the only dude i ever won at an amusement park. it was six flags and that game where you spray water at the target by the way

2. you can’t see him but he’s a panda my friend got me two years ago, he doesn’t have a name yet because im bad at names. you wouldn’t think he’s newer though because i hug that one a lot so he’s been very loved :)

3. this dude’s name is applefur :’) i’ll just leave it at i lowkey had a warrior cats phase as a kid. he’s one of the dudes i had back when like. i was a kid playing with toys,, he has a very happy personality i love him very much

4. (first on bottom) patti, a mysterious friend of mysterious origins. no seriously i can’t remember where i got them. a thrift store maybe????? they’re a friend though. what i like about beanie babies (and certain webkinz like applefur) is that they can fit in a big pocket so you can take them on adventures :)

5. bucky!!! we went on vacation to new hampshire one year, everybody hated it except me! i’d pick new england mountains over any fuckin beach any day. i love it. anyway that being said his name was in honor of a different vacation moment. last summer we went to virginia, this specific place was like crawling with deer (which was wonderful!!! the only thing i liked!! well ok the arcade too but..) and i had a moment getting really close to a deer. like within a few feet.. i heard someone yell and thought i was in trouble but the dude gave me a carrot. this deer’s name was bucky and he was a regular, people just fed the dude. of course i had to put it on the ground for him to pick up but it was still super nice :) bucky is a good friend

6. i don’t think this dude has a name?? i’m pretty sure he too was a thrift friend. mysterious lad but another pocket adventurer if i’m wearing my super big denim jacket :)

same arrangement as last?? i guess??

1. i’ll sometimes call this dude mumble like in happy feet but i don’t think any name’s specifically stuck?? they’re such a joyful penguin though.. :) 🖤

2. i. i don’t know their name. an insurance company gave my middle school a bunch of stuffed dogs with their logo on it so i just. got two? i don’t know where the other dude went.. :( my edgy “i hate everything and i don’t respect stuffed animals” phase was in 7th/8th grade and i am not fucking proud of it. he’ll turn up though..

3. ehh since they’re so tall LOLA! my slightly possessed friend here makes an excellent pocket buddy and they’re v soft like a lil kitten and sometimes i will just. deadass talk to them as i go through my thought processes which is fun.. i love lola :)

4. this friend i believe was a gift from my gramma, she’s got a big hole near her foot though so i need to patch that up :(

5. he doesn’t have a name either (y’all are welcome to suggest names for my nameless friends by the way!!!) but was a gift from my sister a few years back :)

6. tracker! i literally do NOT know where he came from he just turned up in the house one day and nobody claimed him so of course i adopted the lad,, sometimes i still wonder though,,,,,

this is a really bad picture but everybody was falling!!!

1. sammy! like samson because the wild was a movie i really liked growing up, i’m,,,,using him like a pillow as i do this :’)

2. (horse friend) i think i started calling him rusty because of this horse i met who was lovely handsome and stepped on my foot once?? wait shit my writing teacher named him....oh fuck i forgot the name i’ll get back to this......this dude was totally my stuffed unicorns boyfriend.. where is that unicorn i gotta find them so they can reunite 🖤

3. beagle hidden behind everyone! i sometimes would call her jessie because growing up i had a beagle named jessie and she was like a mama dog,, she’d always look out for me. but like i don’t think they should have the same names so bear with me and offer suggestions if you want I guess??

4. chip! a lovely cat friend with those ghibli cat ears ☺️ i can almost guarantee she’s a thrift friend

5. (polar bear 1) fritz! my writing teacher named him, he’s just vibing out man,, v good pocket friend as well

6. (polar bear 2?) never named them, they got a heart they’re holding though and were a gift in a middle school secret santa from a friend who i guess might have liked me?????? we were weird kids who knows

7. scooby doo but you can’t see him :’) his origin is another mystery on our hands

8. (another horse friend) i guess his names oklahoma?? my dad used to go on a lot of business trips so would sometimes get souvenirs for us. this dude was mine,, he held my phone while watching the g interview yesterday, he’s nice :)

9. cinders! fell in love w him at a fair once and couldn’t leave without him his face is the epitome of joy!!!!

(pardon my homosexual posters)

easily we got cheer bear, who was collectors edition but too soft to keep in the box, and funshine! funshine here was based off this movie which in retrospect was slightly traumatizing, he can still sing a song from the movie if i turn his box thing on though! it’s called “all i wanna do is make ‘em laugh” or something like that!! the full movies on youtube if you want that experience

the owl doesn’t have a name, i’ve only had them for like 5 months (short time when the days fly by ok??) but they’re a generous defender. then there’s swiftheart rabbit but they’re my mom’s and i don’t want to damage them even though it hurts :( oh! also g masterfully displaying his creation— jumba style!!!

this pug friend doesn’t have a name, he was also a gift from my sister though! he barks if you squeeze him! it’s given me many heart attacks at night. and then this reindeer lad.. his name miiight be dasher which is a nod to my emotional support gerard way song??? but i can’t remember and don’t wanna guess..

OH also rainbow dash :)

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anyway that’s everyone i can see right now but i hope you weren’t bored to death i enjoyed this almost hour talking about these friends and will proceed to actually get up now :D thank you for asking!!!!!!

#anyone: h #me: NGJCDIWKKCNFKWKJS*infodumps*#long post

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mioriia · 5 years

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖜𝖆 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ➸ 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘

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Headcanon of the day!

Sanemi is a difficult obstacle, getting a reaction from him is harder than they thought it's would be but when they do, let's just say that it's worth it the try.

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↱ Request by Drakodisa from wattpad ↲

I love this man even though he scared me a lot when he first appeared but somehow or someway he ended up being one of my favorite characters. I know a lot of people hate him on his first impression when he hurt Nezuko but I didn't hate him at all when I read the manga maybe it's because he reminds me a lot of an old childhood friend (who is no longer with me now :,3) Anyway you're probably don't like it when I'm talking so onto the story!

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Summer comes fast, as music turned up to full volume. The sky blazes blue and the sun is a celebration of yellow, free and bright. The trees rise to the occasion, donning their best verdant hues, and everywhere are the flowers, the scattered rainbow that they are.

The flowers are a new masterpiece each day, changing the frameless scenery, gazing upward at the ever-present sky; they are the warmth of the land that give thanks to the warmth of the summer sun.

In the late summer wind are the red flags of the poppy petals, a living masterpiece of nature. Though they grow unnoticed by so many, they are more to my eye than a monet or any artwork that brings their likeness in beautiful strokes of softest bristles.

They are the rainbow that arises from earth and water, yet can be nothing without those golden rays. Each day of these playful months will come in moments, the gift of the present, lived in barefoot dances, wind-tousled hair, laughter and song... the layers of winter left in some forgotten closet.

The forest hums with life all around you as you twirl about, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that sing sweetly. The sun breaks through the cracks, lighting up the dirt path ahead of you, decorated with outgrown roots, wildflowers and fallen leaves that crunch beneath your bare feet.

You trudge on, taking in the fragrance of minty grass and the damp earth. Each breathe is like water, fresh and cleansing, flowing freely into your lungs. Your eyes scanning the beauty of nature as you walked slowly, taking your time to get through the forest.

The forest is the orchestra of the mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another. Her leaves dance to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, is every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every colour. You hold your hands up to feel the cascading light, a brilliant white shaft illuminating the path that takes you onward and home.

And with that, you run, feet kissing the land. Perhaps a little while ago, you would have balked at idea of running so far and fast, now that you relish the prospect. These feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a lioness. Breathing steady, heart strong. It was like you were born to run.

As you ran, like the winter breeze colliding into inanimate objects and crashing waves hitting the shore line. Like eagles soaring across indigo skies and a herd of cheetahs racing through verdant meadows. Your (long/short), (hair's color) locks whipped back and forth behind you like a fiery tale as you flung yourself over sharp rocks and heavy tree trunks.

You didn’t know where you were nor did you know where you were heading. You had no idea what time it was and you had no clue what day. All you knew was you had to keep running forward. Not stopping for anything. After all, you were going to see him again no matter what happens even when you got yourself lost in a forest while thinking of seeing your lover again after a mission.

❝Wait for me, Sanemi! I'll be home soon... I hope so...❞

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❝What the hell were you thinking?❞

A fresh milky white bandages were wrapped around your right knee. You laugh awkwardly, scratching your cheek nervously as you were sitting up on the bed after the insect pillar, Shinobu was done wrapping your injured leg.

You waves your hands above your shoulders, trying to explain the situation to your boyfriend who was currently scowled at you defiantly with his sharp eyes ❝I was only testing... uhh gravity! Yeah that's it❞

Uh oh, you made a mistake there.

His eyebrows were twitching in annoyance at your attempt of covering up your mistake ❝Hey... Do I look like a dumbass to you?❞

As he murmured this in a low threatening tone, an irritating mark appeared on his forehead as you began to sweat nervously more than before, slowly moving away

❛What should I do now! He's pretty mad... Wait❜ You thought about it for a moment, trying to form the words to say in order to change the situation where you won't died. Well it's not like he would murder you on the spot but he will give you a rough ride to hell though.

❝Hey, Sanemi do you have a band-aid?❞

❝Huh?❞

Glancing around the room to see if there was anyone else in the room, once you were sure that there was no one nearby to witness. Your (eyes' color) orbs met his dark purple ones, a bashful expression plastered onto your face.

❝Because I just scraped my leg falling for you❞ cheeks dusted with light shades of red, placing your hand against your chest as you said this, staring into his eyes.

You weren't lying either, you did rush yourself just to see him after weeks of being separated from each other but it was the first time you caught him off, the first time you even saw his rough expression melted.

He immediately turned around as you were facing with his back on you, you stared at him in surprise, confused by his sudden silence till it's finally clicked in.

❝Aww, Sanemi. Are you embarrassed~?❞ You teased with a playful tone, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him from behind.

❝S-Shut up!❞

❝Hehe, I love you❞

The sight of his ears turning red at your statement was enough to tell you that he felt the same way in his own way of showing it in silence.

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A/N:

Okay that pickup might be bad cuz I don't know, do I look like a flirting person to you xD? I would died from embarrassment before I could finish the whole thing lol

#kimetsu no yaiba #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #female reader #kny manga #demon slayer #headcanon

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thechildoflightning · 4 years

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The Kübler-Ross Model Ch2- Anger

Title: The Kübler-Ross Model [Masterpost]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: background LAMP, Elliot/Mitchell

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Chapter Title: Anger- Chapter Two

Summary:

Stage Two: Anger- Characterized by high energy and coped up frustrations that begin to pour out by lashing out at others or yourself.

