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Bunny Ears (Part 16) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
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Sorry if I missed you on the tag-list!
CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.
As the colder months drew closer, there were a few more faces kicking around the restaurant, Henry apparently on a recruiting spree for seasonal workers so that Christmas wasn't too harsh on the longer term employees. Not that you minded working Christmas if you had to, but the thought your boss put into such things was always appreciated.
Several of you were standing behind the prize counter, running through the ticket procedures and prize counts for the newbies, watching them nod and smile with it being abundantly clear that they had not taken in a single word of your explanation. However forgiving a boss you had, you knew that William would not tolerate laziness and even Henry and his big heart had it's limits. You did feel slightly sorry for them if they met the more abrasive side of your boyfriend however, not that it would be anything but their fault.
Through the noise, you heard your name being called, snapping your head up and giving a polite smile in that direction, the smile widening as you spotted a familiar looking little blonde girl clutching a Spring-Bonnie plushie. Excusing yourself quickly from behind the counter and leaving the new staff in the capable hands of your co-workers to go and say hello.
"Hey Vanessa! How are you doing today?" You asked, crouching on her level and watching her face light up as you remembered her. A gap-toothed smile making your heart melt as she giggled.
"I'm good! Daddy's working so he told me to go play." She said, twisting her body slightly back and forth like she was trying to expel the excess energy. "I know you're working too, I just wanted to say hello!"
"Well aren't you cute? Listen, Vanessa, can I ask you to do a really big girl favour for me?" You asked, watching the little girl's chest puff up in pride at being asked to do such an important task by an adult. You reached into your pockets and pulled out a few dollars that you'd been planning on using for a few cups of soda, but decided giving William's little girl some entertainment was far more worth it. "I want you to take these, and have as much fun as you can with them. Maybe you can win your daddy a prize?" You suggested, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide as she gingerly took the dollar bills, reaching into the pockets of her little purple overalls and pulling out a matching coloured purse, placing them inside with a super big smile. Throwing her arms around your neck in a hug as she practically vibrated with excitement.
"I will! Me and Charlie are going to have so much fun! We'll come show you our prizes afterwards!" Bounding off before you could really process the tiny child around your neck, smiling broadly and standing back up. Feeling eyes on you and spotting Stacey standing a little way back, eyebrow raised.
"You know that's Afton's kid right?" She asked, making you think for a second before nodding slowly. Stacey grinned and came up to you, poking you in the side teasingly, making you swat her hand away as she dug into your ribs slightly. "What, do you have a crush on him or something? Sucking up to his kid like that." Your cheeks turned red at the suggestion, though not quite for the reasons that Stacey seemed to have in mind as she made a shocked gasp.
"I know. But she's our boss' kid and I would rather spend a few dollars to get in his good books. I think she's playing with Henry's kid by the sounds of it."
"You totally have a crush on Afton." Stacey teased, totally missing the response you'd given her, making you roll your eyes as you attempted to walk away from the relentless teasing.
"And? If I did, what exactly are you going to do with that info Stace?" You asked, shaking your head slightly as you headed towards the main area as the next showtime started, watching out for screaming kids as they ran towards the stage to see Freddy, Bonnie and Chica perform.
"Still going to be fun to tease you about it! Even if it's our dirty little secret."
Swatting her away annoyedly, you began to pace the pizzeria, running dishes if they were ready to go from the kitchen and soon getting caught back up in the flow of work. Almost forgetting about Vanessa and Charlie until the lunch rush died down and only a few families remained, also finishing up to go back home or whatever they did when they left Freddy's for the day. You were sure your confetti blouse had pizza sauce and/or some soda spilt down it from kids running about, but your hair stuck to your forehead slightly as you finished running some of the last dishes back to the kitchen. Glad to have a moment's reprive.
Until a little body tackled your legs and almost forced them out from under you with a grunt. Looking down to see what was happening and spotting the top of Vanessa's head, looking up at you with that gap-toothed grin as she hugged your legs before stepping back and gesturing to a dark, curled girl hiding a little ways behind her.
"We're back! Me and Charlie got so many prizes!!" Her sweet enthusiasm making you melt slightly as you looked over the collection they both seemed so proud of. With how bubbly Vanessa was, and how Charlie quietly stood to one side and avoided your eyes, you would have assumed that their fathers were swapped. Not quite understanding how William produced such an extroverted child, but adoring the small girl all the same. "Can you help us pick out which ones our daddy's would like?" Tugging at your sleeve until you nodded in agreement.
Sifting through all the trinkets and toys, you made a selection for Henry and William. Charlie seemed quite pleased with your choice, giving a softly spoken 'thank you' as you picked out the matching Freddy's bracelets for her and him. Vanessa also seemed to vibrate with excitement when you picked out a small bag of candy for William, hoping he had a sweet tooth as the two girls held hands and ran off with all their prizes. Giggling wildly and making you shake your head at how cute they were.
'I wonder if William ever wants more kids one day.'
Cleaning up didn't seem so bad after the interaction with the two little girls, humming quietly to yourself as you worked on making the dining area spotless for the next load of guests. Taking pride in the place in a different light now you knew how much passion was laid behind it, you hoped that you could stay at Freddy's for a long time. Part of the Fazbear Family in more ways than one.
Henry and William emerged from the back after a while, which of course drew the attention of all the staff since they were always curious about the bosses walking the floors. Henry was in another colourful abomination of a suit, whilst William was covered up in mechanics overalls, clearly having been in the parts and services room and tinkering away on some project for a majority of the morning. Each one with a small child on their arm, making you smile as you realised that they were going to have lunch in the dining room with their kids rather than hide away in the back office. Although you felt a small pang that your homemade lunch was going to go to waste that day.
Charlie and Vanessa waved to you as they went past, and you waved back brightly to them, making them both giggle excitedly and both of the men smile at seeing their daughters happy. Henry bending down to pick up Charlie and carrying her over to a booth whilst William simply held Vanessa's hand, keeping her close as he slid in opposite his business partner. Chatting away idly to him about something quietly whilst the girls grabbed Freddy's colouring sheets and some crayons, doodling away quite happily whilst their dads talked.
It was a super cute sight to see, and you noticed a lot of the older staff looking happy at the sight as well, whilst the newer staff just looked mildly confused at the development.
Heading on over after nobody moved for a second, you smiled at the men who both smiled back. Charlie giving you a shy smile and Vanessa practically bouncing in her seat as she recognised you. "Hi miss! Hi miss!" You laughed as she greeted you, hearing a chuckle from Henry and seeing William's cheeks colouring slightly beneath his stubble. Planting his hand on his daughter's shoulder in an attempt to get her to sit down properly in her seat. You could tell she was a menace of a child if they ever went out to eat somewhere. Deciding to see about making Charlie giggle perhaps, since she seemed to be the shyer of the two.
"Welcome to Freddy's folks! Have you been here before?" You chirped in your customer service voice, making the two children giggle wildly as Henry looked like he'd blue-screened for a moment and William raised a thick eyebrow, looking at you over his glasses with humour in his eyes.
"Yep! We're friends of Freddy and Bonnie and Chica and Foxy and Fredbear, and Spring-Bonnie!" Vanessa piped up, making you dramatically place a hand over your heart and widening your eyes and expression into dramatic shock. The little girls giggling at the sight and making you fight not to smile with them.
"You're friends with them?! Well now, I'm friends with them too! I'm surprised we've never met." Exagerating your expressions slightly to send the girls into giggles as Henry recovered from his mild crisis and William leaned back in the booth, the corner of his mouth twitching and fighting a smile just like you were.
"We're far more private friends with them." William joined in, his gravelly voice laced with amusement as he met your eyes briefly, winking at you and making your cheeks flush slightly.
"Private friends hey? Well here at Freddy's, we believe everybody can be friends!" Vanessa and Charlie giggling as they looked over the menus sat infront of their dads before looking up at you with a sense of awe.
"Can I have a mini pepperoni with mushrooms?" Vanessa asked politety, looking at her dad before continuing "And a cola?"
"No cola, Vanessa. She can have juice." William interjected, making his daughter pout cutely at him as the already hyperactive child was denied her sugar rush.
"Please may I have just a cheese pizza?" Charlie asked in her soft voice. You nodded and wrote down the order on your mini-pad from your pocket, watching Henry smile and ruffle Charlie's hair affectionately before he finally turned to you properly.
"She can have a juice too, and what do you say Will, you want to split a pepperoni?" Smiling brightly as William finally allowed his lips to curl up at the edge and smile slightly, glancing back at Henry and then at you once more.
"Sure thing. And two sodas, might as well have the full Freddy's experience." He joked, making you laugh as you wrote it down and put the pad away, clearing the menus from the table temporarily and quickly looking over the kids doodles.
"Alright! I'll get that into the kitchen for you." Smiling brightly as you headed away, hearing the girls excitedly chatting about how you asked if it was their first time at Freddy's. The low murmur of voices soothing any nerves you had about doing something like that as you ripped off the order and pushed it through to the kitchen, the chefs nodding and getting to making it whilst you handed the drinks off to another one of the front of house.
Grabbing yourself a fountain drink and reminding yourself to pay it into the till later, you sipped at it as you glanced across the restaurant before heading back to the employee breakroom to go eat your own lunch. Spotting Garrett in there and animatedly talking to some of the new hires.
"So anyway, Wiffle Bat Willy can be a bit of a hardass." He said, clearly in the middle of a debrief or telling a story as you padded over to the fridge, grabbing the bag with your name on it as you could almost hear the confusion in one of the young men's voices.
"Wait, why's he called 'Wiffle Bat Willy'?"
"Because he clocked a kid in the head with a wiffle ball." Garrett explained and rolled his eyes like it was obvious. Shit-eating grin on his face as he spread your boss' nickname to the newbies, and you somehow knew that this would be a running joke for generations of staff to come.
#william afton#steve raglan#springtrap#william afton x reader#fnaf movie#steve raglan x reader#springtrap x reader#william afton smut#william afton x you#fnaf x reader
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My thoughts on G3 dolls so far!
Plus my fav ones so far for reference lol.
And looking at this pic made me realise my bias for cool coloured dolls.
Funny enough of the dolls I have so far from G3 I have more Cleo’s because as a history person I LOVE the Ancient Egypt chic of her clothes.
I think my fav body mould is Draculauras, her short and curvy look is so cute and she’s always got great hairstyles. I also love how tall Frankie is compared to her lol.
All the dolls I have are great quality, so I dunno why people were complaining?? Maybe there was a bad batch over in America or something because here in Australia I’ve had nothing but good quality dolls. I did braid some of my dolls with more textured hair to protect it just in case though. I’ve had no experiences of glue seepage or mis-prints or anything. I like that they have the middle articulation now too, makes them more pose-able.
The fashion is definitely less edgy, but I think that fits in with what alternative fashion is like nowadays. There’s so much more focus on laying and prints when you look at recent alt fashion, and not all alt fashion is head to toe black. I think it’s clear where each characters style is drawing inspiration from (lagoona is the coconut girl/ vsco girl trend, Draculaura is a witchy pastel goth, Frankie has some academia in there etc).
Things I’d like to see in upcoming dolls:
Wire in the Deuces snakes so they’re pose-able
Some lolita influence for the vampires
Even more unique body moulds for upcoming characters
SPECTRA I NEED SPECTRA BACK
Use of transparency and iridescence again
More short hair dolls
A more androgynous look for Frankie (note obviously not all enbies have to be androgynous I mean I still wear dresses from time to time. But Frankie being enby opens doors to explore gender fluid fashion on dolls)
Dolls based on the live action looks.
Honestly I don’t really have anything bad to say, I guess some of the accessories are a bit plain but it’s not like you can’t work them into a cool look. And some of the thicker shoes like sneakers are a BITCH to put on and off bc they’re so stiff. Other than that I’m actually very pleased with G3 dolls so far.
#monster high#monster high g3#g3 monster high#monster high dolls#monster high doll#monster high fandom#monster high reboot#monster high 2022#monster high series
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Bnha Headcanon submission (you can disagree if you want, I won't be upset)
Itsuka Kendo
Cis (she/her, is okay with they sometimes), lesbian and is dating Shiozaki, Has medicated ODD (oppositional defiance disorder)
Really enjoys Martial Arts and willingly spars with Ojiro and Sen while Setsuna cheers on
Kojiro Bondo
Questioning (he/him/it/it's/they/them), has no crushes/single
They're semi-verbal but rarely speak and he has Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Are childhood friends with Kodai and Koda
Pony Tsunotori
Enby (She/They) and has an ongoing crush on Monoma but doesn't consider themself as straight.
Really likes horses and anything similar to them (like Centaurs and Minotaurs as well as Mules)
Setsuna Tokage
Femme leaning questioning (She/He/They), bisexual, has ADHD, single/no crush
Goes to pet stores to look at the fishes because they're colourful
Hiryu Rin
Trans (He/Him only), Pan-ace, Autistic and Dyslexic, single/no crush
Has no special interest but is easily attached to anything dragon related
Juzo Honenuki
Enby but will claim to be Cis (He/Him/It/Its), claims to be straight but has a crush on Hiryu saying, 'He is an exception'
Is suspected for Autism but isn't confirmed
Has a special interest for Dental related things
Kinoko Komori
Cis (she/her), bisexual, dating Shihai, Autistic with a hyperfixation on Mushrooms and Lolita fashion, likes to photograph wild plants with Shiozaki
Has a special interest in Fungi
Shihai Kuroiro
Trans (He/Him, doesn't mind neoprouns), Autistic, dating Kinoko, calls himself 'queer' since sexuality isn't important to him
Is besties with Tokoyami, has joking beef with Dark Shadow
Yui Kodai
Trans (She/Her, tolerates he/him for parents only), has situational tic disorder/Unspecified Tic disorder, lesbian and has a crush on Pony.
