#I would be head of heels if I wasn’t so aroace

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Anyone else have the unethical desire to make cool looking / aesthetically pleasing people their friend or just me?

#asexual #aromantic #aroace #friends #your so pretty #I would be head of heels if I wasn’t so aroace

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

Rate the Ship: Mattias/Ortus Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs | it’s hero worship and that’s okay but I am not compelled 

General:

How long will they last?  Well, they did leave to go potentially die in battle without starting. But if we were to remove that, I’m not sure. I think not very long, honestly, but we didn’t really get that much of Matthias? So it could. And I know he’s basically manifested from Ortus’ five million word fanfic, so maybe?

How quickly did/will they fall in love?  Ortus has been infatuated. He projected all of his gay poet feelings onto Matthias since he started having gay poet feelings probably, and if he didn’t, then he definitely started pouring into it when all the other kids died and he had no chance of having any other means of exploring his sexuality. But also this is all constructed on projection and fantasy and not actual interaction, at which case, he fell head over heels or whatever the second Matthias breathed in reality in Harrow’s bubble (still constructed off of this fantasy but you know). If Matthias had feelings for him, I’m sure it’s driven by the fact the construct of him was mixed with said projection gay poet feelings, but if it wasn’t, then I imagine it would take a minute, because he didn’t really come off as a man for whom heroworship would do it for him. I’m aroace though so I don’t actually know how people work tbh.

How was their first kiss? They did go off to die together in battle, which might as well be a first kiss for Ortus, especially with how everyone in the Nine Houses behave. If they kissed for real, I imagine it’s nervous, maybe a bit clumsy. Ortus would be sweating, poor man.

Wedding:

Who proposed? If we made it to this, I think… probably Matthias? But potentially after having a deep discussion with Ortus, and not as a complete surprise, but Ortus would still be completely surprised.

Who is the best man?  Gideon, obviously. Ortus never properly apologized to her for also not saving her and it feels weird since she took his spot as necromancer to not give her the spot as best man.

Who is the bridesmaid(s)?  Harrow, maybe, it would also feel weird not to include her unless she didn’t want to. Anastasia herself, obviously, if she so wished it. It gets weird in the river, as you know. Abigail, too, but probably because she asked (Ortus wasn’t going to ASSUME she wanted to! Magnus would probably be with the other groomsmen, but Gideon I think still would have to be best man. For the guilt.).

Who did the most planning? Ortus. 100%. Even if Matthias had to just ask him theoretics to get the truth of what he’d want ot of it, a la ‘okay but what is your fantasy wedding, if there were no limits.’ And then we somehow meet what of those we can. So you could argue Matthias did it, but really, it was based on Ortus’ vision.

Who stressed the most? Ortus, 100%. He’s throwing up as we speak. If not Ortus, than his mother, which means Ortus again, because her stress will add to his stress.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. If they could reach his crazy demands, 10, if they could not, it’d still be an insane ceremony, I imagine. And honestly, out of her own guilt, I do think Harrow would want to allow it to be a huge affair. Even if she thinks it’s stupid. Even if it’s absurd. Anyway, the necessary funds and labor have been taken care of. Do not ever ask to pay it back, also it has nothing to do with putting Gideon in a suit that fits her forearms. Mind your business. Ortus’ vows take at least an hour.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?  Protesilaus…. Kidding…………. Kidding…. He is invited….. But Crux? He can die in a hole. Preferably he will be dead in a hole. He is not coming within two planets of the wedding if Ortus had his way. Hell, if Ortus’ mother had her way. 

Sex:

Who is on top? Hm. I think Ortus would bottom, but I don’t necessarily see him as being unwilling either way. I don’t know enough about Matthias to say, but if he’s constructed from Ortus’ fantasies, he probably aligns. 

Who is the one to instigate things? I think Ortus would feel more comfortable with Matthias initiating, past all Ortus’ weird feelings on all of it and everything, but I think he could grow confident in it with encouragement. If Matthias didn’t instigate things in a ‘timely’ manner, I think Ortus would seize his courage and try.

How healthy is their sex life? I think it’d be fine, probably, once we got some awkward conversations and catholic guilt out of the way. I think Matthias would be patient with him over anything he had hiccups with, and I’m not sure if Matthias himself has those hiccups.