In which Remy is angry about everything.

Warnings: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Verbal Fights, Toxic Relationships (hinted at), Transphobia (mentioned), Exclusionary Rhetoric (mentioned), Ableism

[ao3 link]

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Anger- Chapter Two

“Selected: Voicemail. One item. Tab one of one,” Remy’s phone says, sounding almost bitter. Remy sighs, at this point already knowing who it’s from. He puts his finger to the screen, sliding it around as he searches for the desired section.

“Voicemail.”

One finger down.

“Daniel Zurko. M-”

Double tap.

“Remy. This is childish and has gone on way too long. I canceled the credit card. I expect you to call me so we can get you home. I get that you’re upset, but this is not the way to deal with it. You think I’m the bad guy but I am doing what’s best for you Remy, I always have. You need to grow up. You’re an adult now, act like one. Call me. Come home. Now.”

Moving into the dorms is a surprisingly low-key event. Remy gets to move in early, as does Kai, so they're not trying to get things done in the time most of the freshman are piling in. It’s a lot nicer that way. They don’t have people on top of them- actually they have pretty much no one on top of them- and that lowers Remy’s stress by a lot.

Except, this definitely wasn’t something he’s stressing about.

Okay, maybe he's been stressing about it a little bit.

It’s well- it’s just this an entire new place and the campus is huge. He’s visited a few times now to start getting a layout, but he knows it’s going to take weeks before he can find his way around with ease. It’s nice to start on that when no one else is here yet. It gives Remy space and he feels a little bit less self-conscious.

(It’s stupid that he feels self-conscious at all, he shouldn’t, but he does, so there’s that).

Kai and him get their dorm set up and decorated as well.

Or well- it’s mostly Remy setting things up while Kai comments snarkily from the corner that the bed doesn’t line up perfectly. (They had to move everything a bit to make space for Cha-Cha). Remy doesn’t really mind because it’s nice to see Kai relaxing. He seemed uncomfortable and unsure when he admitted that he couldn’t do any of the heavy lifting, so Remy takes the return to teasing as a good sign.

They decorate the dorm next and it’s fun and it’s easy and Remy’s really thinking he’s found a friend in Kai.

Then Kai falls silent.

“Kai?” Remy asks when he stops making comments every two seconds.

“Yeah?”

“You good?”

Kai hesitates and Remy frowns. Remy’s about to ask a follow up question, but Kai beats him to speaking.

“Hey so, I brought two pride flags. I was hoping I could put them up in our room.”

Oh.

“Of course,” Remy says easily.

“I- yeah?”

“Yeah. Kai we’re literally in gender-inclusive dorming right now. But I mean, even if we weren't, yeah of course you can,” Remy insists, voice firm and even.

“Okay,” Kai says. He relaxes. “Okay.”

The tension in the room evaporates and Remy breathes out.

“Which flags?” he asks, curiosity peaking.

“Trans and demiboy,” Kai tells him.

Remy didn’t know you could be both trans and a demiboy. But that's probably better to google than to bug Kai with right now.

“I didn’t know there was a demiboy flag,” he admits.

The comment seems to perk Kai up and he explains to him the dark grey-grey-blue-white-and reverse of the demiboy flag. The two of them hang the flags up together.

Kai gives him a hard time about hanging one up the wrong way and it takes Remy a solid minute to remember that both flags are reversible. He flips Kai off and scowls. Kai just laughs. The conversation turns casual once more.

“Oh!” Kai says at one point, moving quickly to sift through a bag on the other side of the room, “I got a thing and you can tell me if you hate the thing and if so I can return it, but you said that you have some light perception so…” he trails off.

There was a pause for a moment where neither of them said anything.

“Thoughts?” Kai eventually asks again.

“On?”

“Ah man- you can’t see it?”

“Don’t know if we’ve talked about this yet but I’m blind actually,” Remy snarks back.

Kai groans.

“No just- okay catch.”

“Please tell me you’re not about to chuck something at a blind person Kai.”

The object lands softly next to him on the bed. Remy doesn’t know if that was intentional, or if Kai just failed to hit him. Either way Remy sighs and picks it up. The object is a box and has a thin circular button at one corner, but he still has no clue what it is.

“They’re fairy lights,” Kai explains, “Sorry. You said that you liked light and I thought you’d be able to see it because you said that you could see light.”

“Some light,” Remy says. He holds it up to his eyes and now he can barely see little tiny specs of light. “And I can kinda see it now. Is the box completely clear?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Uh…”

“I told you I liked light. You went out of your way to get fairy lights for our dorm. It’s an awesome idea, not your fault my eyes don’t work.”

“Yeah but the gift kind of failed.”

“Well if you like them we can still keep them. And if not- well you said you can return them? Depending on where they’re from we can see if we can find fairy lights I can actually see,” Remy suggests.

“Oh my gosh we could- there was a ton of options.”

Remy nods and stands up.

“Okay, where too?”

“Right now?” Kai asks.

“I mean it depends on where you got these, but yeah? I mean we have the time.”

That they do, now that they’ve mostly finished.

“Target. So there’s gotta be one locally.”

They spend a few minutes online, figure out the address, and then Remy’s getting up to go. He gets Cha-Cha in her harness and grabs his things before opening the door for a swing and waiting for Kai. Kai joins him at the door, hesitates for a second, and then grabs something right next to the door. At first Remy thinks it’s the bag, but Kai’s already holding that. Remy exits after him.

“I have a cane,” Kai says quietly. Which okay- that was the object by the door.

“Okay,” Remy says. “Do you want to take the bus?”

“No.”

Remy listens. He knows if it were him, he would just want somebody to listen.

“Okay. Where’s the Target?”

Kai takes the lead and they’re off.

The Target is massive. But also Remy’s depth perception is shit so maybe it’s that but he’s pretty sure this is the largest Target he’s ever seen. By a lot.

“Holy shit this place is huge,” Kai remarks.

Remy murmurs his agreement. He hadn’t really known what living in a college town would mean. He’s starting to think he understands.

They make a beeline for the fairy lights which take up almost an entire aisle. They mess around, pressing all the buttons to light them up and see what their options are.

“I can’t see any of these,” Remy admits after a while, “The lights in here are too bright. But brighter and bigger is better, so if you find something that-”

“Remy there’s rainbow ones. Come here, come here, they’re shaped like rainbows.”

“We’re getting those.”

“They’re not that bright.”

“I literally do not care.”

They get the rainbow-shaped ones.

They head back- both a bit too excited about the rainbow-shaped lights to be considered socially acceptable. But also fuck socially acceptable so whatever. They’re adults and they can enjoy fairy lights. Step off.

Kai and him are talking when he suddenly stops and leaves Remy’s side.

“Hi,” Kai says, “Are you moving in today too?”

“I- uh- yeah- hi,” a person stutters.

“Oh cool! I’m Kai. He/they pronouns but he right now.” The jingling noise that follows is indication that Kai holds up his pronouns necklace. “And this is my roommate.”

It takes a second to long for Remy to realize he’s supposed to introduce himself.

“I’m Remy,” he says, turning to face the stranger. “He/him.”

Something inside of him clenches hard when he says those words. Clenches hards, grips his heart, and burns. It burns so much, choking Remy that he almost misses the strangers next words.

“I’m Elliot,” the now not-stranger says, “They/them.”

“Nice to meet you Elliot,” Kai says.

They don’t get must further in conversation because another person speaks up.

“El, hon? Who’s this?”

“I’m Kai, he/they, he right now. This is Remy, he/him. We just moved in here across the hall.”

“Oh you get to do that whole move in early stuff too? You’re blind, right?”

The second question is obviously directed at Remy, so he answers both.

“Yeah and yeah.”

“Huh. Well I’m Mitchell, I’m his boyfriend.”

A boyfriend who just misgendered their partner apparently. But Elliot doesn't say anything and Remy just met them so he doesn’t say anything either.

“Uh, nice to meet you,” Remy offers. Kai offers the same pleasantries.

“Okay. Well Elliot, we should get to finish moving you in. You still have a lot of stuff and if you’re going to make me help you I don’t want to be here all day.”

“If you need to go you can,” Elliot says.

“What, you trying to get rid of me already? Plus come on, you’re not going to be able to do it all yourself. And you’re wasting time. Let’s go.”

“Okay,” Elliot says, “Yeah.”

“He’ll talk to you later,” Mitchell tells the two of them.

“I- Right,” Kai says, “Well, Elliot I- we’re just down the hall. 204. So, anytime, pop by, yeah?”

“Yeah alright I-”

“Yeah he might, bye.”

“Elliot seems nice. But Mitchell doesn’t seem like the nicest guy,” Kai comments when the other two have presumably exited earshot. Remy gives a shrug and a slight nod in response. He pulls out his key and finds the lock on their door before pushing it open with a swing.

“Fairy lights?” he asks.

“Fairy lights,” Kai agrees.

Remy still ends up not being able to see them all that well- though they were certainly better than the first set. But rainbows, so he counts it as a win.

When they’ve finished decorating their room, Remy relaxes on his bed and pulls out his phone. He plugs in his headphones and opens google. Kai had both the trans and demiboy flags. Remy wants to know what that means.

He researches a lot about being non-binary and trans and he reads a lot about the exclusionist who demand you have to be identify as binary and experience crippling gender dysphoria to be considered trans. Everyone else is just faking or special or being dramatic. He thinks of Kai and he frowns. He ignores the exclusionists.

He finds celebrations of being trans and non-binary and being happy that way. He finds non-binary people who consider themselves trans and others who don’t. He finds the range of non-binary from androgynous presentation to falling to the extreme sides of masculine or feminine. He learns that people can also be assholes about that, about how many people expect non-binary people to look “watered down male.” He learns that non-binary looks like anything and everything. He finds people who are trans that use all sorts of labels. He finds people who are trans and are binary. He finds people who are trans with all levels of fluctuating dysphoria, stages of transition- including not transitioning at all, and more.

He learns that there’s so many more ways to be trans than he previously thought.

He hates it.

He hates it because it means something to him, means something to him more than just being an ally.

The transgender umbrella is amazing and beautiful and there’s so many people who have so many experiences, some they share, some they don’t. It’s a wonderful community and it’s gorgeous and Remy-

He’s angry.