Tics when overwhelmed or dozing off
Kosei Tsuburaba
Cis (He/him), Autistic with ADHD, DCD and maladaptive daydream disorder, Aroace, single
Is close friends with Fukidashi, Monoma and Awase
Special interest and Hyperfixation on Bluey (the TV show) and Finger-Knitting
Neito Monoma
Enby/questioning/non-caring (he/They/she), gay/questioning while dating Shinsou, Has DpDr, Post-traumatic disorder not otherwise specified, EID (emotional intensity disorder, a disorder that causes the intensifying of base emotions {I.e sadness becomes depression}) with Tactile defensiveness disorder,Autistic traits and ADHD traits
Is aware of Pony's crush on him but still sees her as a good friend, special interest is Belgium comics
Togaru Kamakiri
Trans (He/him), ace, single/no crush, has anger issues
Likes to go to pet stores with Setsuna to look at the 'scary' looking fishes
Jurota Shishida
Cis (He/him), has chronic migraines and GAD, gay, single/no crush
He endorses Tsuburaba's interests as he likes hearing people rant happily {he will never tell anyone but it makes him happy}
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
Cis (He/him), single, gay
Besties with Kirishima
Ibara Shiozaki
Cis (she/her), questioning but is dating Kendo, Autistic
Has a special interest with plants and a hyperfixation on wildlife
Sen Kaibara
Cis (He/him), questioning, Autistic with ADHD, has a crush on Awase
Has a special interest in Military Combat, hyperfixation for martial Arts and likes to spar with people
Nirengeki Shoda
Trans (He/They), likes men, GAD
Hero costume brings comfort to him since the material is soft
Yosetsu Awase
Cis (He/him), Autistic with hyperlexia, bi-poly, crushing on Momo to this day
He isn't aware that Sen likes him nor that he has feelings for him as well.
OOOOHHHG MY GOLLY!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!!!!!!! OMGOMG:DDD THANK YOU FOR SHARING !! theres r all canon and real and i love them sm!! /g
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Gifts! First is Mipha's to Sandy! It's just a few Zora-Made jewellery using coloured stones! They're rather beautiful!
Mimi to Rammy? Well, the butterball blob is rather limited so she gives her some new jeans and a new guitar!
Nazuna put herself in sexy attire under the tree for Carol and... the less said about THAT gift the better. It was pretty tiring for Christmas Morning no doubt...!
Minerva got Ma-San a new set of drums and a signed photo album of the mink~
Kobayashi got Katy a HUGE rib roast! That's it. It's very tasty!
Videl got Cofi some giftcards for some good fast food places and some bathing stuff to help her relax.
Iori? Well, that lazy enby managed to get Fenneko a new set of VR stuff along with that VR game she had been going on about. How nice to know they were listening!
Chalice is given set of diamond jewellery; necklace and earrings. She is also given a kiss on the cheek too from Blaze!
Seiko got Lammy some supplement powders to help her weight gain efforts along with a collection of chocolates too.
Poppy got Elora a new faun-style dress!
Sandy is gladly wearing the jewellery with pride, and hey, she was able to give Mipha a present before going into hibernation! It's nothing as extravagant as what she received, but she gave the zora princess a recipe book all the way from her home state in Texas! She figured Mipha could learn to cook how she does while the squirrel hibernates.
Rammy is rocking the new jeans (or at least until she outgrows them) and is loving the sound of her new guitar! Perfect for fatty fingers like hers! In return, she gives her bedbound blob beauty some large chocolate wedding cakes. No, they weren't getting married, not yet anyways, but she knows how much she loves chocolates, and she'd have something to munch on for awhile, while the ram works in the shop!
Carol was an absolute, flustered mess at the sight of Nazuna, and yeah, we'll just say the night onto Christmas morning was fun. Carol had just prepared a whole bunch of sweets for the idol, like pies and cakes.
Ma-San is loving the new drums, but is trying to keep the excitement to a minimum so she doesn't blow the roof off the place, and kept the photo album on her nightstand. She returned the gesture with a signed copy of MilkCan's first vinyl album, Make it Sweet.
That rib roast is devoured within minutes, and Katy swiftly returns the gesture by cuddling the mound of a human all night, purring strong enough to make their flab vibrate together.
Cofi has a big grin on her face at the gifts she had received, and in return, she gave Videl some boxing gear. She knew she was a fighter, so, why not?
Fenneko spent that entire morning playing that VR game, having the time of her nearly immobile life, though she struggled to get Iori anything for Christmas herself, so, she settled on a nice looking suit that were a little stretchy. The two weren't showing any signs of slowing their gains, so might as well be comfy.
Chalice is blushing hotly, wearing the jewelry and necklaces, feeling like a proper princess, especially when she was kissed on the cheek. The most she was able to get for Blaze, without using her charm this time, was a golden pocket watch with a custom logo that looked like Blaze's head.
Lammy smiled at the powders, she was definitely going to put these to good use, though she wasn't sure what to get for Saiko...maybe another date night would help? They only did one after all.
Elora is flaunting the new dress, loving it! In return, she gives Poppy Crush's old club, a weapon that was left behind after Ripto's defeat.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!
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Euphoria
Just a self indulgent thing that I got the idea from @four-feet-of-pure-bullshit, the usual lmao. It's done now!
This can low-key link to the trans sky fic since it's the same gender hcs but this focusses on enby time <3 though it's kinda Time starting to figure it out <3
Enjoy the art too <3
Time sat there awkwardly; their hands clasped around the yellow fabric of a sundress. Their hands shook slightly.
They sat there for a while before taking their usual armour and clothing off- leaving the black undershirt on for comfort before slipping the dress on.
They were glad they were in Wild's hyrule- they were even more glad that they got dumped near Hateno. They had managed to sleep in for once and now they were alone- trying the dress they got a while ago on in peace and without fear of judgement.
Though, they hated this dress. The colour was just this weird yellow-green. It sat weirdly on them too, but that they understood. It wasn't made for them. Though, the colour was by far the most off putting.
Why did Hylia create such a weird colour?
They took a second to criticise the dress before the euphoria settled in. They would enjoy it while it lasted.
Time didn't know how much time had passed, well, they did but for once they didn't concern themselves with keeping track as they did various things inside the house. Mostly cleaning since it looked like the house desperately needed it.
They hadn't noticed the door open as they hummed. They hadn't noticed the wide-eyed gazes follow their movements while they kept cleaning.
There was just silence until Time had turned around and their eye met the younger Links eyes.
They froze. This was meant to be a just them thing. They didn't want anyone else to know.
They shut their eye, waiting for any words of judgement.
"What are ya wearin'?" Legend asked. Oh, they didn't expect that tone from the Vet-
"What the hell Vet?!" They heard Warriors shout. "You should be the last-"
"Shut up Wars, that colour is terrible. It doesn't do anythin' for Time."
" 'Ave got ta agree wit' tha vet. It's a 'orrible colour. Am thinkin' more of an olive."
"I think tha yellow is cute. Just tha wrong shade."
Time opened their eye almost hesitantly and it met Legend's gaze.
"Go put ya other clothes on and we'll go find ya a better colour. Maybe make it more flattering too."
Time didn't move. They didn't know what to do.
"We don't have all day!" Legend ushered the chain out so Time could change peacefully.
They didn't know what to do. They had expected so much... Worse... That's what they usually got from everyone but Malon.
They slowly put their usual clothing on, leaving the armour. They folded the dress up, placing it in a bag.
They almost wanted everyone to act like they hadn't seen this. They would have rather them judge.
Time hesitated, before pushing the door open.
"A'ight then. Let's go." Legend turned without even waiting for Time and began to wonder towards the clothing and dye shops.
Time followed behind him, their eye wondering around. "You don't have to do this." He whispered.
"I'm not lettin' ya walk around in that ugly dress."
"It's fine. I don't wear it often to-" They couldn't finish their sentence.
"Even if ya don't wear it often, you looked happy. So, we're gonna make you happy with somethin' you'll look good in."
They didn't know what to say, though not much could be said since they had arrived at the dye shop.
"D'ya have the dress?" Legend got passed the dress before sorting the dye thing out while Time just looked around.
So many pots of dye. It would be nice to have dresses in all the rainbow. Not only dresses actually, skirts too. Just anything.
Legend seemed to almost read their mind. "We can look at a few skirts too. Maybe I can try ta make ya one when we get to my Hyrule."
Time paused, their eyes quickly meeting the Dye shops worker before looking back to Legend. "Uh sure-" They didn't want to talk as openly about it- after all, they had been told so many times guys don't wear dresses.
"Right, while this is gettin' sorted, let's find a good colour for ya." Legend picked up the samples of the dyed fabrics, going through each one and looking up at Time.
Sometimes Legend made a disapproving face. Sometimes he smiled, all while Time stood there awkwardly. Maybe if they got a nice dress, they could greet Malon in it the next time they saw her. That would be nice... She'd probably be happy to see them in a dress...
"Right. Not so surprisingly, greens suit ya the most. Maybe that yellow may've been a mistake..."
"What about light blue? Malon said it looked nice on me." Time sounded nervous, beginning to wish they had their armour to hide under.
Legend picked it up a few shades of blues, holding it up to them. "Whaddya know. Light blue does look nice on ya."
Time smiled slightly at that. "I want to get a light blue dress then-"
Legend grinned. "Great. I'll probably have ta sew the dresses a bit so they're more flatterin' but great."
Once the dress had been dyed, Legend took Time to the clothing shop. They'd probably come back to the dye shop once more but for now- dresses.
Time was mostly dragged around by Legend, who occasionally looked to them then to a dress. It went on for a while, but Time let it.
Though, they couldn't help but focus on the shopkeepers eyes drilling themselves into the back of their head from her little corner.
They're gonna hear a comment about men not wearing dresses. They knew it.
Then Legend looked over to the shopkeep. "D'ya have any more styles?"
She smiled at them nervously. "Sadly not. Are you getting dresses for your friend here?"
"Yea. He had a dress in tha most ugliest shade of yellow so we need to sort it right out."
The shopkeeper giggled slightly. "We can try get some more dresses in next time we restock for your friend?"
"That would be appreciated."
"Alright! Did you like any of the dresses?"
Time glanced to Legend. They didn't know what would look good on them.
"Yea. I'll grab them quickly. It's like... Two... How much would that be?" Legend asked, going to get the two dresses.
"About 300 rupees."
Before legend could say anything else, Time quickly passed the rupees. They just wanted to leave.
This was getting a bit much for them.
They quickly rushed out of the shop and leaned against the wooden beams. Their breathing was a little heavy. Their eyes darting around- they knew half the chain would've judged them if it weren't for Legend going on about his clothing preferences.
They waited for Legend. It felt like it took half an hour, but Time knew it was maybe three minutes max.
"Ya okay, Oldie?" Legend asked the moment he left the shop, pulling a cloth bag over his shoulders. "Ya seem kinda freaked out."
"This is just... A lot..." Time mumbled, waiting for Legend to start leading him wherever next.
"Let's go sit down an' talk bout this." Legend led Time to the outskirts of Hateno, just barely off the path leading into the small village. "Now, talk."
Time sat down on a rock, holding their head in their hands. "I- I- Why is everyone encouraging this?"
"Because? It's just clothes?"
"I got told guys don't wear skirts. Or dresses."
They could hear the cogs turning in Legend's mind, clearly looking for the right words in the right tone.
Thirty seconds.
A minute.
A minute and a half.
"Well, why does it matter? What's your gender anyway?"
There was some silence before Time managed to shrug.
Legend sat down on the ground across from Time, half fidgeting with his various rings. "Try describe it?"
"I don't know?... Can we go back, and I'll think about it, I guess?" Time spoke quietly, quickly getting up. "I want to try the dresses on." Time shrunk back after he said it, nervous. "Maybe adjust them while we're at it?"
"F'course... Woulda mind if I use neutral pronouns for ya?"
"I don't think so?"
Legend nodded and guided Time back to Wild's cosy, little home. "Try on one of the dresses for today. Maybe keep it on an' see how ya feel?"
Time just nodded, half hunching as they walked. "No one will say anything?"
"They try ta and they'll regret it... Sorry if I scared ya earlier though."
Time just nodded, following closely behind Legend, only stopping when a deep turquoise fabric was shoved in their arms. Legend didn't wait for Time before pushing the door open.
"A'ight. We're back. Time needs ta get changed so out." He ushered the chain out quickly. "They'll probably keep it on for the rest of the day."
Time couldn't help but smile.
Some of them instantly picked up on the change, half whispering between them about how good Time will look- using the neutral pronouns.
Time's cheeks would definitely start to hurt at some point.
They could get used to this. They at least had something nice to wear when they stayed in villages. They didn't look as threatening in a dress- they felt pretty.
They could really get used to it.