How often do they have sex? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now I’m not sure how to label this. I think not all the time, but I think not like. None of the time? I think Ortus is interested in sex, but I also think he’s fighting demons every day of his life and also gets overwhelmed and sometimes still just writes poetry instead.

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head I think…. This is hard to gage actually. I’ll choose mid. I think Ortus has it in him, but I also think touch is really weird for the Ninth House? How does one define this in this case?

What’s their most surprising kink? Surprising kink…. The religious kink stuff is not surprising, the writer on Matthias’ body in ink is not surprising, even the bondage I imagine Ortus would want to try (tell me this man doesn’t want to be gagged with his hands bound as weird guilt for being a gay poet boy) is not surprising. Maybe Ortus deciding to roleplay hatefucking and being nemesis or something when he starts foraying other places? At least, I think it was a mild surprise to Matthias, but then it would make all kinds of sense, because he’s built of the fantasies Ortus has poured into him, and well, he can remember the kismesis I mean enemy that Ortus wrote about and huh…

How long do they normally last? Tbh, I actually don’t imagine long? I imagine Matthias has insane stamina if he’s based off that, and I imagine Ortus has stamina, but I can also see him needing recovery time after orgasm. But maybe he’s into edging (makes sense with his poetry lol) or chastity devices, which would make it longer. But once nutted, I think it’s time to settle in and cuddle and talk.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? I think it’s maybe more important to Ortus than Matthias. I think they would for that reason, but I don’t know if Matthias feels a need to always come or if he takes it personally if Ortus maybe has a bit of performance anxiety and doesn’t nut.

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. I’m putting both because honestly Ortus has been expected to endure and create violence, and while I think sometimes he’d like a passionate kind of rough fuck, that honestly, it would do more for him for it to be tender in all the ways the Ninth said he didn’t deserve.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | If they aren’t touching each other something is very wrong because they are always cuddling. I think the Ninth house is really weird about touch, but I think they’d touch more than common for it. I think it would evolve into more casual touching in public spaces, but definitely cuddling/little tocuhes in private all the time.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Hm. I don’t know if they would. I don’t know if Ortus would want to have children. There’s so much trauma there, and there’s so much trauma also about continuing the line, and he already had such a hard time with Gideon and Harrow and with every other child dying around him. I think maybe he’d be triggered by it and only do it if duty demanded it.

How many children will they adopt? See above, but I could see Ortus maybe adopting if some child really needed it.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Matthias. Ortus is dissociating.

Who is the stricter parent? I think… we go a gentle parenting approach. I don’t know if Matthias could be very strict without Ortus being kind of triggered, and I don’t think Ortus could be very strict without Ortus also being triggered. This is part of why I also imagine Ortus would avoid child-rearing.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Matthias because Ortus is literally dying as we speak.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Ortus is throwing up. Matthias is asking him to sit down and he’s packing the lunches Ortus started getting anxious about before it was even time to make them.

Who is the more loved parent? Possibly Matthias for all the reasons listed above. When Ortus isn’t dissociating, he’s reciting his own poetry at them and that’s kind of cringe, dad. [They still love him].

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Matthias. Ortus’ mother even. Grandma’s coming with all the sanctimony and self-righteousness of the Eighth house. She doesn’t say it but also you know she’d burn you down for implying her grandchild has ever made a mistake. You wonder about changing careers.

Who cried the most at graduation? Ortus. Also now he’s remembering all the children who never finished school because they died of a plague and he’s thinking also of tiny Gideon and tiny Harrow and how they were alone and he is sick to his stomach, also he’s proud of you.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Ortus suddenly comes alive. He considers pulling out some low blows on Harrow, despite his guilt. Matthias is mildly impressed and a bit alarmed. He’s backed by his unhinged mother. It’s really not worth it to pursue legal action anymore. If Crux is somehow alive, he can choke on it.

Cooking:  

Who does the most cooking? I’m not sure really, the Ninth really isn’t known for Food. Maybe Matthias was from a time with a bit more food, or maybe Ortus wrote about foods he read about he never got to experience, and thus Matthias is a bit better at the foodstuff.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Neither, I think. Ortus, maybe, just because he’s not been exposed to choices.

Who does the grocery shopping? I could see Ortus doing this. It can be a kind of mindless, soothing task, especially if he’s asked Matthias to cook it.