He’s so fucking angry. Because he’s Remy and he’s a boy and he’s eighteen and he’s lived this way his entire life and this is who he is he’s Remy and he’s a cis guy and-

And what if he isn’t?

He squeezes his phone tightly in his hand. Hard enough apparently that Kai asks if anything’s wrong. He starts to answer no when he gets a phone call. From his dad.

He hits ignore angrily and stands up, shoving his phone in his pocket.

“I’m going for a walk,” he announces, and barely takes the time to grab his shoes before he’s slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t even bother with Cha-Cha, grabbing his cane instead.

That first week goes fast and soon enough everyone else moves in. They meet a few people, and start talking to Elliot. When Mitchell’s not around Elliot’s really funny. When Mitchell is around they short of shut down and Remy hates it. A little fire burns in his chest each time it happens.

They go to the freshman movie night and both Elliot and Kai are already learning to give a shitty description of what’s going on on screen and they all laugh and the people next to them hiss at them to be quiet. It’s okay. It’s nice.

Before long, classes start and Remy remembers how frustrating it can all be.

He’s been working with disability services since he committed to the school. Over the years he’s learned that early is almost always better, because everything just takes time and then there’s issues and delays, it’s a long process.

It’s also Remy’s first time doing this alone and he makes mistakes and he feels like an idiot and he can’t help but hate his dad a little bit because he’s been asking to do some of this himself for years now, to get used to it, get some practice. His dad had always refused and now Remy is woefully underprepared.

It reminds himself of when he was first going blind. When everything was new and confusing and he constantly felt lost and alone.

It’s been years since he felt like that.

He doesn’t like feeling like that.

He figures the accommodations out in the end and gets the things he needs to set up. Note taker, permission to record, extra time, accessibility devices approved, and requests to all his professors to have things ready and accessible. It should all be good to go. But, there’s of course hiccups because there always is. And a week into school, he still doesn’t have notes from one of his classes.

It’s absolutely infuriating.

Because now he has a paper to write and he has to listen to the entirety of three separate lectures to find the things he needs.

It sucks and it’s unfair and time consuming and Remy hates it. He clenches a fist as he pauses the recording and goes back once more.

It’s something so small but it makes him so goddamn frustrated.

He plays it again but he can’t hear it this time because at that exact moment Kai laughs from his corner of the room where he’s skyping his girlfriend.

He pauses the recording.

“Can you be quieter?” he hisses out, “I’m trying to write a paper.”

“Yeah. Sorry Rem. Want me to put in headphones?”

It’s a nice offer.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Kai agrees. He gasps a bit when he stands, pauses for a moment. Remy doesn’t restart his recording and listens, slightly concerned. But Kai moves after a moment, grabbing his headphones from the desk next to Remy. He’s limping slightly.

When he returns to his bed and has the headphones in, Remy takes a breath and presses play.

And pauses a moment later because Kai’s a bit too loud again. It’s unfair- Remy knows it is- because Kai’s really not that loud. But it’s loud enough to be distracting and Remy cannot deal with this tonight.

“Can you shut up?” he snaps.

“...I ...Uh?”

Remy is so angry.

“Whatever. Forget it,” he huffs. He saves his work and shuts his laptop with a snap. He shoves it, his braille display, and the recorder in his bag. He grabs his phone and shoves it in his pocket. Grabbing his bag he heads for the door. He barely spends the time to get Cha-Cha in her harness.

“Remy- come on- wait-”

“I’m going out,” he hisses. The door slams behind him. It seems to be doing that a lot lately.

“Oh hey Remy,” Elliot says almost the moment he’s out the door.

“I’m going to the library,” Remy grumbles and moves past them.

“Okay,” Elliot says, running a few paces to catch up with him, “Can I join you? I have this thing for religions and-”

“No. You can’t join me,” Remy snarls, and pulls away.

Elliot stops, stumbling for words behind him. Remy leaves them behind. He doesn’t feel bad. He doesn’t.

He goes to the library and finds a corner that’s empty. He sets his things up and tries to focus.

He still can’t.

He had to keep rewinding and replaying the lecture because he still doesn’t have the notes even though he was told he’d start receiving them a week ago. He checked again the other day and he was told he’d definitely have them by today.

He doesn’t have the notes.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He’s mad and he’s angry and he’s frustrated and he’s so pissed and he thinks it’s a bit extreme but definitely not unreasonable. He hates this. Hates it.

He used to hate being blind. Over the years he’s learned that’s not the part that frustrates him. It was scary at the time, sure. But losing his sight wasn't the upsetting part- the upsetting part was being in a world who wasn’t willing to meet his needs. A world that was certainly able to meet his needs, or attempt to if they really couldn’t, but wasn’t willing to even try.

It’s ableism that he hates, not being blind.

With a sigh he packs up his things. He’s not getting anything else done tonight. He pulls out his phone and messes around with it a bit, trying to ward off the creeping frustrations that are starting to overwhelm him. He feels choked up and he’s not sure why.

Then he gets a call.

For a millisecond he thinks it might be Kai.

God he was a dick to Kai wasn’t he? If Kai’s calling him Remy can apologize. He can make things right and things will be fine. It’s fine.

It’s his dad.

Remy chucks his phone.

It’s extreme and so fucking stupid but he’s suddenly furious and he doesn’t know what to do about it. His phone goes skittering across the floor and the two people quietly murmuring near him fall silent. Remy sighs and hates himself a little bit.

He takes a breath.

It doesn't help.

He takes another.

It doesn’t help. Nothing’s helping.

He has Cha-Cha get his phone.

When she brings it back to him he checks it for cracks and then goes to his contacts. He finds the one he needs and double taps to call.

The phone rings twice before it’s answered.

“Hey,” Remy saus, “I- can I spend the night at your place?”

“Yes,” is Virgil’s immediate response, “Are you safe? Do you want a ride? I’m not home right now but I can text Patton.”

Remy checks the time. It’s not too late. The cool air will probably do him good anyways.

“I’m safe,” he confirms, “No to the ride. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Virgil says. He pauses, “Love you Remy.”

Something burns in his throat.

“Okay. Okay yeah,” Remy chokes out. He hangs up and blinks back tears, refusing to cry. He wants to scream. He doesn’t- everything’s just so much right now and he doesn’t know what he’s feeling anymore.

He packs his things up. Grabs Cha-Cha. Heads to Virgil’s apartment.

On his way there a random person grabs him by his shoulder and asks him if he needs help. He grits out a terse “no.” He gets a “well you don’t have to be rude about it. I was trying to help!” Remy’s teeth grit further, making an odd little screeching noise and causing pain to run all throughout his mouth. He doesn’t risk saying anything more, and just pushes past the stranger.

He knocks on the door when he arrives. He still has a key, but doesn’t really feel like digging through his bag.

It’s Patton who greets him.

Remy shuffles off his shoes at the door, mind blurring. He hears Patton say something about Virgil and the library, he should've texted you- but Remy misses all the details.

“Hey Remy, are you okay?”

Remy is not.

He’s going to tell Patton he’s fine. He is. He promises he is.

He doesn’t end up saying that, but even he isn’t expecting what he says next.

“Patton, how did you know you were trans?”

“Oh,” Patton says, “Oh.”

And that’s when Remy finally bursts into tears.

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we-dont-have-a-side-anymore · 5 years

Text

Of Birthdays And Binders

Ship: Agender!Aziraphale x Genderfluid!Crowley x FtM!Reader

Content Warning: Gender dysphoria, mention of transphobia, reader had been disowned and kicked out prior to the story (brief mention, but might as well throw it out there.)

Summary: His birthday, and only two people cared. Not even people, two beings cared. No people. Don’t question why a legal adult with his own apartment can’t afford a new binder...? Convenient plot device. This can be read as FtM OR masc!nb. I use he/him the whole time.

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He woke up alone. Not only in the literal sense of being alone in bed, but no one had made any attempts to contact him. The street was unusually quiet too. It was like the one day where he wanted to be surrounded by people, he was…

Alone.

His second alarm rang, and he rolled himself off of his bed and onto his pile of plush pillows. His phone buzzed. Twice. Reaching for his phone, he yawned, expecting it to be a notification from Twitter or Instagram. So naturally, it wasn’t.

It was two texts.

‘Hello, darling! Happy birthday! I have a surprise for you, so if you could pop on by the bookshop at noon, that would be lovely. I love you, (y/n)!’ Azi’s texts never failed to make him wiggle with joy. They were full of gentle, affectionate words, oh so different from what he was accustomed to.

‘Someone told me it was my favorite baby goat’s birthday today. <3 So I figured I’d stop by in 30. You don’t need to do anything, just be in your flat. Love you, handsome ;)’ If someone walked up to (y/n) and said that the demon Crowley invented emoticons, he would believe it. Nonetheless, his texts were always flattering and made him feel appreciated.

He sent them both a heart emoji, and went to get dressed. Dressing didn’t really require much effort. He slept in his clothes, with the noteable exception of his old, beat up binder.

He had bought it in secret when he was sixteen years old. Had it shipped to his friend’s house, and paid for it with his birthday money. He almost got away with it, too, until his parents walked in on him washing it.

They were quick to start yelling at him. Calling him a sinner, a disgrace. They told him that if he was going to be a tranny, that he would do it far, far away from them.

So he packed his duffel bag, bought the cheapest ticket to London that he could find, and he left Massachusetts for good. Cut all ties with his blood relatives, and texted his friends goodbye.

Now, four years later, he had two loving boyfriends, and his life was getting back on track. Every weekday he worked a nine to five job at a diner, which paid just enough to pay rent, buy food, and pay his cell phone bill. He had some money set away for education, and medical expenses. But he still only had his old, beat up binder. It didn’t bind very well anymore, it was so stretched out. He couldn’t really afford to spend so much on one thing, no matter how happy it would make him. Money was tight, but what did he expect, being a high school dropout? He would give anything to have completed high school back in his hometown, but life didn’t work in his favor.

He sighed and shrugged it on, then pulled his oversized T-shirt back on. Five minutes until Crowley said he would arrive. Then, three knocks. Quick, sharp raps on the thin plaster door. (Y/n) rushed to open the door, and his boyfriend blew the birthday song on a tacky kazoo.

He laughed and opened the door wider so that the redhead could step in, playfully slapping his ass as he sauntered towards the couch.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff!” Crowley smirked, the pointed tips of his tongue showing slightly. He pulled out a small box. There was wrapping paper on it, but he could hardly call it wrapped. An attempt at wrapping was most likely made, but that’s really the extent of it. “I think you’re gonna like this.”