#link tries to write#unnamed idiot tries to write#lu time#linked universe#linked universe time#time linked universe#linked universe fanfic#fanfic#time in dresses <3#time in skirts <3
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Shovel Talk
Summary: Hotch and Emily find out about Derek's relationship with Spencer and decide it's time for a chat.
Tags: fluff, humour, est. rel., protective!derek, emily, and hotch, relationship reveal, mentions of past hurt spencer
Pairing: Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid
Word Count: 1.5k
Masterlist // Read on AO3
Inspired by this post by @penemily that I couldn't stop thinking about. Honestly I love this fic so much lol.
Derek isn’t quite sure how he’s found himself in a vacant office after hours, crowded into an office chair with broken wheels as the two most intimidating FBI agents he knows stand over him.
“Either of you want to tell me what the hell’s going on?” Derek asks, bewildered by how quickly his evening had changed. One minute he’s sneaking looks at Spencer over his computer screen, and the next he’s hauled off to a private room like some sort of hostage.
He’s not scared, but he’s definitely a little pissed off. It’s nearing 10pm and all he wants to do is go home with Spencer, curl up on the sofa and eat take-out in front of the TV as they celebrate closing a case in their own way. He used to celebrate by going out for a drink, falling into bed with a stranger if the opportunity arose, but a quiet evening on the sofa with his boy in his arms is surprisingly satisfying these days.
Hotch raises an eyebrow. “We know,” he says simply, something fierce behind his words.
Derek’s heart skips a beat. It’s not hard to figure out what it is he’s talking about. He and Spencer had started dating a couple of months ago but had decided to keep it under wraps for now; something so young and beautiful was too precious to expose to all the inevitable eventual complications just yet. They’re so ridiculously smitten, though, that he’s not exactly surprised two profilers paying close attention had figured it out.
Ignoring the quietly humming nerves starting up in his stomach, he mirrors Hotch’s raised eyebrow, trying not to look as affected as he feels. “So… what? You wait for Spencer to go to the bathroom to lure me to an empty office to beat me up?”
“Maybe,” Emily replies, voice dry.
Behind the nerves and the posturing, Derek can’t feel a small twinge of hurt. “Look, guys, we expected it to be a bit of a shock, but we thought you’d at least be happy for us—”
“It’s not a shock,” Hotch interrupts.
“What?”
“It’s not a shock,” Emily repeats. “Everyone saw this coming a mile off. We’re not surprised.”
Now, he’s even more lost. “Look, can you guys just sit down? You towering over me is creeping me out, man.”
“Good,” Hotch says easily.
Irritation takes over, and he stands up. “You know what, if you’re gonna be funny about it, I don’t actually have to be here.”
Before he can actually make to leave, though, Hotch is shoving him back down into the chair, old metal and plastic creaking under the force of his caught-off-guard body hitting it again. “Stay.”
“What is going on?” Derek explodes. Maybe under different circumstances he’d be able to profile the situation but as it stands, he’s stressed and confused, desperate only to be allowed to leave this dark, cramped room and take Spencer back to his place. It almost surprises him that all he craves in such a weird and unfamiliar situation is cuddles and a nature documentary, but he’s been with Spencer long enough for it to be approaching normal. The younger man’s probably back at his desk by now, wondering where he is, and Derek would hate for him to be worried. He just wants to go home.
“Derek, we are happy for you and Spencer,” Emily finally explains. “But we couldn’t in good conscience let this go on without having a… chat.” Her face twists into the faux charming expression he’s watched her use to disarm unsubs countless times. It stings a little that she’s using it on him.
He splutters a little as a realisation dawns on him, equal parts bemused and offended. “This is… this is a shovel talk!”
“Yes,” Hotch says with a straight face, his expression tight and intimidating as he tilts his head to the side slightly, clearly entirely unaffected by Derek’s emotions. “This is a shovel talk.”
Derek feels himself relax, tension easing slightly. “Guys, I appreciate the sentiment, but Spencer’s my boyfriend; nobody wants to protect him more than I do. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’m pretty sure we could give you a run for your money,” Emily says, her expression quickly transforming into something far more dangerous and challenging than only moments previously. “Spencer has something every single member of this team would die to protect. And if you get in our way, then we’re going to have a problem.”
“Emily, what, we’re friends.”
“Yeah,” she agrees, shrugging easily, “and I love you. But Spencer is my little brother, and I would do anything to stop him from getting hurt. As long as you don’t interfere with my primary mission, we’ll be fine.”
Hotch speaks before Derek can get a word in. “Derek, I knew Spencer long before you did. I remember the first time Gideon brought him to one of our lunches, and I saw something in him that made my heart ache. It didn’t take me long to realise that what I saw were the scars left by incredible deep-seated pain. Spencer has been through hell and back throughout his life, and he’s been hurt repeatedly by people who were supposed to protect him, including Gideon. I would do anything to prevent him from getting hurt by someone like that again, you hear me? Anything.”
As confusing as this all is, Derek can’t help but feel touched by Hotch’s earnest, emotional speech. Most of his nightmares these days revolve around Spencer getting hurt, and it’s kind of reassuring to know that he has so many people in the world who will stop at nothing to prevent those horrible dreams from spiralling into reality.
He can’t help but smile a little. “I’m glad he has you two,” Derek says honestly, looking between them, “but I can assure you that if I ever hurt Spencer for some unfathomable reason, your services wouldn’t be needed. I would hate myself enough for all three of us.” Even just considering the hypothetical possibility of hurting Spencer makes his stomach turn: it’s enough for him to know that he wouldn’t need Hotch and Emily to hold him accountable to that, his own self-loathing would be punishment enough.
It seems to appease Hotch and Emily, who Derek realises look sort of like intimidating twin mafia bosses standing over him like this, and they finally step back a little, posture relaxing.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” Emily says, smiling for real this time. “Get your boy and get home. It’s getting late, you know.”
He rolls his eyes at her as he makes his way to the door.
“Oh, and Derek,” Hotch says, laying a hand on his shoulder, turning him before he can leave, a genuine smile on his face too, “I am actually happy for you and Spencer.”
Derek grins at that. He really is a lucky, lucky man. “Thanks, Hotch.”
“What was that about?” Spencer asks, his features twisting in curiosity as Derek makes his way across the bullpen to his boyfriend, Hotch and Emily emerging from the same room moments later.
Derek doesn’t answer properly, laughing instead. “You got some good friends, you know that?”
Spencer nods, still looking a little confused, but clearly deciding to let it go as he slings his messenger bag across his body, standing up from his desk. Derek slings an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, leading him towards the exit as his insides twist at the adorable blush that colours Spencer’s cheeks so prettily.
“Derek,” he hisses, “shouldn’t we be leaving separately?”
“I think it’s a little late for that,” he chuckles, looking over his shoulder. Spencer does the same, blushing even fiercer as he spots Hotch and Emily leaning against the railing, overlooking the bullpen with all-knowing looks on their faces.
“Oh my god,” Spencer mumbles, clearly embarrassed, but Derek just laughs again as they leave the bullpen and approach the elevators.
“Come on, pretty boy,” he sighs happily, sliding the arm around his shoulders to rest at his waist, fingertips pressing into the small frame of the boy he’s already falling in love with. “Let’s get you home. That penguin documentary awaits.”
“You’re gonna watch Emperors and Kings with me?” Spencer’s happy exclamation and the delighted expression on his face only warms his heart further, and in that moment he decides that he wants a happy Spencer and another nature documentary within his reach for the rest of his life.
Surprisingly, it’s not as terrifying a thought as it might once have been.
(If Derek thinks the shovel talk from Hotch and Emily is bad, though, it’s nothing compared to the one he gets from Penelope. By the end of the next day, he’s somehow reduced to tears that are both happy and the product of extreme terror, on the receiving end of a ‘baby girl’ ban for keeping it from her for so long. In the end, he decides that it’s probably an alright price to pay for everything beautiful that his life has blossomed into over the last few months.)
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I was tagged in this by @ugh-fml but was recently blocked by OP for, unbeknownst to me, being a terf. Their reasoning for my supposed terfy ways; believing enbies can’t be lesbians. Which is the opposite of what terfs believe, but I guess that doesn’t matter because as we all know, “terf” means “person (lesbian) I don’t agree with and who makes me feel invalid”.
I’d still like to respond, because I have Thoughts.
Okay, let’s break this down.
For the whole “validity” aspect, I’ll link this post. I was actually going to include it here… but decided it should be it’s own post. So that post will cover anything here that makes an argument based on “validity”.
Now let’s look at the whole “it’s their business if they want to call themselves something that doesn’t describe them, people who that word does describe can’t complain” thing.
I’m not transgender. I don’t experience gender dysphoria, I have no desire to transition. I am comfortable with my birth sex, my birth pronouns, my birth name, everything.
But you know what…”transgender” just has such a nice ring to it. And the flag is really pretty, pink blue and white are just such a nice colour combination. I think I’m going to call myself transgender.
No, I’m not planning on transitioning from one gender/sex to the other. No, I don’t have any discomfort with my birth sex. No, the word “transgender” literally does not describe me. But it just feels right. So transgender people have no right to come and tell me that I’m not valid, because I get to pick my own identity and it’s my own business and I’m valid!! I am a female to female (FtF) transgender!!! If trans people don’t accept me as one of them, they’re FtFphobic. And to those of you who say I don’t fit the definition of transgender; I changed the definition to fit me. It doesn’t fit transgender people anymore, but that’s okay because I feel good.
I would really hope that this sounds ridiculous to you. I would hope that anyone who reads that, especially transgender people, would be rolling their eyes and ready to tell me off if I were being serious.
It doesn’t matter if I think a word (in this case, transgender) feels good, or if I think it’s my new identity. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell you I’m valid. The word does not describe me, and I therefore should not and can not use it. And if I insisted on using it despite it not describing me, trans people absolutely have the right to make it their business, because I’d be hijacking a word they use to describe themselves and using it in a way it’s not intended to be used (and in a way that it doesn’t make sense to use).
Apply this to combining nonbinary and lesbian.
Lesbian is understood to be a descriptive word of women’s homosexuality. Nonbinary is understood to be a descriptive word for those whose gender falls outside of the binary.
The two do not mix. If you say “I am a lesbian”, you are saying that you are a homosexual woman. If you say that you are nonbinary, you are saying that you are not a woman and not a man.
So to say “I am a nonbinary lesbian”, you are literally saying “I am not a woman or a man and I am a homosexual woman”.
It makes no sense.
Now regarding my above statement on how I could claim to be transgender despite not being transgender… the ridiculousness of that statement is what many people, especially homosexual women, see when we see people claiming to be a “nonbinary lesbian”. We see somebody who quite literally does not fit the definition of lesbian, calling themselves a lesbian for no good reason. We see somebody changing the definition of a term we use to describe our sexuality (note: sexuality, not identity).
On the part about “journey to discovery of self”….
What are you even talking about? What journey? What discovery? This seriously just sounds like some words strung together to sound profound and meaningful when they just… aren’t.
Yes, figuring out sexuality and gender can be a journey for some people. Redefining words and calling yourself something that doesn’t describe you doesn’t necessarily need to be part of that journey. Seriously, “lesbian = woman” is not a hard concept to grasp. If your little self discovery journey leads you to discovering you’re not a woman, congratulations, you’ve automatically discovered that you’re not a lesbian.
“Nonbinary lesbians have told me they’re lesbians, and that’s good enough for me”.
How dense. Just because somebody tells you something, doesn’t mean it’s true. I just told you earlier in this post that I’m transgender despite not being transgender in the most basic sense of the word. If I were to say what I said with complete seriousness, would that be good enough for you?? Would me, a cis girl, simply telling you that I’m FtF transgender, be good enough for you to believe that I really am transgender?? What if I started spreading my idea for FtF and got a bunch of other people on board? What if you had a bunch of FtF people telling you we’re transgender, because we saw a bunch of Tumblr posts about it and believe we’re valid trans people? Would that be good enough for you to support the idea of FtF transgender??
I certainly hope not. Because there’s no such thing as being both cisgender and transgender at the same time. Just like there’s no such thing as being not a woman, and a woman exclusively attract to women, at the same time.
And I’d like to ask, why do they think they can call themselves lesbians? Why do they want to call themselves lesbians? Why is it that people who claim to not be a binary gender, want to use a term that is binary in nature? Why do they feel the need to use a term that does not describe them?
And using the definition of lesbian that says “lesbian means woman exclusively attracted to women”, because that’s what it meant before a bunch of enbies changed it to suit their wants… what about “woman exclusively attracted to women” describes a nonbinary person in the way it describes a homosexual woman?
“You know what it’s like to be told what you should or should not be”
Yeah, I do. I see people telling homosexuals all the time that homosexuality is a sin, that it’s a temptation, that it’s unnatural, that we should get therapy to “fix” our sexuality, that our natural sexuality should be criminalized, that we should be killed for being homosexual… I could go on.
This is nowhere close to being the same as enbies being told that they cannot claim to be both genderless and a homosexual woman.
To even imply that homosexuals being told all of those things, and enbies being told to not be contradictory, are the same thing… is tone deaf and incredibly fucking insensitive.
Being told that your sexuality is unnatural and that you should change, is not the same as being told that the labels you’ve picked out for your “identity” are contradictory.