How often do they bake desserts? Is sugar too spicy for the Ninth House…. Just kidding, just kidding, I think they probably do, honestly, and I think they’d both enjoy it. Maybe they try new things together.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? I really don’t know with the Ninth House. My brain says meat, but moreso in the sense of like. Bone broth. But then I think of the cannibalism and I think maybe both of them would like things made of root vegetables and fruits, but honestly it’s still all ‘soup’ at the end of the day, not salad.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Matthias, I think, and Ortus would be very touched. Ortus, on the other hand, has set up many other elaborate things, and also written a ten-tome epic for his lover, and this one is better and different from the others he made, and Matthias is flattered but also a bit embarrassed by it but also supportive because they’d only last long enough to an anniversary if Matthias was supportive of Ortus’ poetic endeavors, since it’s since a huge part of his personality.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? I think actually they both would equally. I think if he noticed Ortus shrinking too into himself or a project, Matthias would say it. And sometimes I think Ortus just gets a hair up his ass and he has to go and so they do.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?  Ortus. It is very embarrassing to be daring and fail spectacularly. He shall never cook again (he will).

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? Ortus. I actually imagine he’s got deep habits about cleaning (and hiding).

Who is really against chores?  Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? If they have pets, maybe Ortus. Something in him still feels he has to hide the evidence.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Also Ortus, maybe, if he feels rushed/like he has to hide something. Matthias probably only cleans if he feels like putting things up, especially because Ortus is kind of on top of it, and so he doesn’t really pick up when he doesn’t have the energy to take it where it needs to be.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?  Ortus. He’s been judged enough, thank you.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Matthias. Ortus has cleaned this same spot seventeen times and somehow never noticed.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Ortus, I think. He got stuck on some line in his head he was considering rewriting and oops it’s been an hour now.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Matthias. He wanted the simple directive of it.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? I’m not sure. I could see Ortus using it for inspiration, but I could also see him resenting things. It just depends. 

What are their goals for the relationship? Well, probably just to be happy, really.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Matthias. He’ll get up at dawn when he has to get up at dawn. He’ll sleep in when he has the chance. He’s apparently been fighting for a while now, so why not.

Who plays the most pranks? Ortus. He likes to see what he can get away with.

#tlt ask meme #ortus nigenad #matthias nonius #I take these kinds of questions so seriously lmaoooo #love how I said 'I don't think ortus can handle having kids' and then still answered the questions LOL

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Enemies To Lovers (Yelena Belova x Reader)

As The Red Room crashes down around her, Yelena is faced with not only Dreykov, but her biggest rival, you. 

What happens when she’s tasked with saving you, will feelings you held deep inside finally climb to the surface? 

UPDATE: First, I want to apologize for not knowing that Yelena was aroace, I was unaware because I have only seen the movie and it really wasn’t explicitly covered.

I respect that is how she identifies in the comics, going forward, I will acknowledge her sexuality in the tags of future fics. 

"Listen."  

You grimace as Yelena Belova, your arch nemeses, slips an arm around you, the woman, despite your growls, helping you to a nearby alcove.  

"We can continue hating each other tomorrow, but right now, you're hurt."

You glance down at your mangled leg, an explosion within The Red Room had sent a slab of the roof crashing down on top of you.

Of course, Yelena Belova was there to save the day, as per usual.  

"Why is it always you who gets to save the day, huh?" You growl angrily, your face scrunching up in pain.

"Well, today I’m saving you."  

You shake your head.  

"I don't need your help."  

Yelena scoffs.  

"Bullshit."  

Ever since the pair of you had met in The Red Room, you'd been rivals, attempting to one up each other at any, and everything, doing your best to impress Dreykov.  

The pair of you had went back and forth, but when Yelena was named team leader for a mission to retrieve a package, you were incredibly disheartened, not only because she'd been picked above you, but also because, not that you'd ever admit it, you'd miss her.  

When the others returned and Yelena did not, you were worried, worried that she may had become a casualty, it was then that you heard she'd gone rogue.  

Yelena Belova was the last Black Widow you ever expected to go rogue, she was talented, deadly, not to mention attractive.  

You give your head a shake.  

"I don't."  

Yelena shakes her head.  