(Y/n)’s eyes softened. “Oh, you really didn’t have to.”

The look on Crowley’s fact could only be described as offended. “Oh, baby goat, I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. It’s your twentieth birthday, and the first birthday since we started dating. This is special. Now, take the box and open it, hm?”

He laughs and grabs the box, pulling it sharply and sending the demon flying into (y/n)’s arms. “I love you, my love.”

The tape was slowly peeled off, and the box flaps popped open. Inside was a full-tank, nude binder. In his size.

He stared in silent shock, eyes wide and teary. “Oh my God.” He pinched himself twice, before tackling his boyfriend into the old couch. He tenderly kissed the tip of his nose, smiling widely. “You got me a new binder. You actually got me a new binder. Oh my goodness.”

Crowley ruffled his hair affectionately. “Well? Go try it on!” His smile only got wider as (y/n) sprinted into the bathroom to put it on. After a couple minutes of silence, (y/n) yelled from the bathroom.

“Erm...sweetheart, darling, sweetcheeks, pretty boy, love, sexy ass, hottie, aha, erm…” he trailed off, and Crowley knew immediately that he had done something stupid. “How would you respond if I said I was stuck?”

Biting back a laugh, Crowley started walking towards the bathroom. “I’ll come help, hot stuff.”

He was indeed stuck in the new binder. It had been quite a long time since he had put on something so tight, and while he was euphoric, he had forgotten how difficult it was. Most of the binder was on properly, except for his arms. Somehow, he managed to get his arms stuck along his torso, and it was too tight for him to wiggle them out. Crowley’s face scrunched in a snicker that was met with an indignant pout.

“Oh poo, love.” He sticks his tongue out, and attempts to cross his arms (this doesn’t go well).

Crowley mock gasps. “So you don’t want my help?” Immediately, (y/n)’s eyes switch into a very persuasive puppy dog impression.

“Please?” He wriggles pathetically, in an attempt to invoke sympathy. “Pretty please?”

Crowley deadpans. “The physical appearance of the please has no effect on me.” But with a snap of his fingers, (y/n)’s arms were through the proper place, and he wasn’t stuck anymore.

Immediately, he ran up to the demon and tackled him. The twenty year old peppered his face with gentle pecks until he was breathless, finally pulling away to bury his head in Crowley’s shoulder. “Thank you, Crowley. Thank you so much.”

They spent the next couple hours cuddling on the couch, spooning with Crowley whispering sweet nothings to his boyfriend. Before they knew it, it was a few minutes to noon. Crowley pulled him up, and snapped his fingers. Instead of being in a small, musty flat, they were standing in an alleyway next to an even mustier bookshop.

A. Z. Fell & Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books. Where his other darling boyfriend lived. As the clock struck noon, Crowley burst into the bookshelf and held the door open for his more timid boyfriend.

His eyes lit up when he saw a cake, and three mugs of cocoa. By no means was it small, in fact, it was the size of a traditional wedding cake. Large and extravagant. Aziraphale burst out of the back room and jogged over to his boyfriends. “Oh, happy birthday my darling boy!” He reached over (y/n)’s shoulder and pulled him into a tender hug and kiss on the top of the head. “Now come, else the cocoa will get cold.”

The three of them sat at the table. The angel pulled out a daintily wrapped, but rather large package. It was covered in a creamy white paper, and tied with little blue bows. Crowley nudged (y/n), prompting the boy to blush and tug the box from his boyfriend’s hand. “Gosh, you guys, you really shouldn’t have done all of this stuff.” He carefully untied all of the bows, and peeled the tape away. Everything was perfectly intact, except Crowley’s patience. “Honest, I don’t deserve any o-” (Y/n)’s eyes widened as Crowley leaned over and kissed the human until he had to pull away for air.

Wordlessly, the redhead poked the brown box, and his boyfriend got the message. He opened the box eagerly, and his eyes widened once again. Tears welled in his eyes and an infectious smile spread across his face. The box fell to the floor as a trans flag emerged.

Aziraphale’s eyes closed in a giddy giggle. “Look in the box again!” His bright eyes opened, and it was clear that watching (y/n) open gifts brought him joy. He did what he was told, picking the box up, only to drop it again.

“Oh, wow!” He cooed, awestruck. A hand-knit throw blanket, that doubled as a rainbow pride flag. “Oh, I love it! Did you-?”

Aziraphale cut him off with an excited hug. “Oh, I did hope that you would like it! I learned how to knit right before we began courting, and the day we, er, performed coitus, I knew exactly what to do!”

Crowley’s mouth dropped. “You didn’t use miracles? When you said you were going to make a blanket for him, I didn’t think you would spend a year making it.” Aziraphale blushed, and twiddled his thumbs. (Y/n) kissed both their cheeks lightly.

“I love you two, so much. I don’t deserve you, honestly.” He tugged them over to the plush couch and threw the blanket over the trio. Safe, warm, and happy. Just how life should be.

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dexondefense · 5 years

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This might be a reach with the rarepairs, but maybe some of Dex with the Waffles? Like either Dex/Bully or Dex/Hops?

I love it.

Dex didn’t dislike Bully, despite what everyone might think.

Luckily for Dex, he had cultivated an aura about him that said he disliked everyone, so the newest freshman was really just a drop in a much larger bucket as far as everyone else was concerned. Not to mention Nursey, whose projected chill was a thin line of frost at best, was only just barely concealing his own dislike for Bully. The jealousy resonating off of him was palpable and therefore a much larger target than Dex disliking just one more person on the team.

And even if their assessment was incorrect, it worked in Dex’s favor so he wasn’t about to look that gift horse in the mouth.

it really was silly, he thought, that they all thought he disliked River so much. He spent more time with Bully than any other upperclassman did, and he was confident that he knew more about him than the rest of the team put together. But pointing that out meant wading too far from land and Dex had never felt comfortable trying to swim when the water was that deep.

Dex wasn’t sure what Bully thought. He tried very hard not to think about what Bully thought, which was part of the problem. As far as he could tell Bully didn’t seem to mind Dex’s standoffish ways. He didn’t seem to have a problem when they walked to classes together on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and at least twice now he had sought Dex out to see if he could help with things around the Haus.

“Why do you think I hate River?” Dex had asked Nursey one night, trying to keep his voice as level as he could as he pretended to focus on the open calculus textbook in front of him. The numbers were blurring together and he couldn’t focus on a single word. He was certain Nursey could hear his heartbeat across the room.

“It’s that look you always give him,” Nursey told him. Dex could hear his chair squeak, could picture Nursey leaning farther back in the cheap rolling chair than the IKEA instructions recommended but he couldn’t bring himself to look. “It’s like hatred man, you always look like you’re just about to deck him. Is it the hair? Like you think he’s cool but he looks like a hippie and you just can’t reconcile it?”

Dex wanted to look back, wanted to glare at Nursey and act like this was normal. Act like he was normal. Instead he turned a page arbitrarily and continued to pretend read the words in front of him. “I think you’re just projecting.”

“I am not-” Nursey’s sentence was abruptly cut off by a crash that Dex couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at as Nursey toppled over backwards onto the floor.

Laughing at Nursey and dodging the pillow he threw in retaliation made the panic in his stomach lessen, and when he looked back to his homework the words were solid on the page again.

If anyone asked who his favorite Waffle was he would have said Hops, but that didn’t mean he hated Bully, not by any stretch of the imagination.

After Tango, Bully had been the only person to ever even attempt to help Dex fix anything. And while Tango had proven to be a much faster learner than Dex would have expected, Bully had actually known what he was doing. So Dex had asked for his help with the dryer, the leaking rain gutter above the back door, and replacing the brakes on his jeep. Bully had asked for help in return with his bike, and it had been Dex who had been the one to sit back and hand over tools. If he’d been braver he might have asked a question, any question at all since he’d never so much as touched a motorcycle before, but he had kept his mouth shut as Bully worked.

He was always doing something with that bike, a Honda not a Harley because they were expensive and pretentious -as Bully had told him at least three times- and Dex wished he knew more about it. Asking questions had never been a strong suit of his.

It was where he found himself less than a week later, his hat on backwards and his flannel tied around his waist as he watched Bully tampering with his own brakes. Dex had no experience with bikes and therefore his own input would be useless so he kept his mouth shut and bit down as subtly as he could on the inside of his cheek to hold himself in check.

Bully was on the ground, the rip in the right knee of his jeans was growing slowly larger with every shift of his leg. His hair was pulled back in a braid, a few strands had already come loose and were sticking to the back of his neck with sweat.

“I think I need a completely different part.” When Bully wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist he smeared a line of grease across his skin. Dex bit down harder on his cheek.

“Need a lift somewhere to pick it up?” He asked when he thought he had his voice under control.

“That would be great.”

Dex took a step forward just as Bully stood up and suddenly they were much closer than they had been a moment ago. It wasn’t weird, not really. There was still space enough for to Bully to clean his hands on the dirty rag he’d pulled from his toolbox. And if Bully wasn’t concerned that Dex was close enough that they rag was brushing his arm with each movement, then Dex wasn’t concerned either.

Bully was taller than him. Not by much, maybe an inch or maybe it was less and Dex just wasn’t used to anyone since Holster being able to look down on him. It felt like a lot more than an inch when Bully finally met his eyes and one corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile.

“What?” Dex’s tone was so much sharper than he had intended that it took all he had not to flinch.

Bully didn’t seem to notice. He never did. “You’ve got like, a massive streak of oil on your chin.” He lifted the rag and for one horrible and wonderful moment Dex thought he was going to press it to his face. Instead he hovered an inch away from his skin, pointing out where the grease was. “You weren’t even working, you were just handing me tools. How does that happen?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Dex’s tone was more hollow than he had wanted, but he managed to grab the rag on the first try with dignity as he scrubbed at his skin. “You’re fucking covered in it.”

“Yeah, but I was the one on the ground.”

“I will leave you here.”

When Bully laughed, it was always on the quiet side, more of a shifting of his shoulders than anything else. He crossed his arms as he did, resting his hip against his bike. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. I really don’t want to have to fucking walk three miles both ways.”

“I should make you. Consider it hazing.”

Bully shoulders shook again as he caught the rag Dex threw at him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m calling it quits for the day after this though, I can buy the part today and replace it tomorrow.” Bully tugged at the bottom of his stained and battered tee shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His undershirt was grey and damp and didn’t look any cleaner than the shirt he was now using as a rag to wipe his neck. Something in his spine cracked as he closed his eyes and tilted his head to one side. “I’m gonna head back to my dorm to take a shower. Meet you back here in 30?”