So I’m not even going to take that argument seriously, because what homosexuals are told about being homosexual, and what “nonbinary lesbians” are told about being “nonbinary lesbians”, ARE NOT THE SAME OR EVEN COMPARABLE.
At the end of all this… there is still no concrete reasoning for why somebody should be able to use a label that doesn’t describe them. Why somebody should be able to redefine that label to fit them, why they even need it to fit them in the first place.
“They’re valid” is not an argument.
“They told me so” is not an argument.
“It’s their identity” is not an argument.
What I am saying, which is;
“you cannot be both genderless and a homosexual woman. That is contradictory. You cannot use a label that doesn’t describe you, and you cannot redefine it to describe you if you cannot give a solid reason why it should describe you in the first place”,
that is an argument.
#glam’s#long post#despite my views about nb that my followers likely know… I tried to be as neutral about it here as possible
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Character ask meme... Juo :3 (which juo?) Yes.
Putting a readmore because huh I'm doing all the questions for both so 👀
My love, Juo (Suzuki)
1- Favourite thing(s) about this character?
His looks? *is shot* I mean.. I fell in love the second I saw him in that one flashback I went oh my god he's so my type, long hair, tattoos, cruel smile and covered in blood, what's better than that? and my stance has barely changed 🥰
2- What song(s) remind you of this character?
I have a whole playlist bahaha rn I'll say 18 by Anarbor! (also Half God Half Devil by In This Moment because hhhhhh)
3- Do you like this character?
I LOVE HIM
4- Would you write about this character?
I would and I did <3 His AO3 tag is mostly me, babes. I even wrote some metas, that's saying
5- What do you not like about this character?
The bullying, I'm sorry Juo
6- Favourite thing this character has said?
BRO. NO. YES. FKVsjdcdkjsldk almost every line he says haunts me
I'm gonna go with the shipper answer and say "If I have any demands.. It's you Rika-kun" because I lose my shit every fucking time. Also his final thoughts hhhhhh
7- What do you like most about this character?
Similar to the 1st question hmm not exactly his morals (he has none) but like. his non-hypocrisy. The fact he hates those. The fact he wants to stay true to himself no matter what (yes that self is shitty but that's beyond the point) but also how he could have changed. he had the room to and was this close to do it.
And since we're talking about this..
His death scene 👌
8- Do you think this character is underrated or overrated?
UNDERRATED
9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?
He has a bike and he's enby
10- Who do you like to ship with this character? (If you do of course) Is it another character from the cast or is it an OC?
You already know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) absolutely everyon-
Rika, mostly. But also Kohei. And Zeon. And Aikawa, and Yayoi, and the other Juo and, and, and
11- Who do you not like to ship with this character?
Yuri and Nise. Nise because no possible chemistry and also she's a lesbian. Yuri, honestly, I could, knowing me. but hey, Juoka supremacy, I can't have Juo with one of the Honjo if it's not Rika xD
12- Have you read any fics about this character? (if it’s not an OC)? Can you recommend anything good?
I did! Thank you Choco for putting some out there that aren't my own :')
Can I recommend my own? By your side
13- Contrary wise if it is an OC, what’s your favourite story with them in it you’ve written?
14- What outfit would you really like to see this character wear? Or what’s your favourite outfit of theirs?
Oh man. We only saw him with one outfit in various states of destruction but I like the one with his jumpsuit tied around the waist (so the flashback and the Rika fight one mwah <3)
I'd love to see him naked wearing a suit tbh
15- Favourite line of theirs? (same question as 6)
16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?
Honestly as a character he's pretty perfect to me.
17- Have you ever had a crush on this character…?
I absolutely do, yes. As close as I, an aroace, can, at least
18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?
Red
19- What would the show/book/movie be like if this character wasn’t present? (if it’s not an OC)
More boring, less gay and wayyyy less hot.
I know some people think he's useless in plot but honestly he's not. Without him 1) Yoshida wouldn't have given his body to Administrator, 2) Administrator wouldn't have boarded the helicopter, 3) nor would he have the code and 4) no final battle that enables Yuri and Faceless to get rid of the Admin and Yuri to become one herself
Also Rika wouldn't have had his own gay arc and honestly that would have been a shame
20- Contrary wise, if this character is an OC, how does their presence change the story?
21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all!
FHDCJSGDHDJKL I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I want to know his whole life story. I want to know about his parents, and all his misdeeds and all the crimes he's committed as a kid/teenager and also WHAT HE DID WITH HAYAMI
And now...
Baby (murder) boy Juo (the clone)
1- Favourites thing(s) about this character?
The fight in vol 4 hhhhhhhh it's SO GOOD
2- What song(s) remind you of this character?
We're not gonna take it, by Twisted Sister
3- Do you like this character?
Yes QwQ
4- Would you write about this character?
I would, yes. I have some ideas but I need to reread TSA entirely before (so waiting for the next volumes to be out in French and for exams to be over to read properly the vols I bought recently)
5- What do you not like about this character?
Honestly can't think about anything right now but maybe the fact he's pretty useless later on
6- Favourite thing this character has said?
The dialogue he has on the phone with Senya just because of how strikingly similar it is to the dialogue Juo (Suzuki) had with Rika. Iconic.
7- What do you like most about this character?
He went from fearsome foe to absolute baby and honestly we stan. Also his friendship with Zeon.
8- Do you think this character is underrated or overrated?
Well I think arrive is underrated as whole so yeah..
9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?
Can't think of one rn to be honest. Haven't read arrive enough + nothing that wouldn't make it an AU.
10- Who do you like to ship with this character? (If you do of course) Is it another character from the cast or is it an OC?
I like him with Yama's clone, with Rika and with Juo uwu
11- Who do you not like to ship with this character?
Asuka
12- Have you read any fics about this character? (if it’s not an OC)? Can you recommend anything good?
I think you had one, Choco :') but apart from yours.. none orz
14- What outfit would you really like to see this character wear? Or what’s your favourite outfit of theirs?
Honestly anything that's not Rika's uniform. I want him to grow his taste and wear something that's him, you know?
16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?
I have to say my memories of the 2nd half of arrive aren't really good so I wouldn't be able to tell but I know I wanted to see him be more involved. Since arrive is pretty short and he started as a blank page of sorts, more of him would have been nice :')
17- Have you ever had a crush on this character…?
not really but also yes
18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?
Zeon idk
19- What would the show/book/movie be like if this character wasn’t present? (if it’s not an OC)
Well it certainly would have been less confusing in the beginning 😂😂 but also much more boring
21- Wild card! Talk about anything to do with this character! Anything at all!
I am still wondering wtf was up with his cloud.. being happy when senya is hurt, being attached to sniper's rifle.. maybe there was an answer i missed but hmm
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Denki x Gn reader- sk8 boi
Fluff + Bnha / Sk8 the infinity crossover
You sighed following your friends to the skatepark to supervise as usual. You might as well have been babysitting the boys as your only purpose when going to the skatepark was to make sure neither of them died or got run over by the ignorant bikers who seemed to own the park.
"Hey (y/n) do you wanna try today?" Denki asked with a smile and held his board out in front of your face spinning the wheels for added effect. "Yeah wouldn't it be cool if you got on the board just once?" Reki added with his hands pushed together in a plea. "Guys I would 100% break my face and you know it. Just go have fun!" you shoo them away and jump up on the wall to sit and watch. "And i'll be here. As always" you muttered drumming your hands on your thighs and watched the other wheeled transportations slip past you and into the blur of others trying out impressive tricks you could never hope to achieve.
Of course Denki and Reki refused to let the third member of the warm coloured gang, named so because of kaminari's yellow hair, Reiki's red hair, and your orange backpack that always hung off one shoulder, refused to accept that you wouldn't let them teach you. They knew you, you were a quick learner and determined once you picked something up but you were also afraid of failing something, so of course you were hesitant to start skating with them.
On the plus side your running was incredible because of your constant need to keep up with the cheerful boys so you had the energy, the stamina, the strength and the balamce it took to sit on that thin wall all day and not fall off was a clear indicatoryou could balance for hours. You just didn't have the mindset.
"What if we taped their feet to the board?" Reki offered, digging through his bag for a roll of duct tape. "Nah, I think (y/n) would be more scared if they weren't able to get off the board. Langa was used to it so it wasn't a problem with him" Denki rolled his board back and forth under his feet and perked up at the sound of your music blasting through the mini speaker you brought. It was your way of being found if they needed you for a drink or a break or for snacks. "Maybe they just need some encouragement?" the red head smiled waving at you from across the park and you waved back slightly showing them you were paying attention and waiting for them to do something interesting.
Reki had the same mission as Denki, to get you on a board, but he also had to help you with your mission, one that might not be any easier than Denki's
"God he's so stupid and cute" you sighed watching Denki fall for a fourth time trying to do a pop shuvit. With your headphone's firmly lodged in your ears you hadn't noticed Reki standing beside you for the last 2 minutes. He yanked the headphone's out of your ears and you whipped your head around. "HEY!" you shouted trying to swipe them back but he held them out of your reach.
"Did you call Denki cute?" he asked with a gleeful tone and a glimmer of excitement in his amber eyes. "N-no I called him stupid" you stuttered feeling your face flush and you look back at him telling off his board as if it was a person and smile. Out of the corner of your eye you see Reki rearing up to say something and your mouth sets into a hard line once again. "You so called him cute! Do you have a crush on Denki, that's adorable!" he jumped up on the wall to sit with you and he handed you your white headphone's again.
"When did you start to like him?" he asked, nudging your arm and your sigh got stuck in your throat feeling like a useless attempt to get out of the conversation and you shook your head. "I don't have an exact date" you mutter but he looks at you expectantly anyway. "I guess when I started babysitting you guys-" "heeey, you do not babysit us" he interrupted but your facial expression was enough to make him sigh and agree. "Are you gonna tell him?" "fuck no" you laughed.
"Reki what if we-" "I have an idea!" he shouted and dropped his board skating to the music waving for Denki to follow. "What is it!" he shouted weaving through the other skaters and 2 boys on scooters zooming past them screaming. You were chatting politely with another person on the wall who was also babysitting their friends on the scooters. "guys I found another Enby parental figure!" you cheered hi-fiving the person sitting above you who politely waved at your friends then shouted at the boys on scooters for getting in others way's. (lol not an author self insert...)
"(Y/n) we really want you to try skating!" Reki begged, laying his scraped board on your lap and you face palmed. "I know you do. And look if i'm being truthful I would LOVE to learn to skate, but i'm just not built for it!" you argue and Reki grinned jumping onto the wall in a squat and whispered "you get to hold Denki's hands." he sat back and you gulped looking at the oblivious blonde sparking excitedly about the idea of you skating beside him- no, skating just the idea of you skating.
"I don't have the right shoes..." you mumble and Denki crouches to look at the size on the bottom of your chunky heels. "Hey we have the same shoe size!" he shouts enthusiastically and slips off his vans without untying the laces propping them on the wall. "Hold on. You're going to wear my heels just so I can skate?" you hesitantly unbuckle the heels and he nods giving you a spare pair of socks from his bag that he wasn't sure why he kept around. "It just means we're both experiencing challenges right?" Reki sat on the side with your highlighter orange bag excited to watch the bonding experience and your progress.
"Okay but promise me I wont die" you lift yourself off of the wall and nervously follow Denki who was stumbling slightly in your heels, to a quiter, flatter part of the park. "I promise you won't die" he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it sealing the promise. "Dude i'm scared to even get on the board nevermind like actually move on it!" you shout jumping up and down shaking your hands nervously. He stood next to you and his arm grazed your making your heart race and your temperature shot up. "It's okay, look I'll hold your hand" he said gently wrapping his hand around yours.
You sucked in a breath and all the air was robbed from your lungs at the same time. His hands were hot and sweaty, constantly pumping out electricity that sparked your hands and made your fingers twitch. "You're shocking me" you admit and he tut's at himself "I know, sorry I can't help it" he gripes and you nod not willing to give him grief for somethinghe couldn’t control.
You lift a foot hovering it over the board and then put it back down on the concrete. "I'm NERVOUSSS!" you shout, unable to detract from the feeling of his hands on yours and you look back at Reki who was watching with giant, hope filled eye's. "I know, everyone is nervous when they first start though" he says and you can almost see the smile he has on his face. Was it supposed to be this hard to get on? You weren't a huge part of Denki's life when he started to skate but you remember Reki taking months and months just to work through the basics, he was constantly disappointed and annoyed until he achieved the trick he was going for, and being quirkless it wasn't like anyone wanted to help him.
"Where am i supposed to put my feet" you ask quietly, feeling embarrassed about something so simple but Denki never thought anything you said was stupid or silly. "Put your left foot at the front on the 4 screws. And your back foot on the back screws" he said, patting the gritty board and held your hands while you nervously lifted your foot. "Okay okay okay" you hyped yourself up internally and squeezed his hands closing your eyes tightly while you put the ball of your front foot on the board.
It wobbled slightly and you gasped but Denki assured you it was fine and you quickly pulled your other foot on the board. "Am I on?" you asked, feeling taller than you were 2 minutes ago. "Look for yourself" Denki said cheerily and you fluttered your eyes open "oh my GOD I'M ON THE BOARD" you cried happily and he grinned from ear to ear admiring the happiness etched on your face. "Do you want me to let go" "NO"
After a good 15 minutes you felt you had a good basis of getting on and off the board, pushing, and turning your foot but you weren't great at stopping yet so you had a few tumbles but of course, Denki, your noght in shining armour was there to help you up on your feet again. "Thank you Denki" you sighed, rubbing your sore shoulder from falling on your side. "Hey you're getting a lot better!" he said happily and you decided to take a break together sitting on the opposite sides of Reki.