"Well, the whole place is coming down, so hopefully you can find a parachute in time." She shrugs and you sigh, glancing around the destroyed base.  

You growl.  

"Fine, but after this, I hate you."  

Yelena shakes her head.  

"Okay, okay, fine."  

Yelena helps you to your feet, the woman slipping an arm around you, her hand resting within your arm pit. 

"I don’t plan on letting you die here."  

You snicker.  

"Would you miss me Belova?" You ask and she hums.  

"I would miss one upping you."  

Your eyes narrow.  

"Bitch."  

Yelena grins.  

"Thank you."  

You're unable to bite back a grin, your eyes widening when you see Dreykov making his way into a helicopter, surrounded by his men.  

She glances your way and your brows furrow.  

"What?" You ask, the woman grabbing a nearby parachute and handing it to you before she turns towards the helicopter.  

“Wait, what are you doing?” You ask as you catch her wrist.  

The blonde glances back over her shoulder for a moment before she, much to your surprise, cups your cheeks.  

She surges forward, her lips meeting yours in a long, soft kiss.  

You kiss back with no hesitation, your hands finding purchase on her waist.  

Yelena pulls back, reluctantly, her green orbs darting from your lips to your eyes and back as she rests her forehead against yours.  

“I never hated you.” She whispers, her lips lightly brushing your as she speaks.  

You close the distance between you again, feelings you buried deep inside clawing their way to the surface.  

You’re about to deepen the kiss when Yelena pulls back, her eyes darting around your face.  

“Go.” She nods to the side of the falling structure and you shake your head.  

“Not without you.”  

Yelena shakes her head.  

“I’m right behind you.”  

Suddenly she turns on here heels and sprints towards the helicopter.  

You shake your head rapidly as she leaps up to the wing, Natasha Romanoff sprinting from within the facility towards the helicopter.  

“No!” She yells and you swallow hard.  

“This was fun!” She yells, before turning to you.  

“You don’t always have to be the hero!” You yell, earning only a smile in return as she produces two batons, slamming them together to create a lengthy staff.  

Green orbs catch yours, and with one final smile she slams the staff into the plane’s propeller, the vehicle bursting into flames.  

“Yelena!” You yell as she flies backwards, and over The Red Room’s edge, the blonde plummeting to the ground below.  

“Goddamn it!” You yell as you secure the backpack housing the parachute to your back and leap over the edge, with absolutely no hesitation.  

Thankfully, Yelena’s white jacket stands out rather prominently amongst the flaming debris that was once The Red Room crashing to the Earth below.

“Yelena!” You yell as you fly towards her, your arms wrapping tightly around her. 

Yelena’s eyes flutter open before they widen.  

“What are you doing?” She asks groggily and you shake your head.  

“Saving your life.”  

You cling to her tightly as you give the parachute’s cord a jerk, the parachute inflating above the two of you.  

You cling to her with all of your strength, unwilling to let go of the woman who you’d realized meant so much to you.  

You grit your teeth, leaning away from a bit of falling, flaming debris currently headed right for you.  

“Shit.” You growl a piece of falling debris slicing your bicep open as it plummets to the Earth below.  

Still, your hold remains tight on the blonde in your arms, unwilling to again let her slip from your grasp.  

The ground comes a lot faster than you expect it to, and before you realize it you’re crashing to the ground, your head smacking into something hard before you fall unconscious.

                                                              ***

Yelena groans, her green orbs fluttering open with much reluctance.  

Her eyes widen when she realizes that she’s not laying on the ground, like she thought she would be,  but right on top of you.  

She bypasses her embarrassment in favor of giving you a shake, the woman shaking your even harder when you don’t respond.  

“Y/N, come on, wake up...” She cups your cheek, her bottom lip trembling.  

“Please, wake up.”  

You’re roused by the feel of a palm resting on your cheek, the owner stroking your face with a gentleness you’d never felt before.  

Your eyes flutter open, the figure of a blurred woman hovering over you.  

“Y/N?” Yelena says as she caresses your face and you smile.  

“You’re alright.” You sigh, your eyes again fluttering shut.  

“Keep your eyes open.” She whispers and you groan.  

“My head hurts.”  

Yelena snorts.  

“You hit it on a rock.”  

You growl.  

“Well that explains it.”  