Dex nodded, the skin of his cheek back firmly between his teeth once again. He couldn’t find his voice to speak and wouldn’t trust it if he did.

“Cool, thanks man.”

Dex nodded a second time and took a step back to let Bully walk the bike back around the side of the Haus. He’d had to get special permission to keep it there as a freshman. Ollie had said there had been a senior his frog year who had a bike kept in the shed out back. Wicks had said it would make all of them look cooler to have a motorcycle on the property. Bitty had taken three days to deliberate before he had allowed it.

Dex thought he would look stupid, having to walk alongside a motorcycle to move it somewhere. Bully looked a bit like an action star when he did it, covered in dirt and sweat like he’d just gotten out of a particularly hard won fight scene and hadn’t had a chance to repair his bike yet.

“This is what I’m talking about.”

Dex swore, jumping so hard he nearly kicked over his own toolbox still left on the ground. Nursey laughed as he stepped over a puddle of oil on the asphalt. It made Dex feel slightly better to know it was only a stain from a few weeks ago and Nursey was being stupid for stepping over it. Not that anyone else was there to laugh at him. Or that it was that funny.

“What are you talking about?”

“That look man. You spend all this time with Bully, but you still got that look. It’s kind of scary man, I feel like I’d have shit myself if an upperclassman had looked at me like that when I was a frog.”

Dex felt like his face was burning, but the sun was beating down and he tended to turn bright red when faced with even the slightest bit of emotion. Both factors worked in his favor and Nursey didn’t seem to see anything to take note of.

“He’s just a weird dude,” Dex said after a moment. “I just don’t fucking get him.” He forced the words out after a minute of deliberation. He had never been great at lying.

“The fucking weirdest,” Nursey agreed with obvious relief that their found solidarity. Dex didn’t know if it was because Nursey had been wanting someone to agree with him about Bully, or if he had just wanted Dex to agree with him about anything. Either way Dex felt a stab of guilt and promised himself he would do something nice for Nursey to make up for it.

Because he didn’t really think Bully was very weird, and personally he thought he understood Bully fairly well.

Dex knew he had come a long way since he had applied for Samwell. He had deliberated for weeks, going back and forth on the pros and cons and staring at that tiny pixel rainbow flag on the university website until his eyesight went blurry. Now he was close and comfortable friends with Bitty, and Ollie, and Wicks, and Jack, and Nursey. He had close female friends who were only that - friends. He baked on his own time, and he downloaded a few Beyonce songs that Bitty had recommended. He watched romcoms with Chowder and he wore the purple ‘Save the Whales’ tee shirt that Nursey had bought him.

It had taken him nearly a week to decide, but he’d finally bought those pink tennis shoes at Primark that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

If he ever shared those things out loud, he knew it would sound silly. It would sound like nothing at all probably, but they were milestones as far as he was concerned. He was a different person from the one that had showed up at Samwell two and a half years ago and he liked who was becoming even if it was frightening at times.

But they were all baby steps in the grand scheme of things and he wasn’t anywhere near the finish line yet.

So for now he was content to let Nursey and Chowder and everyone else on the team think he hated Bully. Because anger was comfortable and it was familiar. Hatred was something he understood and he didn’t mind if people attributed it to him.

“I don’t get why everyone’s always swooning over him,” Nursey continued.

Dex shrugged one shoulder as Bully disappeared from view in the shed. He kept his eyes trained on the spot he had disappeared and tried not to focus on the heat in his face. Accepting the truth privately was one thing, admitting it out loud to anyone was a step he wasn’t ready to take. “I mean…I guess I can sort of see it. I think it’s the hair.”

At least not yet.

#check please #bully check please #william poindexter #omgcprarepairs #check please rarepair #dexbully #my writing

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peter-x-harley-cat · 5 years

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Unsolicited Pride

It’s still an hour to August second, but I’m tired so I’m posting it now. Be warned: It’s not very good.

WC: 2809

Summary: Harley goes to NYC Pride compliments of Tony.

“What are you up to?”, Harley asked as Tony held out a plane ticket.

“What? Are you honestly telling me you don’t want to go to New York City for Pride?”

Harley continued to eye Tony suspiciously. It wasn’t unlike him to hand out expensive gifts just because, but he could feel that there was some ulterior motive. Still, the NYC parade would probably be a lot different than the Nashville one he always went to. And Harley had been wanting to go to New York City since Tony broke into their shed if only for the cool tech he had up there.

“Alright old man”, Harley said, taking the ticket.

***

Harley rolled his eyes at the shocked looks he got as Tony Stark pulled up next to him on the curb.

“Where’s your driver?”, Harley mockingly asked, throwing his bag in the back before jumping into the convertible.

“He’s got another charge to take care of”, Tony replies simply. “Besides, I want to show you your first glance of New York myself.”

“Oh yeah, old man? Where are you taking me?”

Tony Just looked over and grinned before rolling out of the airport, leaving staff and travelers wondering who the motor oil-covered, teenage country boy was that he would be picked up by a billionaire.

***

It was several hours before the two got to the tower. Tony has taken Harley to mostly quiet spots, showing him all the hidden gems Tony had found hiding from the press. Their last stop had been to a Pride store in Queens. Tony had bought nearly Have of the stock, convinced Harley was completely unprepared for the parade. Harley had rolled his eyes and complained a little, but he was a sucker for rainbow decor.

They lugged all of their stuff up to the penthouse level of the tower. Pepper gave them an exasperated look when she saw them.

“Hey, it was his idea”, Harley claimed, trying to point around all the bags in his arms. Pepper just shook her head with a smile before helping him put the bags down in the living room and giving a hug. Tony was left to basically plop down on the floor to get rid of his bags.

“It’s good to see you, Harley.”

“You, too, Pep”, Harley said into her hair.

“Where’s Peter?”, Tony asked once he had finally untangled himself. Ah yes, the intern.

“He went home to make sure everything was ready for the parade tomorrow”, Pepper answered. “He and the kids will be over in the morning to get ready.”

“Your intern’s gay?”, Harley asked intrigue peaked a little. Not enough to stop his instinctual wariness if the guy, but a little.

“Bi”, Tony answered, heading toward the kitchen. “This is only his second Pride and he’s been bouncing around about it all month.”

“So have you”, Pepper and Harley replied. Tony shot them betrayed looks as he was starting another pot of coffee which Pepper quickly put a stop to.

“Uh uh”, she said, turning the machine off, to Tony’s and Harley’s disappointment. “I’m sure you two are itching to get down in the lab, but we have the whole rest of the summer for that. You both need to go to sleep at a reasonable time if we have any hope of getting you both there by noon.”

Harley and Tony pouted, but both ceded to the blonde. They order take out and talked about how Harley was doing and all his new projects. Eventually, they hauled their loot to Harley’s room which he promptly disappeared to.

Harley—on the days he actually went to sleep—had a strict pre-bed routine. He always ended up feeling greasy and dirty at the end of the day no matter what he was doing, especially with the humidity in Tennessee. He got ready for bed and called his sister Lucy before doing a quick sweep (read: hour sweep) of his socials. He fell asleep scrolling through pictures of his friend’s at Nashville Pride last week.

***

Incessant ringing surrounded Harley as he slowly woke up. He groaned and tried to go back to sleep when someone pulled the blankets away. He glared at a snickering Tony at the end of his bed.

“Come on slowpoke, the others are going to be here soon”, Tony called over his shoulder as he left the room. Harley continued to glare as the man left before groaning and climbing out of bed. He didn’t bother with a shirt but he did throw on some sweatpants before walking out to the kitchen.

Pepper smiles at him as she set a plate in front of him. He gave her a tired smile. Tony set a mug of coffee in front of him and he gave him a tired scowl. He scarfed the food down and drowned the coffee. He was about to ask if they had time to go down to the lab before Tony’s intern and his friends got here when the elevator dinged open.

“We’re here”, a voice called from the living room. Harley turned to see a boy rounding the corner. Correction: a very cute, very excited boy rounding the counter. Harley suddenly felt a little less tired.

“Hey”, Harley called and the boy’s head popped in his direction. The boy’s face flushed red upon seeing him and he stopped walking, two people running into him from behind. “Peter, I assume?”

The boy looked about to answer but the girl behind him beat him to it. “Tony didn’t tell us his surrogate son was the kind of person to walk around with no shirt on.”

“Hey, it’s literally the middle of summer in Tennessee”, Harley argued, ignoring the surrogate son remark.

“You’re in New York.”

Harley shrugged before grinning again. “Force Of habit I guess.”

Tony thought this would be a good time to interrupt.

“Guys, this is Harley, who I was telling you about. Harley, this is Peter, MJ, and Ned.”

Harley waved from his place on the stool, eyes looking over to the others before returning to the smaller brunette. Peter was still looking a little flushed as he turned to Tony.

“So”, Peter squeaked out before clearing his throat. “We getting ready?”

“Ah right”, Tony exclaimed turning to Harley. “You didn’t destroy the stuff did you?”

Harley scoffed, standing up. “I haven’t even had access to any explosive material”, he said as he made his way to his room. Tony gave him a dubious look as he and the others followed.

The bags were sitting all over the place. Harley grabbed as many as he could before making his way out to the living room and dumping open the bags onto the carpet. Tony and the others followed and did the same. Harley looked through all the stuff, looking for a shirt he had especially liked yesterday.

“Ah”, he called out, picking the item of clothing up from its place near Ned’s feet. It was a grey crop-top with a rainbow wrapped around it. He put it on and turned to MJ.

“Better?”, he asked, grinning.

She looked over at Peter who was currently digging through the clothes, the red on his face from earlier, back. Harley grinned wider, knowing he was flaunting just a little bit. He looked back at the pile of clothes at his feet and began digging around for more stuff. He grabbed a rainbow bandana, some glittery Converse, some rainbow bracelets, and a rainbow headband. He grabbed some glitter hairspray and a Pride makeup pallet.

When he looked up, everyone was still digging around in the pile. He retreated to his room where he changed into some pre-ripped jeans. The rips were made to show rainbow fabrics in the holes. Harley usually found things like these tacky, but they had been the first item of clothing he had ever bought at Nashville Pride. He’d worn them to every parade since.

He was walking out of the room when he ran into another person.

“Oh sorry…”, Harley trailed off.