"Sooooo... feel any closer?" he asked, nudging your sides and he nodded "yeah their doing a lot better already" Denki smiled and you nodded getting at what Reki meant. "Yeah a lot closer" you smiled lightly and Reki grabbed his own board, dropping it and jumping on. "Well I'm gonna skate for a bit you two just enjoy your company!" he said dropping down a ramp and disappearing in the bowl.
"Thank you for teaching me to skate" you grin, your arms are pushed together and you don't move wanting to be close to him. "Reki's so good at skating" you sigh dropping your head. "Hey you'll get there. It takes time" he assures you and wraps an arm around your shoulders smoothly. "And I would like to help you, um if you're okay with it, obviously, like i'd like to help you along the way" he stammered and you chuckled. "Yeah i'd like that" you smiled leaning against his chest.
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From on top of a ramp Reki cheered excitedly, missing his board and falling down the curve scraping his face. "FUCK YEAH!" he shouted into the metal and he felt the clatter of his skateboard drop onto his back. "Fuuuck. (Y/n)!" he shouted. And you, with your keen senses, heard him from the ramp and came running. "I'M COMING!"
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Hi🙂 if you don’t mind, could I have a botw match up? I’m a 18 year old enby, who’s also bi and potentially demisexual (only recently started thinking about using that label). I’m 5’7 and white British/Australian, I have blue eyes and brown/blonde mixed colour hair (it looks brown when wet but looks dark blonde in the sun, it’s weird but I like it lol). I don’t know what I’d call my style but if I could wear anything I wanted then I’d dress like Kaz Brekker from soc 😂
I’m INFJ-A and a introvert but if I’m with friends I like then I have fun. I like sarcastic witty humour, which definitely comes from my parents showing us British tv since we were kids. I’ve been described as the funny friend a few times in my life but also the quiet one. I prefer to be honest most of the time but if I tell a little lie every now and then, I’m not gonna feel bad about it.
When it comes to physical affection, I’m not great at it. I hate being touched but I also think that if I have an s/o in the future, with time I might be more ok with it.
I do have a crush on Link but I want to know who you’d paid me with😁
hi! thanks so much for the request :) hope you like it!
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BOTW Matchup!
Based on your characteristics, I think you'd do best with....
Link!
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yeah i get the vibe yall would work lol
link likes your humor and even if he doesn't say much, he'll almost always let out a chuckle or a snort when you crack a joke
link also isn't too into physical touch (he's a bit awkward at it because, you know, the man's been asleep for 100 years or whateva)
if you two ever do work up to getting more comfortable like that, you definitely do work up to it lmao
which is okay! you can take your time doing whatever feels comfortable and anyone who rushes you doesn't have your best interests in mind
but i digress
you and link definitely like your quiet time either together or in your own worlds
but you both know how to have a good time when you're around friends
honestly the two of you together can often be the life of the party!
he finds comfort and solace in you when he feels the weight of the world on his shoulders
and he's definitely there for you too :)
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i havent posted anything in awhile but happy pride month yall! and, very much in me fashion imma take this time ta make another informational post! this installment is called
why assimilation is overall harmful to the queer community + the damage of pseudo-right wing ideas spread thruout the trans community!
CW: queerphobia, transmedicalism, bl*ir wh*te, k*lvin g*rrah, violence against queer ppl.
so, where do we start?
assimilation, what is it?
assimilation is a deliberate effort made by a minority/ marginalized group to (instead of become free) join the majority/privledged, which is wildly more accesible ta abled nuerotypical cis white lgb folks.
now, how does that apply ta th queer community? before that, we hafta look at th stark distinction between th LGBT community and th QUEER community.
because sadly its now different
imma make this as short as possible but basically,
despite its intentions when it was formed decades ago, th LGBT communiy an th way it functions is percieved is different. case in point, th term LGBT has been heavily gentrified and commodified especially by corporations tryina sell it to non-lgbt audiences. youll notice a majority of LGBT voices an advocates are usually white cis lgb ppls or are assimilationists. th term LGBT aswell has been heavily diluted and decontexualized from its roots, such as fightin for rights wit riots an demonstrations, bein heavily tied wit black an indigenous liberation, socialist ideals and memorializing th struggle for our freedom. its also (as apart of its gentrification) is bein forced ta be more 'family friendly' in an effort of control an ta make cash off of us an further assimilate us.
the QUEER community is a somewhat niche nowadays as it sticks fairly close ta th original goals as th LGBT community once had. such as wantin an willin ta fight for liberation rather than succumb ta assimilation. its also seen as a threat as it directly challenges th authority (capitlism, cops/military, goverment, white supremacy, fascism) for its mistreatment an oppresion against queer ppl and other marginalized groups. if th LGBT community is th privledged assimilations that can be proffited off of, then th queer community is more alike 'outcasts' or 'rejects' that arent as palatable ta a cishet majority ie; trans women/ trans/queer ppls of colour, more radicalized queer folks, or those impoverished.
so, with that said, how has/does assimilation harm queer ppl?
as i said, assimilation is disspraportionatly accesible ta able-bodied, neurotypical, cis, non-poor white LGB ppls (shocker) meaning th majority of queer poc, trans people, impoverished, and diasbaled/neurodivergent folks get left behind and continuosly stomped on in an attempt ta eradicate us. and it should be noted theres 2 types of assimilation
1. forced assimilation; forced assimilation is where marginalized ppls thru cultural eradication/genocide r forced ta strip themselves of their identity an join th majority which results in oppresion, discrimination, an further erasure of th ppls themselves. this is heavily seen within th queer community wit th AIDS crisis where those who survived were later branded as 'brave' by th very system that sought their demise in th first place, leavin our community in shambles.
2. chosen assimilation; chosen assimilation is where usually a small group/ or a singular person will disregard their people in an a attempt ta be spared from oppresion or discrimination. in terms of queer ppl (especially trans folks) th main contendors r blair white, kalvin garrah, an buck angel. blair is a stellar example of attempted assimilation. she not only rejetcs, but constantly puts her own people on blast publicly ta her audince of white cishet conservatives an (more often than not) fascists. not only that but she deliberatly associates wit th very ppl who seek her erasure an oppresion in an assbackwards attempt at salvation. more concrete examples include 1. showin herself as 'one of th good ones' or 'normal' 2. acting as if shes cishet 3. constantly self-hating ta appease those mentioned above 4. spewing dangerous an misinormed rhetoric aimed at trans ppls which directly affects trans poc an non-passing trans women. next, kalvin garrah. i was gonna write a whole thing on him but instead ill (below) link copshatemoe's videos about him.
so, now that we know how assimilation both forced an personal harms queer ppls in general, what about trans ppls an th trans community?
transmedicalism and its disasterous effects towards the trans community.
transmedicalism is a belif system of sorts that follows ideals such as
beliving trans ppls must be suffering from dysphoria to be trans
a trans person must want to transition to be trans
being trans is a mental illness/ neurological condition/ birth defect cause by unbalanced horomone levels or th existence of "male and female brains"
belivies HRT or surgerys are a 'cure' for dysphoria/ 'transness'
that neopronouns or non-lesbian, gay, bisexual, or binary trans folks are invalid or 'wannabes' who see th "lgbt community as a club of sorts to join jus because"
borderline or blatant rascist, transmysoginistic, ableist rhetoric.
intentional or not, that assimilation is key an becomin 'as close ta bein cis as possible' is th goal of transition.
now, i could spend ages rantin about how these belifs are blatently wrong but however rather than disecting them lets jus go over th direct harm these belifs have caused th trans community.
lets start wit nonbinary folks. nowadays as ive seen transmedicalism has become more open ta acceptin nonbinary folks but regardless they were one of th first punchin bags. since bein nonbinary in any facet isnt exactly 'medically sustained' its already seen as bullshit, but past that it opens th gates for neoprounouns an non-convetional identitys. enby ppls would be attacked constantly or called "trenders" in an attempt ta discourage them from even existing. this 'highschool bully' type of mentality along wit th superiority complex behind transmedicalism created a stark divide between "normal" trans ppls an th "weirdo, faker" trans ppls. not only did these attacks further stigmatize an already oppresed minority but also forced ppl ta hide themselves from they own community ta avoid ridicule an bullying. this type of harrasment has left these ppls wit trauma an fear of they identity bein challenged not only online but also in IRL queer spaces while they already hafta stay hypervigilant around cis ppl, now it seems th same around binary trans folks. not only have nonbinary ppls have been impacted however, binary trans ppls were left wit insecurities, wonderin if they dysphoria is 'rlly that bad compared ta others' and worrying about things they usually didnt care about. probably th biggest of those is 'passing'. passing is th action of looking as cis as possible ta blend in an avoid general treatments sustained by cishet ppls. i as a transwomen was directly affected by this rhetoric which caused me years of my transition spent not becomin myself, but becomin as close ta a cis girl as possible. this lead me ta become embarresed by my own community also factored in by havin virtually no trans friends IRL. this was th shared experince of many binary trans folks an nonbinary trans folks i know an am friends with. in conclusion, transmedicalsim has not only ostrasized an traumatized queer folks, but has also left insecurities an damage ta binaty trans folks aswell.
so, with that in mind, how do we combat, well, all of this an much more?
liberation
liberation is th action of freeing a marginalized group from its oppresive chains. an how would this look/work for th queer community?
majority of cishet ppls think that queer liberation ended wit marriage equality but thats very much not true. multiple basic human freedoms have been stripped from not only cis lgb queers but also trans people aswell. rights such as affordable housing witout discrimination, medical options for trans people being completly accesible or downright free, safe spaces or areas where were able ta exist free of fear of persecution or discrimination, better healthcare treatment towards queer ppl, things sometimes neccisary ta ones transition bein more accesible such as name/document changes, and many more things. but remember, none of this is possible witout ingigenous liberation/land back, black liberation, or under capitlism
anyways, i have 0 way ta end this so happy pride month an a very happy juneteenth!! if ur black ur more than welcome ta leave any gofundmes, cashapps, venmos etc in th notes or reblogs!
also, if you have any additions or points/topics i shouldve made or covered pls reblog wit them!
-alexis
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An Untitled Original Work, Part 8
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Gina was pissed, to say the least. Stupid, oblivious Leo, and stupid, oblivious her. What a pair.
Leo had always been oblivious, so she really couldn’t blame him, but it was her own mistakes that really set her off. Sure, they were her mistakes, but that didn’t make them sting less.
Put it out of your mind. That’s over now, and now we can… try again.
After they’d left, she and Sammie had decided that they should go to Gina’s, just to hang out. The only reason Gina had agreed was because she knew her dad had taken her youngest siblings to their grandma’s, and the oldest two of her younger siblings wouldn’t bother her. They might have even gone over to a friend’s house, leaving the Weathers residence vacant.
“So, what did you think? Salt & Pepper, it was good, right?” she asked, hoping to break the tension that had formed.
“Yeah, it was pretty good! Leo was right, the mocha was pretty good.”
She knew Sammie didn’t mean any harm, but hearing Leo’s name brought a bitter taste to Gina’s mouth. She did her best to swallow it before asking, “Have you ever dyed your hair?”
So she was taking the easy way out of discussing what had happened at the café. There was nothing wrong with that, especially because Gina wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but they didn’t need to talk about it. Right now, she needed a distraction, something guaranteed.
“Uh, no, I haven’t,” Sammie admitted. “I never had the chance, I guess.”
“How would you feel about maybe, I dunno, doing that at my house?” Gina asked. “I’ve got a couple colours. I accidentally bought some for light hair, too, so that’s been sitting in my closet for a while now.”
Sammie hesitated. Gina could tell she wanted to, but still. It wasn’t something most people did on the fly. Changing your colour was one thing, but doing it for the first time was usually a bigger decision.
“You don’t have to,” Gina added. “Or we can do just like, a little bit. Streaks or ends or-” She gasped. “Under layer would look so good!”
With that, Sammie seemed won over. “Why not? What colours do you have?”
“For light hair, I think pink and blue. And then I have some that’s for darker hair, purple and green and red. And brown. I dunno. Probably pink or blue for you.”
“Pink, for sure.”
“Good, because we’re here,” Gina said as they pulled into her driveway. She quickly parked outside and hopped out of the car. “Do you want a soda or something? We’ve got some in the garage.”
She led Sammie into the garage and to an old, white fridge. Sammie pulled it open and Gina grabbed a Sprite. “Go on, you can take something.”
Sammie grabbed a Sprite of her own before closing the fridge. Gina then pulled open the door to the back hall, a tiny doorway that led into the kitchen. “Shoes on or off?” Sammie asked.
“Either one,” Gina said. “I keep mine in my room.” She then bolted upstairs. “My room’s up here.”
As Gina walked down the narrow hallway, she suddenly felt very… inadequate. Everything seemed too small, too dirty, too embarrassing. It never felt like this when Mally or Andre were over, because they’d been coming over since they were little. But somehow, Sammie seeing it for the first time as a high schooler, the most judgemental group of people on the planet, terrified Gina. What if this was it? Maybe Sammie would stop hanging out with her. Plus, there was the added terror of having your crush see your bedroom. That usually didn’t happen so early, did it?