Your vision clears and you smile, despite laying amongst a mass amount of rubble.  

“Why do you always have to be the hero?” You ask and Yelena shakes her head. 

“You're the one who jumped off The Red Room to save me.”  

You smirk.  

“I wasn’t about to let you leave me again.”  

Yelena smiles, the woman ducking down to bury her face in your neck.  

“Well, I'm not going anywhere.”  

You turn your head, your lips brushing her ear as you speak.  

“You better not.”

“Yelena!”  

Natasha falls silent when she sees the two of you, Yelena’s face buried in your neck.  

You give her a nod and she smiles, giving you a thumbs up.

Yelena pulls back with much reluctance, the blonde’s nose brushing yours.  

“So?”

Your brows furrow.

“Hmmm?”  

Yelena smiles, her gaze dropping to your lips.

“Are you going to go back to hating me tomorrow?”  

You smirk, your fingers running through her pony tail.  

Yelena smiles, closing the distance between the two of you, her lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss, the mere brush of her lips taking your breath away.  

The two of you hesitantly part, a smile stretching across your face. 

“I never hated you either.”  

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #black widow spoilers #let me know what you thinkkk!

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King Roman and the Fake Harem

Summary: King Roman has enemies directly outside his walls, pressure from inside his walls to get a harem, and no solution in sight. Until he sees the solution has been right under his nose the entire time. This is the story of how an aroace King gets a harem of advisors.

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: Two brief instances of sexual harassment, one instance of groping, swearing (because Virgil), and people sneering at sex workers/ presumed sex workers.

Word count: 2385

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King Roman sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Ugh, give me a few hours to think of something,” he groaned.

His lead advisor that he’d inherited from his father, who Roman refused to refer to as anything but Orange, protested “But sir, we need a decision soon. It’s already been a week since enemy troops positioned themselves just outside our walls, and we’ve done little besides ask them to leave. That, on top of your lack of harem-”

“I’ll have something for you in two hours, regarding the troops,” Roman said, waving Orange away.

Orange huffed and spun on his heel, leaving the throne room grumbling. Roman brushed a hand over his face. A week into being king and the enemy decides to attack? The nerve!

“You know, if you roll out the catapults to the front gate, that would take care of the troops outside the walls on that side, and then you could concentrate your archers on the rear of the kingdom walls.”

Roman looked over to the side of his throne. Sir Virgil had been his best knight, until he’d been shot by an arrow that had permanently damaged his shoulder. That was 4 weeks ago, he was still in a sling, and ever since he’d been released from the medical wing he’d been making his lack of work everyone else’s problem.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “And just how would you propose moving the catapults from the armory down 100 feet of stairs to the front entrance, hm?”

Sir Virgil shrugged. “Ramps.”

Roman stopped short. Oh, he’s smart. “...very well.” He appraised Virgil. He’ll never be able to be a knight again and he needs something to do, and he’s not too unfortunate-looking… “How would you like a job?”

/////

Virgil adjusted the silks that hid exactly nothing of his upper body so they’d sit comfortably over his still-bandaged arm and shoulder. He was about to join his first ever advisor meeting, and he was beyond nervous. He’d been rather enjoying his life as the first member of Roman’s harem (that so far hadn’t even resulted in a single flirtatious remark, which Virgil wasn’t complaining about but he was certainly confused by), and he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

“Ready?”

Virgil jumped and hissed through his teeth as his shoulder was jostled by the sudden movement.

Roman was frowning. Before Virgil could apologize, Roman asked, “Are you alright? I can have a healer come over. If you’d prefer to sit out this meeting and rest, that would be a more than acceptable course of action.”

Virgil was stunned. “Huh?”

Roman nodded at him. “Your shoulder, it seems to be causing you pain.”

“Oh! It’s not too bad, I’ll be fine. Still getting used to not moving it too much.”

Roman laughed. “Yes, that I have been witness to. Are you ready?”

“Yeah. Do I need to walk, like, meekly or whatever?” Virgil asked, cheeks already heating up at the future humiliation.

A look of disgust came over Roman. “No, I wouldn’t expect that of anyone under my employ.”

Virgil let out a breath. “Alright, cool cool.”