Peter Parker was standing in front of him in a black tank top that had the bi flag colors wrapped around it. He was wearing shorts and black heeled boots and a bi flag bandana wrapped around his neck. He was also really close and Harley was looking right into his eyes. Harley was a little entranced for a little before stepping back. He cleared his throat and was about to turn away.

“Can you help me do my makeup?”

Harley turned back around to see Peter nervously smiling at him. When Haley didn’t answer, he started to ramble.

“It’s just, I don’t usually wear makeup, and Mr. Stark was telling me that you were really good and was showing me some of the stuff you’ve done so I was wondering if you could do mine. You don’t have to, of course, but--”

“Sure”, Harley interrupted. He grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him into his bedroom’s bathroom. He grabbed a chair from the room and sat it in front of the sink. He pushed Peter into the chair and grabbed the new makeup he’d gotten and some supplies from his old stuff. He grabbed his phone and opened the Spotify app before showing it to Peter.

“Okay?”, he asked.

“You’re the master”, he answered simply and pressed play before getting to work.

Harley worked for a little bit before suddenly asking, “Why do you call Tony ‘Mr. Stark’?”

Peter’s eyes were closed, but his surprise showed on his face.

“Oh, uh, well, he’s my boss.”

Harley scoffed. “You don’t have a typical employer/employee relationship.”

Peter blushed a little at that. “Yeah, well, he kind of helped me a lot when I was in a bad place and he kind of just, took me under his wing, I guess.”

“Makes sense”, Harley said. “That’s what he did for me after he broke into my shed.”

“I’ve never heard that full story”, Peter said. Harley smiled wide.

“Well, let me tell you…”, Harley continued to regale the other boy with the story of how he met Tony Stark.

***

When they stepped back out into the main living quarters, they both had sexuality-centered makeup. Ned nearly fell off his chair when he saw them. MJ scoffed but nodded in approval.

“Wow”, Ned gasped. “I’d seen some of your stuff online but, wow.”

Harley grinned, but he flushed at the compliment.

“So”, Tony called, clapping his hands together. “We ready to go?”

The kids grinned before grabbing their stuff and heading to the elevator. They didn’t have to go far for the parade. It was right outside the building.

“Really?”, Harley asked exasperated as he saw the hordes outside. Tony just shrugged.

“I’m one of the most famous people in human history who happens to be a proud member of the LGBTQ+ community”, Tony responded simply. “When the city asked to have the meeting place here, I couldn’t exactly say ‘no’.”

A woman hurried up to them. She informed Tony that his float was ready and to follow her. The kids shot Tony surprised and amused looks as they made their way out of the building and to a backlot. Dozens of floats were lining up and getting ready as they hurried to the same blue convertible Tony had picked Harley up in. Everyone barely had the time to climb in before they were off.

They made their way through New York City as thousands of people all in bright colors waving different Pride flags cheered. Harley was far out of his element but tried not to show it. Peter was sitting next to him and he looked a little out of his depth but slightly more relaxed. MJ looked bored and Harley was beginning to recognize that as her normal behavior, and Ned was nearly bouncing out of the car.

They pulled up outside of a building and quickly ran inside as the driver took the car away. They were greeted by the mayor when they came in and he ushered them to a room to relax until the parade was over. The group talked for a while until Tony checked his watch and whispered something to Peter. A few minutes later, he made some excuse of going to the bathroom and disappeared.

Harley and MJ were friendly debating over circuit boards when a roar went up outside. The group got up and looked out the windows. Swinging down the street was the city’s new favorite web-slinger. But there was something different about him. Harley figures it out when he got closer.

Spider-Man’s suit was now colored like the bisexual flag.

He landed on the roof of city hall as the crowd’s cheers got louder. The mayor turned to the feed of the outside of the building on a tv monitor. The superhero faced them and waved self-consciously as the people lining the street shouted. He stood there for a few more minutes, waving at people, before back-flipping off the roof behind the building.

A few minutes later, Peter hurried back and flopped himself on the couch. “What did I miss?”

“Spider-Man’s public coming-out”, Harley answered when no one else did, still caught up in their conversation. Peter nodded before turning into the other’s discussion.

Harley looked between Peter and Tony and wondered how everyone didn’t already know who Spider-Man was.

***

The group spent the rest of the day downtown after the parade. Harley was surprised to find that the entire city was used to Tony Stark being anywhere and everywhere at Pride. Harley and the others were racing around, just trying to keep up. By the end of the day, Harley was mentally and physically exhausted.

They had dropped MJ and Ned off at their houses, but Peter’s ain’t was out of town so he was staying at the tower. Tony and Pepper had disappeared somewhere into the tower and the two teens were currently hanging out in Peter’s room, utterly spent. They had talked about Peter’s school and Harley’s life in Tennessee and the several projects they were working on. The conversation had lulled comfortably when Peter began a new topic of conversation.

“How was your first Pride in New York?”

“Good”, Harley said. “Exhausting and way too in the public eye in my opinion, but really good.”

“Did you go to Nashville Pride?”

“I could have, but I decided against it.”

“Don’t they have a big music festival, too?”

“Yeah.”

“We should go one year.”

“Together?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

The two fell into silence once again as they stared up at the ceiling. Harley desperately needed a shower, but he didn’t feel like moving. Instead, he asked, “How long have you been Spider-Man?”

Peter started to stumble over his words and deny it but Harley just turned to him with a look and he cut the act.

“Since I was fifteen. I got bit by a radioactive spider.”

“Nice.”

“Not really, it felt like puberty but weirder.”

Harley choked out a laugh at that.

“How did you know you were bi?”

“I got a crush on this guy in sixth grade. Then I got a crush on a girl the next month. Not that complicated really. You?”

“Always knew. Girls are great friends and are really good with dating advice, but boys were always a different kind of appealing.”

Peter hummed at that. Harley felt the bed shift as Peter suddenly climbed off the bed.

“I’m gonna go take a shower then order take out.”

“I should, too. We should get pizza.”

Peter hummed in agreement as he gathered up some clothes. He disappeared into the bathroom and after a few seconds, Harley heaved himself up as well. He made his way to his bedroom and quickly showered.

He changed into some softer clothes from home and walked into the living room. Peter was talking into the phone and waved at him when he flopped down next to him. He hung up and turned to Harley. They just looked at each other before Harley asked, “Wanna watch a movie?”

Peter shrugged and told Friday to turn on a movie before stretching out on the couch. They watched some fantasy movie in silence.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“You wanna go out with me tomorrow?”

Peter shot up and turned to look at him and Harley was beginning to think he read the situation wrong.

“What?”

“Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow?”, Harley repeated, though a little softer.

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah.”

Peter grinned at him and Harley felt the knot in his stomach loosen up a bit. Then a pillow hit him.

“Of course I want to go out with you dork.”

“Well, you could have answered without the pillow.”

Peter hummed and laid down again, laying his head on Harley’s chest. “Yeah. But it wouldn’t have been as fun.”

#parkner week 2019 #parkner #spiderlad #fic #ok

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really-sleep-deprived-nerd · 5 years

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Sanders Sides Percy Jackson AU!

SO! @moon-scribs and I have been working on this one for a while and we hope you like it!

BASICS:

Logan is a child of Athena

Roman is a child of Apollo (The very extra son of a very extra god)

Remy is a child of Hypnos (Hypnos is the god of sleep)

Virge is a child of Aphrodite and Patton is a child of Hades (Bare with us for a second, we´ll tell WHY we did this below the cut)

Emile is a child of Epiope (The goddess of the soothing of pain)

Deceit Damian is a child of Hermes (Hermes is, among other things, the god of deception)

Thomas is a child of Iris (Y´know, the goddess of the Rainbow)

More about this under the cut! (Warning: Its ridiculously LONG)

Child-of-Aphrodite! Virgil

When deciding upon which god he should be the child of, we mainly thought about how he was before pre-acepting anxiety, how he felt like “The odd-one out”, how he felt like he “didnt belong here”. See where we are going with this?.

Virgil is supposed to be the child of the goddess of beauty, but he honestly cant see it. He is way too pale. Way too lanky. His hair is too messy. He has eyebags that are bigger than his fist. He isnt “pretty”.

His siblings arent helping with that either: They are incredible extroverted people, they actually care about their appearance, about trivial things like make up and clothes, they are known to be extremelly social, their fucking cabin its mOTHERFUCKING BARBIE MANSION PINK AND ALL.

He doesnt fit with them, sure, he can get along with most of them just fine, but he still feels wrong.

He has charmspeak, but he doesn't knows how to use/control it and its also heavily influenced by his emotions, so when he's really stressed out it activates, mostly to keep his friends out of danger. (Its basically like his canon anxiety demon voice, it can influence them like that scene where v's like 'GET RID OF THE PHONE NOW' and Thomas just throws it without thinking )

His first days on camp were pretty rough, and he was thinking of running away, that is, until he met a very cheerful son of Hades.

Child-Of-Hades! Patton

Patton “Hellhounds are just misunderstoods puppies!” Medina

Patton “Oh that kid looks sad and lonely and uncomfortable Im going tO BEFRIEND HIM” Medina

All the hellhounds just become big puppies around him, he has a tiny army of Cat-skeletons and dog-skeletons following him everywhere that are always either playing with him or trying to get pets of him.

Since there is literally just one other kid of hades in the cabin most of the bunks are empty so one of them becomes the Cave(tm) of Patton´s bony friends (Its just a bunch skele-pets under a blanket)

Also one of the bunks is reseved for Virge, since sleeping in a pink barbie mansion surrounded by SO MANY PEOPLE made him incredible anxious. And Patton could not let his precious friend and crush suffer! He has already went through enough!

One of the funniest things to Virgil its the fact that the Hades cabin looks like where vampires would live and then BOOM SUNSHINE BOY

Patton´s Brother: ugh it's too early to-is that the sun??? I thought there were no windows here???

Virge: No, that's Patton

He is the first one to discover that, despite Virgil not believing it, Virge is actually FUCKING gorgeous. Like, one day he makes Virgil giggle and Patton feels as his heart might burst: Virgil´s hair was messy and fluffy and it kinda covered his eyes, but you could see them sparkle with amusement and he had this tiny and kinda shy smile and all that Patton could think was: “goDS ABOVE IM TOO GAY TO FUNCTION- HELP”

Despite his sushiney attitude, lets not forget that, as a child of Hades, Patton is actually fucking powerful, and will not hesitate to absolutly destroy whatever and whoever tries to hurt his fami-friends and his home

Child-Of-Apollo! Roman

You know how Percy´s sword turns into a pen? Yeah, Roman´s katana turns into a golden and silver hairbrush.