Gina ran out of time to go over worst-case scenarios as she opened her bedroom door. Luckily, she’d cleaned up a bit before going to pick Sammie up, so it wasn’t too bad. Her bed was made, there were no dirty underwear on the floor, and the dresser was organised.
“Aww, your room is so cute!” Sammie said as Gina stepped out of the way to let her in. “The nail polish is so fun!” She pointed to the row that Gina had lined up in colour order. There were only maybe a dozen bottles, but they took up a decent amount of room on her dresser.
“Thanks,” Gina said as she internally sighed a sigh of relief. “Maybe we can paint our nails later, if we have time.”
“That would be fun,” Sammie agreed.
Gina could tell that there was something Sammie wasn’t saying, but she decided not to push. “Okay, here’s the hair dye,” she said as she opened her closet and grabbed a small plastic basket off the floor. “Here’s the pink.”
She tossed the box to Sammie, who caught it with ease. “Should we do this in the bathroom, and do you have some old towels?”
“Yeah, they’re right here.” She reached into her closet again and grabbed two stained towels. “I know they look gross but they’re clean, I promise. I just washed them.”
“That’s okay,” Sammie said as she took one of the towels from Gina. “Here, you put the basket away. Where’s your bathroom?”
“Right next door, first door on the right,” Gina said, sliding the basket back and closing her small closet. She followed Sammie into the bathroom.
“Okay, what’s first?” asked Sammie as she opened the box.
“You should wash your hair. I can do that in the sink, and then I have some clips in the sink so we only dye the bottom layer.”
“Alright, I’m doing this!” Sammie said as she placed one of the towels around her neck like a cape.
“We’re doing this! Here, I’m gonna go grab a chair so you can sit by the sink,” Gina said. She ran back downstairs to the garage, grabbed an old folding chair, and brought it back up. When she got back to the bathroom, she found that Sammie had found a handful of hair clips in a drawer and had pulled the gloves out of the box.
“Here.” She set the chair down facing the wall. “Sit.”
Sammie sat as Gina grabbed her shampoo and conditioner from the shower. She put them on the counter next to the sink and turned the water on. “Sit back so your hair’s actually in the sink.”
Gina could see Sammie hesitate. “Hey, it’s not too late to chicken out. I still haven’t been able to do Mally’s. You’re fine if you don’t wanna do it.”
“No, I wanna,” Sammie said. “I’m just nervous.”
“Don’t be! This stuff is only semi-permanent anyways, so it won’t last for more than six weeks, if you wash it the same amount as usual.”
Gina could see Sammie take a deep breath before sitting back. “Let’s go!”
She placed Sammie’s hair in the sink and started washing it. “So, how do you like it here?”
“I like it. It’s different from where I lived before, but I like the people here. I think I found a good group, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get that,” Gina said as she started adding shampoo. “Good crew. I’ve known Mally and Andre since elementary school. I think we’re all pretty likeable.”
“Yeah, and the other people in my classes are nice, too,” Sammie said. “Not that I’d hang out with most of them, but they’re nice.”
“Mhm,” Gina said absentmindedly as she rinsed the shampoo and started combing conditioner through Sammie’s hair.
“I can’t wait to just get to know more people, you know? Like I’ve been talking with some of my other classmates and I forgot how fun it is to talk to different people and get their perspectives on things.”
“Yeah,” Gina agreed. “Sit up, your hair is clean. I gotta dry it a bit.”
Sammie leaned forward in the chair as Gina pulled the towel that was sitting on her shoulders up to rub her hair dry. “I’m overall liking it here. I was nervous, but everyone has been really nice and no one’s really bullied me or anything.”
“Yeah, most of the people at our school are nice. It’s actually not too bad. I’ve heard South is way more toxic than our school.” Gina grabbed the clips and then pulled a comb out of one of the drawers. “Hold these,” she said, handing the clips to Sammie. She then ran the comb around Sammie’s head, grabbing the top section with one hand and a clip with the other. “Turn around, does that look good?”
“Yeah, that’s not too much,” Sammie said as she looked in the mirror.
“Okay, I’m gonna straighten out the part there then. Uh, you can continue what you were saying,” Gina said as Sammie turned back to face the wall.
“It’s just a decent environment, better than my old school. Even the worst people here are generally better than at my old school.”
“Yeah,” Gina said. “Okay, hair dye next. You ready?”
“Do it.”
“Okay,” Gina said as she slid on the gloves and opened the package of dye. She mixed it up and started scooping small handfuls onto Sammie’s hair. “Yeah, I’d say the worst person at our school is probably Logan, and she’s pretty bad, so the people at your school must have been terrible.”
“She’s not that bad,” Sammie said. “She’s in my English, and she seems pretty nice.”
“Trust me, she’s not.” Gina combed her fingers through Sammie’s hair. “She’s rude and a bully.”
“Huh, I haven’t seen that,” Sammie admitted. “She seems pretty… normal, I guess.”
“Don’t hang out with her, trust me. Mally and Andre can vouch for me. Just don’t.”
“Okay, I guess I can do that.”
They sat in silence, Gina combing her fingers through Sammie’s hair to make sure it was fully covered. “Your hair looks good, now we wait,” she said, pulling the gloves off and throwing them in the garbage next to the toilet. “Uh, do you wanna do nails while we wait?”
“Sure,” Sammie said. “I can do yours, if you go grab colours.”
Gina nodded before heading back to her room. That was… strange, right? How Sammie had talked about Logan? What was up with the two of them, anyways? Gina wasn’t sure, but hopefully it was just a misunderstanding on Sammie’s part. Logan was bad news, and the two of them hanging out was worse news.
She grabbed a couple colours; sparkly black and her favourite purple. She brought them back to the bathroom and sat down on the floor in front of Sammie. She’d been doing something on her phone while Gina was in her room, and Gina sat for a moment before she put her phone away. “Sorry, I had to respond to a couple messages.”
“That’s okay. Here, here’s my colours.” She put one hand up and Sammie opened the bottle of purple. She started applying the colour with an ease Gina had never been able to master.
“We should listen to music,” Gina said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket with her free hand. She opened her Spotify and scrolled through her playlists until she found one that wouldn’t totally embarrass her.
“Oh, this is a bop,” she said as the first song came on.
“Oh, yeah!” Sammie said, grinning. She started singing along. “You would not believe your eyes…”
Gina joined in. “If ten million fireflies…”
“Lit up the world as I fell asleep,” they sang in unison. They sang the whole song, relishing each other’s company. By the time the song was over, the first coat on Gina’s nails was finished, and Sammie was on the second coat.
“That was good,” Sammie said, almost breathless.
“Yeah,” Gina laughed. “Ooh, this next one is good. I’ve been cheated by you since I don’t know when…”
“So I made up my mind, it must come to an end,” Sammie joined in. She finished the final coat of polish on Gina’s nails before the song ended.
“Alright, your nails are done, just let them dry and we can rinse my hair.”
“The bottom drawer on your left, there’s a hair dryer. We can dry my nails faster,” Gina said. She paused the music as Sammie plugged it in. She put her hands out in front of her as Sammie turned it on and aimed it at Gina’s nails.
They sat in relative silence, the only noise being the hair dryer. Not quite silence, but one sound enveloping the small room. After about five minutes, Sammie turned it off and said, “Try that.”
Gina tentatively touched her pinky nail. “Dry,” she said, standing up. “Now for your hair.”
She turned the sink back on as Sammie leaned back once more. Gina combed her fingers through Sammie’s hair, turning the water in the sink bright pink. After a few minutes of rinsing, she said, “I think you’re good. Let’s blow it dry.”
Sammie handed her the dryer from where it had been sitting in her lap. Gina switched it on and started blow drying her friend’s hair. She pulled the clip out and ran her fingers through until she determined it was dry. Gina turned off the hair dryer and unplugged it. “Ready for the final reveal?”
Sammie nodded with a nervous smile. She stood up and turned around. “Oh my gosh I love it!” she cried. “It’s so beautiful! Thank you!”
Gina smiled. “It turned out nicely,” she said. “Not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous too.”
“You were?” Sammie asked. “You did it so well! I can’t stop looking at it!”
“Ah, it was nothing. But my nails! You made it look so easy! I always get it all over my fingers and then have to wipe it off.”
“I did my nails a lot in middle school.”
“Makes sense.” They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Gina added, “We should clean this up, and it’s getting late. I can drive you home.”
“Yeah, you’re right. A ride would be great.” Sammie grabbed the towel and the chair and asked, “Where do these go?”
“Uh, the towel can go on the hook behind the door there,” Gina pointed. “And the chair goes in the garage. Do you mind taking it down there while I finish cleaning up the garbage?”
Sammie nodded and took the chair downstairs. Gina grabbed the rest of the garbage, threw it away, and brought the nail polish and the rest of the hair dye back to her room. She set them on her dresser and ran downstairs.
“C’mon, let’s go,” she said to Sammie as she entered the garage. She hopped in the driver’s seat as Sammie climbed in next to her.
“This was fun,” Sammie said Gina started backing out.
“Yeah, it was.” Gina realised this was the perfect time to admit something that had been pulling at her stomach all week. “Uh, Sammie, uh, I dunno how to say this. It’s only been, what, a week since you came, but I really-” She stopped herself and swallowed.
“I like you.”
The words hung there, suspended between them for what felt like an eternity. Gina couldn’t take her eyes off the road, wouldn't let herself. She was scared, but she couldn't take the words back.
Sammie gulped loudly enough for Gina to hear before saying, “I think I might like you.”
They didn’t live far apart, and that short ride had already brought them into Sammie’s driveway. Gina parked and neither girl said anything. She turned to face Sammie and saw Sammie staring at her.
Gina could see Sammie unbuckle her seatbelt, but nothing could have prepared her for Sammie to lean over and kiss her. It was so sudden, she hadn’t even registered what was happening until it was over. Sammie had opened the door and was climbing out of the car.
“Bye!” she called as she slammed the door shut and ran into the house, and just like that, she was gone.
Gina sat there, absolutely shocked. Of all the things she had expected to happen that day, that was not one of them. But Sammie had disappeared inside. There was nothing for Gina to do except drive home and hold the secret tight. That experience, that moment, was going to stay in this car, and Gina couldn't do anything about it, so she didn’t try to fight it. Instead, she drove home and tried not to think about it. After all, what else could she do?
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I’m still in a WhatsApp group with all the people I used to work with at my hot trash job. Today has truly been a day to be grateful.
I was a digital strategist in the third sector before I gave up my job to write full time. My Big Boomer boss hired someone to replace me who *can’t use Microsoft Word*.
It’s a rollout day for one of their new programmes. Big deal. Generally brings in a lot of money from important donors. I think I spent more time teaching my replacement how to do this than anything else because I had digital programme launches down to an art.
The Boomersaurus Rex hired to replace me has fucked up the delivery strategy so the programme launch has come from her personal account, is going to everyone’s junk inbox, and has thus far been sent out nine consecutive times. The WhatsApp group is a-flurry with messages about how everything has gone wrong.
I got a text this morning from the Boomersaurus that simply said “I cannot send?”. Send what.
This is obviously amusing for me, but it highlights something about the third sector that pisses me off. It never, ever uses the skills, knowledge and diverse experiences of younger people that could genuinely make a difference.
The international third sector is generally no longer about sending neatly-turned-out white kids “overseas” to find themselves and occasionally build schools. Thank God. Despite popular conceptions, it’s not full of altruistic angels looking to change the world, either; it’s instead full of people who—for the most part—do want to do good but are also flawed and desperately human.
There is, however, a major stumbling block to genuine progress all the same, and it’s exactly the people you’d expect it to be: white boomer men.
I’m the youngest year of the millennial generation. Most of my friends are involved in either public sector or third sector work. Most of us are paid like shit, and work for boomers who don’t know TikTok from Twitter. My best friend works for an organisation that defends journalistic freedom around the world, and her (male) boss is incredibly proud of being a second-wave feminist who once read Simone de Beauvoir, and likes to chime in with suitably outdated opinions on gender with typical White Man enthusiasm. Great. Only, it’s 2020 and we’re now on fourth-wave feminism. How can his organisation defend the journalistic freedom of trans, enby, gender fluid people when his mindset is firmly rooted in the 1970s?
My former boss used ethnic slurs about various peoples from the part of the Middle East we worked in. We provided healthcare. Imagine the impact it has on a population when the person who heads up your healthcare provider is a racist. (I obviously reported this to the chairman before I left, and it was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me in terms of having to resign. In good conscience, I couldn’t stay). That doesn’t even touch on his deep and rich misogyny.
These are obviously much more extreme examples than simply not knowing how to use Word. But the fucking up Word is important. It highlights the fact that the third sector is steeped in capitalism—the kind of capitalism that values longevity more than anything else. The boomer who was hired after me? She was hired because she’d been in the sector for a long time and my Big Boomer boss respected that. It’s capitalism in action: how much production can we squeeze out of you until you expire? It is quantity over quality every time because that’s what late stage capitalism does.