The meeting started out as expected, a few snickers from his former co-workers who were still knights, but nothing Virgil couldn’t ignore. Virgil recognized Orange by his blaze orange ensemble that hurt his eyes (no wonder Roman refused to give Virgil his actual name). When it came time to discuss military tactics, Roman spoke first.

“I would like to introduce my military advisor, Sir Virgil. Sir Virgil, if you would, please announce your strategy for driving off the enemies.”

Before Virgil could get a word out, Virgil’s former boss blurted out, “You’re trusting your military strategy with a common whore?!”

Virgil levelled him with his best death glare. “Call me that again and I’ll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat.”

Only Virgil was close enough to hear the King swallow his laughter at the general’s paling face. Roman cleared his throat and spoke.

“To answer your question, yes. Sir Virgil, if you wouldn’t mind continuing?”

Virgil smirked. “Gladly.” For the next 20 minutes, Virgil confidently discussed his strategy with the catapults and archers, fielded questions, and specified the ideal placements. As the meeting drew to a close and Roman went to do the obligatory schmoozing with top leaders (Virgil noticed with glee how the military personel scrambled to get out, supposedly to “update the troops”), the Lead Advisor of Common Education approached Virgil. Virgil did the customary respectful bow, which the advisor returned.

“I trust King Roman is treating you well?” he inquired, blue eyes sparkling from beneath a sandy fringe.

“Yes, very much so. This fucked up rotator cuff is the best thing to happen to me,” Virgil internally winced at his choice of words. Gonna have to work on that.

The advisor just laughed. “I suppose it must be! Surely, being part of a harem is much more comfortable than being a knight.”

Virgil shrugged, and winced as he once again forgot about his injured shoulder. “Yeah, it is. I’m just glad I can help in some capacity by being a strategic advisor.”

“Yes, yes, that must be quite fun for you,” the advisor purred. Virgil bristled at his condescending tone. “Do let me know if you require more… attention than what King Roman provides.”

Virgil wrinkled his face. He focused on Roman, and heard his attention was on Orange who was insisting that one person could hardly be considered a harem. “I think I’m good.”

“Oh, of course, of course, but do keep me in mind.” And before Virgil realized what was happening, the advisor had patted his ass.

Virgil used his good arm to grab the man’s offending hand, twist him around, bring him to his knees, and place a foot on the middle of his back.

“Ow! You stupid whore, get off-”

“What is the meaning of this?!” King Roman thundered.

Virgil released the advisor. “This guy was perving all over me, and I get I’m part of a harem but I don’t stand for that shit.”

“It was just a love tap!”

King Roman’s face was red with anger. “Sir Virgil, he encroached on your person?”

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

“You are relieved of your duties.”

Virgil sagged while the advisor smiled smugly. Welp, the grapes and silk were fun while they lasted. “Yeah, okay.”

Roman jerked back a bit in confusion. “What? No, you,” he glared at the now-ex-advisor.

The advisor was aghast. “Excuse me? How dare you!”

“How dare you, touching a man without his consent and then having the gall to speak to me in such a tone!”

Virgil was in too much shock to process the rest of the conversation. He came back to his senses just outside the medical wing. Roman was instructing the doctor to recheck Virgil’s bandages as they didn’t seem to quite hold his shoulder still, and sighed in relief when he caught Virgil watching them.

“Virgil, there you are! Are you alright? Say the word, and I’ll arrange for you to speak with our mind doctor.”

Virgil blinked a few times.

Roman turned back to the doctor. “Could he have gone into shock? Does he need-”

Virgil shook his head to unfreeze his brain. “No, I’m fine. I’ve had people trying to kill me, part of the job, I’m okay.”

King Roman furrowed his brow. “Are you sure? Truly, if you need to talk to someone-”

Virgil held his good hand up. “I’m fine, promise. I’ll talk to someone later if I need to.”

Roman sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. Oh! The military is deploying your strategy as we speak! I thought I’d let you know before the good doctor looked you over.”

“Dope! Wait, what?”

King Roman was walking away. “I’ll see you once you’re tended to!” he called over his shoulder.

“What are you talking about, my shoulder… actually kinda hurts, okay fine.”

/////

One successful defeat of an opposing military later, and Roman had removed yet another advisor from his circle for creepy behavior.

“Hey Princey, I appreciate you defending my honor and shit, but that was the Lead Advisor of Trade,” Virgil began.