Was sent to camp since he was really young and trained in hand to hand combat until he became the best.

Has an enthralling voice and incredible acting skills and he can dance like the muses, but cant shoot straight to save his life (Pun not intended lol) and if he tried to heal a paper cut it would probably get infected .

Loves the camp dearly, but he misses his family a lot so he Iris-calls them every saturday

Child-Of-Athena! Logan

Hands down the best strategist in the whole camp.

Cant do hand-to-hand combat to save his LIFE, but he is amazing with long distance weapons. Bow and Arrow? Logan will pull a hawkeye shit where he NEVER fails. He is good at making traps, like, he studies what surrounds him and can make a scooby-doo-like trap with branches and shit he found laying there. People do not Fuck with him during capture the flag.

You know how Athena´s kids are all terrified of spiders, right? Welp. Logan has a Patton-level fear of spiders.

“Pardon my crude language, but I don't fuck with those tiny ass demons”

Child-Of-Hermes! Damian

“You, my child, are amazing, but you have the moral of a chocolate muffin”- Thomas, to him, after spending 15 minutes alone together.

Will 100% fuck shit up, not in a “IM EVIL FEAR ME” way, but more in a “Remember my father is also the god of pranksters do not fuck with me Virgil”

Has definitely not pranked Roman and Virgil and had to unceremoniously hide in a tree top so this two would not murder him in the time it took for Emile and Pat to calm them down

Child-Of-Hypnos! Remy

He is a child of hypnos, and as such, drinks unhealthy amounts of coffee so he can stay awake.

He can make everyone he wishes fall asleep instantly just by touching them and he can make it last as long as he wishes (More than 4 hs per person tires him tho)

He doesnt have an ounce of common sense in his whole body and Emile still doesnt know how he managed to stay alive for this long.

Child-Of-Epione! Emile

He is not gifted with healing like some childs of Apollo, yet he is able to sooth the pain of others. No, not only as a psychologist (He is not one yet, but he wants to be one when he grows older), but also as an overall comforting presence: He is kind, his voice is calm, he is sweet, patient and emphathic.

One hug from him will not heal all your pain, but will make it hurt less, giving you the strength to keep fighting it for a while.

Really, REALLY not good at fighting.

Cried for a whole day when he learned that the camp has no tv so he couldnt watch any cartoons while he stayed there

He was very lonely growing up as before getting to camp, so he used to watch A LOT of cartoons to keep himself occupied, to avoid feeling alone.

The human mind and emotions never ceases to amaze him.

Child-Of-Iris! Thomas

Thomas started going to camp at a very young age, so he kinda knows everyone.

Despite that fact, he got claimed on the summer after his 15th birthday.

He was walking across the camp towards the Big House to say hi to Chiron when a full on rainbow surrounded him and Iris´s logo started glowing on top of his head. He looked at the rainbow, then he looked down at his “could be gayer” t-shirt and burst out laughing.

He spends only summers on camp, and since he is a bit older than most of the campers, he became a sort of counsellor to new campers whenever he is in camp.

He helps the new ones with training, teaches them how to get around the camp, teaches them how to read in greek and greek history (To them its history, no mythology) if they dont know anything about it.

He is super supportive of every new camper! Like, if they are training and one of the newbies fucks up (Drops his weapon, falls, trips, whatever) he will instantly start going “Its okay!! No one can do this right in their first try!! It took me like a year just to stop sucking at it!! You are trying your best and thats whats important!!”

He gave one look at Virgil´s angsty demeanor, Damian´s snarky attitude, Roman´s fake confidence, Patton´s pattoness, Logan´s insighful and wise opinios, Remy´s complete lack of self preservation and Emile´s internal screaming as he tries to keep the rest of his friends fucking mentally stable and immediatly decided “Im going to adopt them”

While Thomas is an excelent “counsellor” and loves his friends, sometimes he will be watching the other 7 human disasters run around and get into shenanigans and just be like: Those kids are already so fucking weird this might as well happen

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lovinmullen · 5 years

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Nothing Could Beat This Perfect Day...

Here’s my Valentine’s Day Gift Exchange, for the lovely @scientifthicc . Hello, i’m Leo(the locker boy). ‘Tis I, you’re valentine and i hope you’re having the most amazing day possible. I hope you enjoy this fluffy lil one-shot i’ve put togther for you, it’s Tyrus, with background of Bandi and Wonah, at pride !! ++ if you don’t like it i’ll more than happy make you something else because i don’t actually know if this is good or not sksksk,, i’m sorry if it’s bad but ilysm,, i hope you enjoy it and happy valentine’s day💘❤️

also !!! here’s a quick thank you to @swingsetboys for organising this absolutely lovely event !!! thank you endlessly for creating such a wholesome and lovely idea, i hope you have an amazing day !!💝💗

Also quick notes, i’m from UK and like not a big part, at all. i literally saw a tumblr post once where some geezer thought my city didn’t actually exist soooo sksksk... BUT we still do have a pride parade and that is the only pride i’ve ever been to because my parents don’t like me going to the really big ones like in London or Manchester ect. so i just wanted to give some context, because thats the only pride i’ve been to, so that’s what this fic is based upon. firstly, you march through the centre of town until you reach this massive fucking park / field and it is held there. there’s stalls where you can by flags, get face paint and have good, there’s a massive stage we’re bands and drag queens perform and then their are some roller coaster like rides. i’ve heard its very different in America so i thought i would just clear that up sksks sorry to be annoying💌

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‘Boo’, TJ whispered jokingly into Cyrus’ ear as he engulfed the smaller boy in a back hug and then followed the action with a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

‘Watch the glitter Teej!!’ Cyrus complained, giggling while a pout ghosted his lips. He turned around to see Tyler in all his beauty. His hair was fluffy and soft with no product in it, just how Cyrus liked it, he had his bulky yet adorable glasses on, rainbow pride flags painted across his cheeks and the biggest smile plastered on his face. He truly did look perfect, as always, Cyrus reminded himself fondly, a proud smile arriving at his lips. TJ was, his boyfriend. Cyrus Goodman was dating, the Tyler Joseph Kippen. Wow, Cyrus thought, happily. That boy truly was so whipped and so far gone. TJ and Cyrus or CJ, no, Tyrus, as Cy liked to call them, had been dating for almost a year now and the thought of the dirty blonde boy, even liking him back, let alone dating him, still makes the younger boy ecstatic.

‘Are you ready to meet the others?’ Cyrus questioned standing on his tiptoes to press a light kiss to TJ’s lips. The kiss was soft and tender. It was filled with so much love and Cyrus, honestly, couldn't be happier.

Cyrus and TJ walked to where the march would take place, hand in hand, lovingly without a care in the world. They were safe, happy and two boys in love, who couldn't wait for the pride parade to begin.

As they got closer to the meeting place of the march, they were met with Buffy and Andi sitting on the ground peacefully playing with each other's hands laughing loudly to one another over a joke Jonah had said, sitting across from them. Andi and Buffy were draped in Andi’s pansexual pride flag, sitting as closely together as possible, Andi honestly, should have just sat on Buffy's lap. Across from them, Jonah and Walker were sat horizontally from one another cross-legged with Jonah sitting as still as possible while Walker carefully painted an elegant and beautiful bisexual pride flag, in the shape of a heart across Jonah's cheeks. The paint was smooth and thick but it still failed to hide Jonah's blindingly pink blush that appeared when the artistic boy caressed his cheeks lovingly and placed a short but sweet peck to his boyfriend's lips.

When Cyrus and TJ finally came into view of the others they were swarmed with hugs and screams of excitement from their friends.

“Come on you slowcoaches let's get going !!!” Buffy screamed giddily grabbing the hands nearest to her as she tried to drag her friends along.

“Slowcoaches??” TJ questioned pulling his hand out of Buffy's grasp, “Is that a challenge Driscoll?” TJ asked mischievously, a smirk falling onto his lips.

“Oh God, not here too” Andi and Cyrus pleaded and then sighed in unison, rolling their eyes playfully at their significant others, before bursting out into a laugh.

“Yeah, a challenge you’re gonna lose!!”

“Oh shut up Driscoll I-”

“Let me guess” she sighed now mimicking TJ’s voice, “I CoUlD dO tHaT ShIT iN My sLeEP” “Bold of you to assume I actually sleep...” TJ states, lifting an eyebrow.

Walker tried to intervene but he was too late. He blinked for one second. BLINKED and they were already off, playfully shoving each other as they ran through the crowd, daring each other to run faster until one gave way.

Cyrus was sat on TJ’s lap with his head against the jocks chest as they tangled their hands together. Tyler was tapping their intertwined fingers lightly against Cyrus’ legs, to the tune of the blaring music filling the field.

They were watching the drag queens dance from the distance while Buffy and Andi were up close screaming their hearts out, dancing while throwing their linked hands in the air, bouncing uncontrollably. Jonah and Walker were watching them sweetly from the queue for milkshakes, placing bets on whos drink would go flying first. A bet which Walker ended up winning.

“Jonnnnneeee, stop laughing!!” Walker pleaded jokingly as he chuckled, hitting Jonah's arm lightly, “it's not polite”

Jonah stuck his tongue out to blow a raspberry before replying “Walker, you’re a great person and I love you but come on!! THE Buffy Driscoll just not only spilt a pint of Coke over some random dude but she is also apologising!!! We have to savour this moment! Someone, I beg, get a camera.” “I’m on it,” Walker said reaching for his phone before screaming “you’re doing great sweetie!!”

Which caused an abrupt burst of laughter from everyone but Buffy, who simply death stared until she couldn't hold her own laughter in anymore.

“I love you so much, and I am so lucky to have you in my life, you know that right?” TJ whispered into Cyrus’ ear as he hugged him tighter smiling softly to himself.

The smaller boy turned around to his boyfriend to give him a quick kiss. “I love you more, Teej, always and nothing's gonna to change that, okay? I promise.”

Cyrus always knew what to say, he was always amazing with words, and it was like he could read minds, the others found it annoying from time to time but TJ loved it and had never been more grateful for someone. Cyrus could see those words where what he needed because TJ gave Cyrus another kiss, but longer this time, a kiss with an underlying feeling of comfort and safety, one filled with so much love. The taller boy smiled into the kiss before pulling away and jumping up to his feet.

“Come on Underdog, let's go to some of the rides pwetttyy pweasseee!” TJ was giving Cyrus those puppy dog eyes that he knew his boyfriend couldn’t resist.