There’s a really simple remedy to this: bring in young people. More than that, bring in a diverse range of young people. Young people of colour, young people with a range of gender identities and sexualities, religions and heritages. Organisations don’t need these young people to have degrees in digital marketing or seven hundred years experience of sending Tweets. We’re the fucking internet generation. Choose the quality of a more meaningful, more nuanced CV than a boomer with 20 years in the same role who, sure, has lasted long, but doesn’t really have much to show for it.
When charities or third sector organisations contact you asking for support (and let’s face it, that’s predominantly financial), ask them the age breakdown of their staff. Ask them their hierarchical structure within their offices. Ask them the demographics of their staff, and ask them how they’re pursuing a more diverse and representative workforce.
Part of believing in radical economic restructuring for me is knowing that the need for charity constitutes a moral failing on our part, collectively. Our economic structures should (and can!!) be reformed so that charity is a thing of the past. Part of the work of moving to a regenerative economy that removes the need for charity is by using charities as a proving ground. What this means is holding “the best of us” to account. It means ensuring that the most vulnerable of society are served by people who look like them, and who are committed to a society that includes them. The best charities ultimately want to be redundant.
So, just as you do for politicians, hold the third sector to account. It’s uncomfortable. No one wants to be the dick that questions the lovely people at a charity. But no third sector organisation is immune to its context, and the damaging attitudes and prevailing cultural norms that we see in the rest of life exists there too. Radical economics demands this of us.
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Are you bored yet? - Jotaro Kujo.
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Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Stardust Crusaders
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words count: 1663
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His ocean eyes were locked on you as he gently played with your hair, paying attention to every little detail of yours. Sometimes he’d shift his fingers to your face only to caress your skin softly, his touch so gentle and delicate, almost as if he was scared to hurt you somehow. You kept your eyes closed while you rested your bare back against his strong chest, enjoying Jotaro’s rare display of affection. Your skin shivered every time Jotaro touched it, as if every centimetre of you was a chord of an instrument solely created for his hands.
One of his arms was wrapped around your body, his hand lazily resting on your hips. You slowly turned to face him, a soft smile forming on his face. Running a hand through his untameable curls, your locked your eyes on his.
“Are you bored yet?”
You whispered, not having the courage to speak out louder than that. You feared his answer, you knew he wasn’t exactly the type to stick around. When you two started dating, it took a while for him to let another person invade his personal space, or worst, his mind. He was used to be alone, and liked his own company so much he never actually looked for other’s.
With you, however, it was different. The more time you spent together, the more he wanted you to stay. It all started as a little study project; he needed some help to pass an exam and you offered him your help. Kakyoin, his best friend somehow convinced him it was a good idea and he ended up reluctantly accepting your proposal.
The two of you started regularly meeting every afternoon. Sometimes you would stay at your place, other times you simply preferred to stay at your school’s library. At the beginning, Jotaro was hard to handle. He would often cut off every attempt of conversation you made with some rude comments and never really showed any sign of commitment to your project. Unluckily for him though, you were stubborn enough to not step back when confronted with his harsh manners and his intimidating behaviour. Day after day, you slowly managed to get him to talk to you. He started to pay attention to you and cooperate during studying session, even bringing you coffee before you started – surprisingly enough. He also stopped being so rude around you, allowing you two to create a beautiful bond.
When he successfully passed his exam, he didn’t want to let you go. He wasn’t ready to go back to his usual loneliness; it didn’t matter to him before you came into his life, but he got so used to having you around that the thought of going through a day without your cute laugh almost teared him apart – and he hated it. He hated how much you mattered to him and how much his mood depended on your presence. He felt vulnerable, and stupid. It just wasn’t like Jotaro to feel such things, or to let his emotions overwhelm him, but he couldn’t resist it. He just couldn’t let you walk out of his life as if the time you spent together for weeks didn’t matter at all. He needed those afternoons of yours when he listened to you passionately talking about what you liked the most or just being your goofy self around him.
When he asked you out the first time, he didn’t even look at you.
“I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight.” was the only thing he said before covering his eyes with his black hat and walking away from you, leaving you speechless. You weren’t expecting any kind of invite from him; you thought the end of your study sessions coincided with the end of the friendship you managed to create over that short period of time – but he proved you wrong and you were eternally glad for it. You didn’t know what exactly made Jotaro decide to ask you out, nor you knew if he felt the same way you did whenever he was around you.
Later that night, he showed up at your house on time, the raging and unmistakable sound of his motorbike was enough to make his presence known. He helped you getting on the saddle of the motor, handling you one of his helmets. Once you made yourself comfortable you wrapped your hands around Jotaro’s waist and held onto him tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder to have a look at the road in front of you.
“Ready?” he said.
You nodded, a small laugh leaving your lips. At your signal, Jotaro made the engine of his motorbike roar once again, running through the streets of your city.
Your journey took a while and you didn’t quite talk in the meanwhile. He was focusing on his driving, and you were too busy admiring the sky around you, which was coloured in pink and orange while the sun slowly set. Once you arrived, he parked his motorbike safely and took his helmet off. It was the first time you saw him without his hat and the view was simply mesmerising. You always thought Jotaro was handsome and he was always able to give you butterflies, but this version of him was completely new to your sight and once again you found yourself hypnotised by his undeniable beauty.
He took your helmet off and held your hand while you got off the motorbike, ready to catch you in case you’d trip over or stumble somehow. He smiled at you, causing you to blush – everything felt unreal. You almost pinched yourself, questioning about whether you were wide awake or dreaming.
He took a towel and carried a couple of beers in his hands, before making you follow him to the beach. You spent the night talking by the sea, as the sky slowly turned dark leaving you under the light of thousands of stars and the moon. He was unusually talkative, but you didn’t complain – you loved how soft his voice could be, and you were so curious about what was going on inside his head. You always felt a certain way towards him, and being able to stay so close to him without being pushed away not only made you feel special, but also made your feelings towards him grow more and more.
“Thank you for this.”
You said, resting your head on his shoulder. His muscles stiffed for a second, before relaxing again.
“It’s nothing.” he answered quietly, before taking a sip from his bottle of beer.
You looked up at him, the feeling of your warm breath caused goose bumps on Jotaro’s neck. A soft shiver ran down his spine before he turned his face in order to look at you, leaning a bit towards you, your noses nearly touching. You gulped, slowly moving your gaze away from his; as you did so, he placed his big hand on your left cheek, pulling you closer to him before living a soft kiss on your lips – catching you out of guard. However, you kissed him back and while the two of you found the right pace for your kiss, he slowly leaned on you, holding himself on top of you letting his arms support his weight.
Passion got the best of you two – being at the beach didn’t matter at all. You needed love, touch. Every inch of your skin was eager of Jotaro’s touch, and he just couldn’t get enough of you, of your kisses, of how you made him feel. That night felt as if you finally let go of all the emotions you felt, letting your bodies explain how much you wanted each other.
When he drove you home, he left a small kiss on your lips wishing you goodnight, before disappearing into the dark of the night.
The next couple of dates always ended up the same way; you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. You weren’t quite sure what type of relationship you and Jotaro had. Was it just sex? Was he your boyfriend? What were his feelings towards you? Every time you saw each other you ended up in bed, or talking about everything but you and your relationship. You knew exactly what you felt, but you couldn’t quite tell whether your feelings were reciprocated.
He told you he didn’t quite enjoy relationship and what derived from them, and that was what made you so insecure about your relationship. You remembered him telling you how he easily gets bored of people, and how he wasn’t the type to be into someone for much. This small talk the two of you had time ago still haunted you like a ghost, and you just couldn’t ignore it.
Until one day, while the two of you were lying in his bed, he let a “thank you for being mine” slip out of his mouth. That phrase almost made you jump, giving you an heart attack.
“Yours?” you replied, your face lighted up with the biggest smile you ever made.
“Mine.” he repeated before pulling you in his arms, ready to start another round.
This enabled you to finally gain the courage to ask him what was happening between the two of you.
“Yare yare daze..” he sighed. “I thought it was clear we make a great couple.’ he said smirking.
Months with him passed rapidly. Both of you were living a true love story, enjoying every moment you got to spend together.
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“I’ll never get bored of you.” He said, placing a small kiss on your cheeks. “I don’t even think of letting you go, Y/N. I’m here to stay.” he continued, before putting you on top of him letting his hands wonder over every piece of your body.
“I love you, Joot.” you said, your eyes shining just as the first time.
“Yare yare..” he mumbled before leaning in for a passionate kiss, not giving you the chance to reply and pulling the sheets over your heads, ready to show you how much he loved you.
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Logan’s Gay and Remy’s in a Suit
Summary: Just read the title
Content: Gays, so much gays, nb!remy, nb!logan (he uses he/him pronouns but he’s still an enby suckers), mentions of dying of gay, logan thinking that flirting = bullying because he’s a useless gay
Pairing: Romo losleep
Notes: I’m so sleep-deprived I should be sleeping but i HAD to write this so. have it. inspired by this art by @strawberryjellystuff
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Logan was a smart person. He knew a good deal of things. He knew the distance from the earth to the sun, to the moon, and to Mars. He knew the average amount of bones in the human body at any given interval of life. He knew the names of every capital of every city in north and south america.
He also knew that he was very, very gay. This fact alone wasn’t too shocking or even that impressive. Logan had known he was gay since he was fifteen. It hadn’t been hard to figure out.
It was the ‘very, very’ that was important. As a rule, Logan rarely felt the need to enhance his words with ‘very.’ He made his points, he made them clearly, and he made them exactly as he wanted them. There was no reason for him to use ‘very.’
Then he met Remy.
And Remy… woo boy. Remy.
Remy made Logan feel it extremely necessary to add ‘very, very’ to his normally adequate descriptor of ‘gay.’ That was because Remy was very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very pretty. And there was only a little bit of the author’s bias showing through in that statement. It was mostly cold, hard fact. You know because LOGAN’S thinking it and he thinks in pretty much only fact.
So Logan was gay, Remy was (objectively) the prettiest person to exist, and Logan was trying his hardest to stop his writer from taking away his braincells and turning him into a proper gay disaster.
Except he and Remy worked at the same university. In the same department. During most of the same hours.
Logan was having a hell of a time holding onto those braincells.
However, while it had taken time, Logan had adjusted. Survival of the fittest, and all- if Logan wasn’t able to adapt to constantly being around someone so pretty it was outlawed in several made-up countries and a few real ones, then Logan wasn’t fit enough to survive. So he had adapted and he had done so flawlessly.
Better put, he had suffered several weeks learning how to adjust to the fact that Remy’s naturally perfect looks were only increased by xyr leather jacket and sunglasses, the fact that xy knew how to smirk like xy owned the world (impossible, Logan had considered before, considering Remy was clearly the world, and one could not own oneself), and the fact that Remy was a bully.
That was the only word Logan had for Remy’s actions towards him, anyways- after all, there was no way Remy had missed the way Logan’s cheeks seemed to literally light on fire every time xy smiled at him, or the little giggle Logan had never properly learned to fight down every time Remy called him a petname (a wholly ridiculous response considering Remy called lots of people petnames- sure, xy only ever seemed to call Logan ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘light of my world and stars of my universe’ but that didn’t mean anything), or the way Logan stumbled over his every word when attempting to return an offhanded compliment that Remy likely had paid him by accident while thinking of… coffee. Remy did like xyr coffee, after all.
But Remy’s bullying aside, Logan HAD adapted. He was able to look at Remy with minimal flushing, he had become the master of avoiding conversation topics designed to trap him (though Remy was becoming creative with xyr compliment-trap setups… Logan would have to start adapting faster than Remy if he hoped to survive the semester), and he knew the fastest exits out of every room and building in the entire university, ensuring that- if ever needed- he could literally flee Remy. He was surviving in his new, Remy-included environment.
And then the author Jelly Remy decided to adapt as well.
It had been a normal day of work up until then- Logan was working on checking over papers and going through his lesson plan a few more times, making sure he had everything ready for the school day. Upon realizing his coffee had run low, he got up, stretching as he began to move towards the staff lounge, seeking a refill.
There was only one other teacher there at the moment, which Logan figured made sense- most of the astronomy professors had early morning classes, Logan being one of only two who didn’t. He had gotten out of it by luck- the other had insomnia and wasn’t normally at school in the mornings.
Logan barely glanced at xyr, however, wanting to get his coffee before he had to deal with being flustered at seven in the morning. He was fairly certain it wouldn’t be that bad of a fluster, anyways- he was at least partially prepared this time, and he was about to have coffee on his side, and it looked like Remy had traded xyr normal leather-jacket look for a suit of some kind, and Remy had probably had a rough night if xy were in early so xyr flusters wouldn’t be top of xyr game, and-
Logan stopped. Blinked. Processed. Processed again.
A… suit?
Logan turned to look at Remy and immediately regretted the decision. Because those braincells he had mentioned earlier? Gone. Stolen. Removed from existence. In theory, the author’s got them stored up somewhere but… eh, their location’s not important. Not like Logan could use them even if he found them.
Because Remy was in a suit- a blue suit with delicate, lovely white flower designs traced over the chest and around xyr wrists, complimented by a lovely purple tie Logan had never seen Remy wear before- mostly because Remy didn’t normally wear ties. Or suits. Why was Remy wearing a suit?
To kill me Logan decided barely a second later when Remy caught him staring and smirked at him in a way that was most decidedly an act of bullying.