“Race ya there!!” Cyrus mumbled as he perked up and started sprinting away.

“Cy, babe, you don't even know where you’re going” TJ screamed as he ran to and then very quickly caught up with the Jewish boy. When he finally reached where Cyrus was, he picked him up and spun him around. Both of the boys erupted with playful laughter. They truly were, at that moment, happy and whole. This may only be the first pride parade they have been to but both the boys could tell, it would be the best by far because nothing could beat this perfect day.

#andi mack #tyrus #bandi #wonah #tyrus fic #wonah fic #bandi fic #tj kippen #joshua rush #luke mullen #cyrus goodman #peyton elizabeth lee #sofia wylie #buffy driscoll #jonah beck #walker brodsky #asher angel #cyrus x tj #tj x cyrus

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tsarethan · 5 years

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More Ghost stuff

random questions i answered sorry this is terrible

What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Pup/dog from Ramsey, Ghost in team rainbow and Wolf in the SAS

What is the colour of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

Blue/green eyes, blonde hair and white skin

How tall is your OC?

5’4

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

He’s still pretty pale from the drugs and the track marks on his arms again from the drugs. He has a few tattoos as well mostly of animals

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Well he’s in the army so his normal combat gear or a pair of joggers and an oversized t-shirt/hoodie. Ethan’s not one for formal wear he’s very casual, owns multiple pairs of black skinny jeans that are a little big on him and plaid shirts with a t-shirt underneath are his go too

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Ordinary (assuming this means the way he dresses)

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

He has a couple of scars from bullet wounds and knife scars but the most notable is the ‘Ramsey’s attack dog’ that is carved into the left side of his torso. He has a tattoo on his left forearm of a big black wolf holding a union jack flag and a spitfire plane tattooed on his other forearm, he has a bunch of other tattoos just dotted round but those two are the most notable ones

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

He’s from Liverpool but isn’t conventional, he doesn’t have the typical scouse accent, but other brits can still tell where he’s from

What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area?

On base his room isn’t overly decorated, a few posters and books. In Thatcher’s house is like a normal bedroom, posters, figures, Xbox, pained a dark blue. It’s a loft room so the ceiling is slanted with the roof but there’s a window on the slanted roof which he enjoys because he can smoke in his room and it leaves nice colours in his room at sunset. He’s got a double bed and nice tv to go along with the Xbox and he’s eternally grateful to his dad.

What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

Weed box and knife collection

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

His mum was murdered brutally on Ramsey’s orders, they weren’t that close

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

His birth dad is the same as his mum, was later adopted by Thatcher, they have a great relationship even if they bicker a lot

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Birth family he had one sister named Laura they have never had a good relationship and it was only made worse with their parents’ deaths

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

Thatcher

What was your OC’s childhood like?

Until he was 11 Ethan had a pretty normal childhood that’s when everything went to shit with (unknowingly) joining the syndicate

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

With it saying childhood I’m gonna say from before aged 11, Ethan’s not sure if it’s a memory or something his brain came up with after being told the story but when he was 4 he nearly fell down the gap between the train and the platform edge. He was dangling in that gap for a good few seconds as his mum ha a hold of his hand, but she was also holding a bunch of bags and couldn’t pull him completely out. A stranger grabbed Ethan and lifted him out, ever since then he’s been terrified of the gap between trains and platforms and makes sure people stay far away from the yellow line at the station. If people don’t it can send him into a full blown panic attack

What is your OC’s imagination like?

Hes a bit of a daydreamer but most of what he thinks is his revenge against Ramsey. With his drawings they are mostly vent art or drawings of the other ops

How many times did your OC move as a child? Which area was his/her favourite?

Never moved, his family lived in a poor as shit area and couldn’t afford to move

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

He loves the kids in his adoptive family but has never thought about having kids of his own, when he thinks of family he thinks of the people already around him rather than settling own and having his own

What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Idk he’s still really young and going through a lot with the trauma he’s experienced so I don’t think he would put too much thought on being a parent

Who is your OC’s closest relatives?

His dad (Thatcher), Sledge, Mute, Smoke (like brothers to him)

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Bandit, Mute, Rook, Twitch, Glaz, kapkan

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

People who can have a laugh but he’s generally on okay terms with the whole team besides lion

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

Ignorant hateful people, those who have a problem with his family, people who look down on him for his age, sexuality and background. Greed driven people and people who think they’re better than everyone else thinking they are gods gift to the world

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Bandit

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

They have suffered in similar ways and have seen similar horrors. At the start of rainbow they were both outcasted by other CTU’s (not the SAS and GSG9) they learned to survive through this together and grew into an infamous team in rainbow. They both learn to heal together

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

His ability to control his anger, Ethan knows what effect the things they have both experienced can damage the control of anger and violence. Bandits restraint is a great thing and how he can turn it into harmless pranks

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

The first gathering of team rainbow in Hereford base

What is your OC’s level of education?

He got up to A-Levels

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

Nope

What is your OC’s opinion of school? What kind of student was s/he?

He was very fond of school it gave him a chance to be normal for a few hours of the day even if he was getting into fights quite a bit

What subjects did your OC excel at?

History, science, art and mechanics

What subjects interested your OC?

History and art

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

Well he’s serving a military service but if he had a choice he would have liked to work in a museum

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

He’s not working towards it as he can’t, and he got this job through a plea deal

What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

He’s good at what he does and has found a family so he’s happy where he is, it’s certainly better than a prison cell

What is your OC’s biggest dream?

Keep the team alive longer than himself

How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Sleeps, drinks, smokes, fights either other ops or a punching bag

How does your OC handle anger?

Anger is what he handles the worst he can have severe violent breakdowns but he’s learned how to control it for the most part but that will only last so long

How does your OC handle grief?

He shuts down, you won’t get a response from him at all, it then turns destructive and after that he grieves normally, cries and tries his very best to move on from it. The most grief he’s experienced so far was from the murder of his parents and the only thing that could make him go through that extreme sort of grief again would be the death of one of the SAS or Bandit

What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Losing the people, he loves and falling back into Ramsey’s grasp again

What makes your OC happy?

His family and friends, having a day off at the same time as bandit so they can chill together

What kind of sense of humour does your OC have?

Very dark humour along with the typical millennial humour

What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

Being unable to help those on his team, he would lay down his life for them and he was taught any failure to save those ‘more important’ than himself was met with severe punishment (torture)

What are some things that annoy your OC?

People not understanding when he says he wants to be alone for a bit. People making fun of him for being 24 and being as close as he is with his dad

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

Everything he’s done between the ages of 11-18

How easily does your OC forgive?

Petty bitch very rarely forgives

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

Torture, dehumanisation, body mutilation, he was in a brutal crime syndicate he’s seen so much at a very young age

What secrets does your OC have?

While he feels guilty for everything he done he doesn’t really feel bad for the victims, they were rivals and other criminals and he thinks what he done was mostly justified in his very black and white view on innocent and guilty. Also, he knows a lot more than what he told the police when he negotiated

What are some of your OC’s morals?

If you’re innocent you’re innocent, if you’re guilty it doesn’t matter what happens to you as long as you’re dealt with. However, his view of his is guilty is towards the real scum bags not just like people caught with drugs or imprisoned for petty stuff

What are some of your OC’s motivations?

His ingrained nature to protect an seeing how easy it is for situations to go south, very much a ‘if I don’t save them then who will’ along with obviously the supportive people he has around him

What is the health of your OC?

He’s not exactly a health freak, he enjoys drinking just a little bit too much and enjoys smoking weed, he did smoke cigarettes but with advice from sledge he got an electric cigarette instead. He eats pretty much whatever he wants not thinking too much about it (until he gets food poisoning or some shit) so not in the best of shape but he’s not out of shape either with his profession it’s hard to be out of shape and still meet expectations

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

A bit of both, outside of missions/training he thinks with his heart

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

His own death doesn’t phase him, he’s come close more than once and he knows its gonna happen one day, so he accepts it

What are some of your OC’s strengths?

His situational awareness and skill with knives, anger management, never give up attitude

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

How much he cares for others, it can be too much and lead to him making impulsive choices, his trouble with forgiving people like the whole lion situation on a good day he’ll be civil with Olivier but on others not so much so he just tries to avoid Oli as much as possible, he’s also still weary about the other GIGN ops after the whole incident even though he loves the others he hasn’t forgotten the looks on their faces during the stand off and the choice words that were exchanged

How does your OC take criticism?

Not well he finds it a bit degrading and will struggle to see where he went wrong because he’s usually pretty good at pointing out his own flaws and failures

What does your OC think of him/herself?

He struggles with having an identity like he’s not really sure who he is, what type of person he is, but even still he has a very negative viewpoint of himself with how little he actually understands

What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Snarky little kid who needs to cheer up a bit

How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

Not very unless they become close, the people who he’s vulnerable with the most is thatcher followed closely by bandit, but they are working on that

How does your OC display love?

Not a big fan of pda but loves cuddling on the couch with his quilt

What is your OC’s favourite drink?

Non-alcoholic: probably original Lucozade

Alcoholic: Heineken or Becks

What is your OC’s favourite food?

Probably tuna pasta or chicken ceaser wrap

What is your OC’s favourite sweet?

Skittles, when he’s in the mood to be a little shit he will down a bag of them with a red bull

What is your OC’s favourite season?

Autumn/winter

What is your OC’s favourite kind of weather?

Where it’s a little chilly but not cold, like the sky is grey but you can still walk around only needing a hoodie/light jacket

What is your OC’s favourite book?

Game of Thrones

What is your OC’s favourite movie and/or TV show?

Movie: Guy Ritchie’s sherlock Holmes films (with RDJ and Jude Law)

TV show: line of duty or game of thrones or Luther although air crash investigation is something he will happily both binge watch and leave as background music

What is your OC’s favourite kind music (and song if there is one)?

He loves most types of music, focuses more on good songs than a good genre, his favourite song would probably either ‘I was just a kid’ or ‘Amsterdam’ both by nothing but thieves

What is your OC’s favourite form of entertainment?

Video games

What is your OC’s favourite colour?

Dark blue

What is your OC’s favourite animal?

Wolf

What is your OC’s favourite sound?

Thunderstorms

What is your OC’s favourite time of day?

late nights/early morning when everything is calm

What is your OC’s favourite kind of ice cream?

Mint chocolate

What is your OC’s favourite dinosaur?

carnotaurus

#ghost #oc #r6s

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