“Good morning, sunlight and starshine.” Remy said, further proving that xy was a bully and that xy was bullying Logan right then and there, a conclusion Logan came too as he clamped a hand over his mouth and focused on not making any sound even slightly akin to a giggle. “How are you on this morning that’s nowhere near as fine as you?”
Logan, smartly, didn’t respond. Speaking would ultimately result in him stuttering, mumbling, and tripping over his words, which would make Remy smirk more, which would make Logan blush more, which would create a horrible cycle that would only end when either Remy left or Logan died. So, by not responding, the cycle never started and therefore could not end in Logan’s death.
In choosing to do nothing else but stare at Remy without saying a word, however, Logan apparently had responded, in a way- Remy’s smirk still grew and Logan still ended up blushed harder.
“Oh, darling, don’t tell me I’ve made you speechless.” Remy teased, moving from xyr spot against the wall to stand in front of Logan, tilting xyr head to the side. “No, wait, do tell me. I do love to hear your voice.”
Logan remained silent. Remy couldn’t go on forever with no new material… right?
“Or, hey, maybe it’s not me.” Remy went on, unconcerned with Logan’s silence. “Maybe you’re just tired. That’s why you were acting perfectly fine until you saw me, after all. Just tired. Is that right? Or should I keep guessing?”
Realizing that silence was getting him nowhere and nothing (besides more flustered), Logan decided to simply attempt to move on with his day. Maybe ignoring Remy would make xyr go away.
Logan had just barely turned to once more resume his walk to the coffee pot when he was forced to stop once more, this time not by Remy’s looks but by the fact that Remy had a hand and the ability to grab Logan’s wrist with it.
A very annoying ability for sure, given it not only prevented Logan from continuing with his brilliant plan of ‘if you just ignore xyr eventually xy’ll go away’, but also increased his blush and got him looking at Remy again which was increasing his blush even more. By now, Logan was fairly sure his entire face was red, which was completely unfair given that blue was much more his colour.
“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be like that.” Remy said, voice now both confident and sweet, which wasn’t helping Logan’s goal to Just Stop Blushing Already at all. “If you really have had a long night, I don’t mean to tease.”
“N-no, I’m fine.” Logan said, which was a lie, because he wasn’t fine at all, he was doing terribly, but he was also doing a million times better than usual, which also wasn’t fine but it was in a completely different direction than terribly. So, either way, his statement was a lie. “Just uh… a long morning.”
Logan realized that was the wrong answer the moment Remy’s softer smile once more became a smirk. “I take it back, then. I very much mean to tease.”
“Ah-” Logan cleared his throat, trying to find a way to backtrack, “I do have, uh, a couple of papers to take care of, so-”
“And you don’t have class for at least another hour.” Remy pointed out for him, still holding onto his wrist and giving no indication that xy’d be letting go of it anytime soon. “You’ve got the time to spare for a bit of conversation with your favorite colleague.”
“You presume to be my favorite?” Logan managed to say without tripping over any of his words.
Remy’s smirk just turned knowing. “I don’t have to be a poker player to spot your tells, babe. Unless, of course, you have another reason for constantly blushing around me.”
“You possibly have a higher-than-average body temperature that causes all the objects and people within your near vicinity to heat up as well, therefore prompting a blush in those organisms that have the ability to blush.” Logan offered, well aware everything he was saying was bullshit meant only as a poor attempt to save himself.
Unsurprisingly, Remy saw right through him. “Nah, hun, I don’t think it’s that. You can try again, if you want, but if you’d let me take a crack at it-”
“Please do not.” Logan interrupted rather hurriedly, which only fueled Remy’s amusement. “I am simply… tired. And busy. So, ah, if you’ll excuse me, I really should be getting back to my work-”
“Alright, beautiful, I know when I’m wanted.” Remy said, politely half-ignoring as Logan looked away and pretended to cough into his arm as he let out a small giggle. “One question before you go?”
“I really should be-”
“Are you free tonight?”
That shut Logan up. “I- what?”
“Are you free tonight?” Remy repeated, only smiling at Logan’s confusion. “I know this really lovely place downtown, I promise you you’ll love it, though not nearly as much as I love you-”
“I- what?!” Logan said, more panickedly this time. Tonight? Restaurant? Love you?
Remy titled xyr head to the side, looking puzzled. “I don’t know how to make this any clearer for you, love.”
“I- ah- you- are you- are you asking me out on- on a date?” Logan demanded, not caring much for how many times he had to restart his sentence but having no solution for that particular problem.
“...I would’ve hoped that was fairly obvious, yes.” Remy answered, shaking xyr head a bit as they continued to watch Logan with amused confusion. “This isn’t a surprise to you, is it?”
“Well- I- uh- it’s just-”
Remy laughed. “Oh, darling, I hate to laugh at you, but- Lo, hun, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks now. This can’t be that shocking.”
“You’ve been flirting with me?!” Logan responded. “When?!”
“I- Logan, I’ve been calling you the most ridiculous of petnames, complimenting you every time you so much as blink, repeatedly breaking into your classroom to force you to eat lunch with me, interrupting your classes to tease you- what do you think I’ve been doing?”
“Bullying me!”
“I was- I’m sorry, say that again?”
“Bullying me!” Logan repeated as asked, moving his coffee cup into the hand that Remy was holding hostage so that he could run his fingers through his hair, feeling frazzled. “You kept- you kept doing things to make me blush and- and lose focus- and- and giggle, for gods’ sakes- what else could you have been doing?!”
To Logan’s surprise, instead of defending xyrself, Remy just laughed as xyr face broke out in the widest grin Logan had seen xyr wearing all morning. “You absolute dork.” Xy said, though xyr tone was only endearing. “You really are a disaster gay, huh?”
“...Just a little.” Logan said weakly, before forcing himself to amend, “Maybe a lot.”
“A lot sounds more accurate, yeah.” Remy agreed, still laughing a bit. “Bullying you- oh, you really are too cute, sugar.”
Logan resisted the urge to run to exit number fifty-nine and escape the blush that, at this point, was likely hot enough to permanently burn his skin. “You’re still being a bully.”
“Oh, probably.” Remy admitted before xyr grin was once again replaced by a smirk Logan had both memorized and yet also knew he would never get used to. “But am I being too much of a bully that you won’t go out on a date with me?”
“I- uh- I-” Logan ducked his head. He couldn’t accept Remy’s offer, he really couldn’t, it would almost guarantee his death, and he had worked so hard to become immune to Remy’s killer charm (pun not intended and not appreciated).
But at the same time… Logan wasn’t sure he had the willpower to refuse.
So, predictably, he settled for a quick little nod that said everything Remy needed to hear without Logan having to stutter his way through a single word.
Remy’s grin turned dazzling. “Perfect!” Xy exclaimed, quickly pressing a kiss to Logan’s cheek before he could even begin to react. “I’ll pick you up after all our classes are out, okay?”
“O-okay.” Logan said numbly, free hand raising to rest over the spot where Remy had kissed him, feeling half-trapped in a dream.
“Perfect!” Remy repeated, still grinning as xy let go of Logan’s hand, heading towards the door, bursting with energy and clearly on xyr way to continue planning the exacts of Logan’s demise.
Before xy could fully get out of the room, however, Logan managed to get his voice back about him and call out, “Wait!”
Remy immediately stopped, turning back to look at Logan. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“I- uh-” Logan gestured vaguely at Remy, “Your suit. You- You never wear suits. Why today…?”
At that, Remy’s grin just widened to a degree Logan wasn’t entirely sure should be humanly possible. “For our date, of course!” Xy answered, raising xyr sunglasses just so that xy could wink at Logan. “I had a feeling you’d say yes.”
And with that, Remy left, leaving Logan to stand in the middle of the staff lounge, empty coffee mug still in one hand, the other still resting on his cheek and over the spot where Remy had kissed him, feeling dazed in the best sort of way possible.
He was still standing there when another one of the teachers wandered in, shooting him a strange look. “Are you alright, Logan?”
“Not at all.” Logan answered truthfully.
He was much, much better than alright.
#losleep#write losleep cowards#ts logan#ts remy#ts sleep#nb!remy#nb!logan#the cryptid speaks#fanfic#fanfiction#ts sides#sanders sides#imma post this and then pass out someone remind me to set this up to queue later#also if y'all spot an accidental misgendering let me know so i can change it when i'm more awake
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Using this prompt that I wrote
Word count: 1050
Spoilers for the recent ASides episode (Flirting with Social Anxiety) because of one of the characters. (character list is under the cut)
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Characters: Sides, Thomas, Nico
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He didn’t even think Janus knew, but Remus did care about him. He knew as well. No matter how much Janus tried to hide it, Remus had gotten used to seeing the signs. So, he wasn’t surprised to find Janus upside down in one of his traps. Remus climbed up to cut the rope. “You normally see my shit.”
“Do I?”
“See, I can’t tell if you’re like this because you’ve been upside down for too long and the blood’s rushing to your head – or if you’re being overworked by society and the blood’s rushing from your head.”
“Society can go fuck itself – cut the rope already.”
“Oh, Jan. Take a break – you seem a lot worse than the other times you got overworked.”
“If I can land safely on my hands and come up from that, then I’m fine.”
“You’re going to land on your head.” Remus cut the rope and allowed it to ease Janus back to the ground, being sure not to hurt his friend. “Jan, you look like shit.” Shit was an understatement: Janus was paler than normal, there were bags under his eyes, his scales were flaky; he was worse than any other time he was overworked. Remus and Janus both realised that they were being summoned as they felt that familiar pull – even if it had been ages since either of them had been summoned.
The others looked over the new arrivals, with a few slightly confused looks over their attire. “I was planning on talking to you all, but if you two want to sort out – that?”
“I’m in respectable clothing; Remus has a thing he can put the knife in. We’re fine.”
“Clothing wise, yes, but you definitely aren’t fine – you look like you’re about to fall over.”
“There’s a… stair… sort of next to me. I’m fine. Oh, hi Nico.” Nico was stood next to Thomas, obviously confused by what was happening around him. “Hold on – th-that one’s not even human???”
“I’m not? I never realised!” Worried for his friend, Remus glanced to check Janus. He was leaning on the wall behind him, almost using it to support him.
“And maybe he shouldn’t be here.”
“Remus, I’m fine.” Thomas proceeded to introduce the sides to Nico, making sure he had no worries about it all. Letting the sides leave again, as that was all he called them up for, they each sunk out and headed to their rooms.
Janus flopped onto his bed, exhausted. A few minutes passed before he heard a knock on the door. Regrettably, he opened the door with the flick of his hand, not even looking up. “Who is it?” Instead of an answer, a paper aeroplane flew into his room. It was red with a golden tip – from Roman, obviously. “Calling me a bitch again, Roman? Or something else?” He sighed before giving the command for it to unfold and read.
“To Janus Deceit Sanders,
While you may be a bitch, I noticed that you were not acting your normal self. Is there anything wrong?
§ Prince Roman Creativity Sanders”
Janus rolled his eyes before giving his reply. “Message for Prince Roman Creativity Sanders – God, I hate that – I appreciate your kind words about me, I do not need you to worry about me. I am perfectly fine. I would also like to ask my own question, and rest assured – I will know you lie to me. Did Patton ask you to send this? Kindly, message sent by Janus Deceit Sanders” He watched as the paper plane refolded itself, with the colours on it inverting as the sender and receiver changed. Shortly after, a red plane returned with a single word in the message. “Yes.” As he let the message fade with the end of the conversation, another letter arrived, along with the Duke. The letter was a pale blue with dogs and cats on – from Patton this time. “Why is my brother sending you letters? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Is he flirting with you?”
“Oh, of course he is. He just absolutely loves me.” Remus flopped onto Janus’s bed, disheartened by Janus’s answer. “Why did you want him to be flirting with me?”
“I don’t know! I just – I don’t know.” Janus let the letter from Patton open as Remus stared into the ceiling.
“To Janus Deceit Sanders,
I know you aren’t on the best of terms with Roman, that was a bad idea. But are you okay? Because you don’t seem it.
§ Patton Morality Sanders”
“Ya know what? I am not dealing with this through messages.”
“Oh, are we going up?”
Summoning the other sides up, Janus waited. “You’re all back – is there a reason, we were doing stuff.”
“Don’t worry about it Thomas, I can silence us all and you two can continue, this is just the only place we can talk to each other.” Janus flicked his hand, silencing all noise coming from them. “Janus, why are we here?”
“You seem to have all realised that I’m not my normal self. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason for that. Let’s get this over with quickly, shall we? Morality is constantly trying to make Thomas be a good person but in doing so is making him take on more than he can handle and I’m trying to battle that so that Thomas’s mental health doesn’t fall apart. Logan is trying to stop you, but you don’t listen to him. Creativity is overloading Thomas with intrusive thoughts, albeit you don’t realise that, but you can still stop. Creativity and Anxiety are obsessed over the fact Nico has come into Thomas’s life and won’t give him any let downs or any breaks – you’re constantly talking about how ‘you could do this as your next date’ or ‘if you do this he’ll hate you, so don’t’. None of you are listening to Logan and logic is been thrown out of the window in most scenarios.”
“I –”
“Figuratively thrown out of the window. I am overworking myself to keep Thomas safe. I don’t think any of you even understand the strain that you’re putting on his mental health. I am going to leave you now, and I want you all to understand that you need to listen to Logan and think about Thomas’s health before you do anything.”
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