“And I’m better off without him!” Roman declared.

Virgil scratched his chin. “I mean yeah, but also you have a trade meeting with neighboring kingdoms coming up in a week, and two days after that you have an internal trade meeting with surrounding villages and the farmers within the city walls.”

Roman started stretching his arms and back in a way Virgil had identified meant he was stressed. “And there has been even more talk of my small harem, which does not bode well for external negotiations,” Roman murmured to himself.

Virgil shifted. “Yeah, that. Why don’t you just have your new advisors be part of your harem like me?”

Roman paused. “That’s… brilliant! Thank you Virgil!”

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, no problem. It’s a pretty sweet gig. Although I don’t know why you haven’t-” he cut himself off with an awkward cough.

King Roman looked distinctly uncomfortable. “I’m afraid I’m not… particularly interested in those activities. I apologize if I’ve disappointed you.”

Virgil let out a breath. “I mean, I’m kinda relieved, not that you’re not hot! But I’d rather not break my two rules.”

Roman preened at the compliment. “What are your two rules?”

“Don’t shit where you eat and don’t fuck where you work.”

“Ah.”

“Look, there might be enough time to get someone else up to speed before the trade meetings. But you’ll have to choose someone quickly.”

Roman sat down in his throne and looked skyward in thought. “Are you familiar with Patton Hart? He’s already organized the internal farmers into their current union. What of him?”

Virgil remembered running into him right after a difficult mission and somehow ending up with a bag of tomatoes, a bag of bell peppers, and strict instructions to bathe and sleep. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“How do you think he’d do as an advisor?”

Virgil didn’t have to think for long. “I think he’d be awesome. Want me to talk to him?”

“If you’d be so kind. And please assure him that his role would be strictly as an advisor.”

Virgil smirked. “You mean a shirtless advisor.”

Roman turned beet red, and Virgil cackled.

/////

Before Virgil knew it, the harem quarters weren’t so lonely. Patton had agreed to join, very happy with the wardrobe and quickly making a name for himself. Patton had, in turn, recommended Logan Logos to replace the other creepy advisor. Logan had run a very successful pre-K Montessori program before joining the palace harem, and he fit in with the rest of the advising circle well, already creating reforms to account for diverse learning styles. In fact, Virgil had noticed that the advisors who weren’t part of the harem started taking him and Patton more seriously once the proper and strong Logan had joined them.

The day of the inter-kingdom trade meeting had come, and Logan and Virgil would both be attending along with Patton. Everyone was nervous about how the sweet and gentle Patton would do at such a fierce and antagonist event.

Virgil’s shoulder was out of the cast and sling, although it was still tender. He clapped a hand on Patton’s shoulder. “Go get ‘em,” he said, trying to be encouraging.

Patton flushed. “Thanks Vee.”

The meeting began, along with the customary hour-long political niceties, and finally it came time for the trade advisors to speak on their leaders’ behalf.

Virgil ground his teeth at the open snickering of Patton’s garb, and he could tell Logan and Roman were feeling the same way. Patton, however, seemed to be unaffected by it all. As expected, the Kingdom of Fiery Fields spoke first.

“King Roman, we propose a 5% increase of taxes for the crops we export to your kingdom, lest we cease all wheat exports to you.”

“You may call me Advisor Hart, and for what reason? We already pay you 12% more for your crops than other kingdoms.”

The platinum blonde man stared at Patton with haughty hazel eyes. “Because, Advisor Hart,” he sneered. “our crops are unmatched in quality!”

Patton nodded his head. “Fair point. I suppose you won’t mind a moratorium on all exports of our steel to your kingdom then?”

It was as if all the air was sucked out of the room.

Platinum Blonde was outraged. “You wouldn’t!”

“Actually, we would. You are now meeting with the new King’s new advisory circle, and we won’t stand for pointless tax increases that a review of the books show only go to pay the noblewomen you’re cheating on your wife with,” Patton stated, smiling sweetly the entire time.

Half of the trade advisors around the table laughed, while the other half gawked. Platinum Blonde backed down, and the trade meeting lasted for only 2 days instead of the typical 3 since Patton effectively shut down any ego-based bullshitting that occurred.

/////

Virgil and Patton were taking turns trying to toss grapes into each others’ mouths, laughing, while Logan pretended to be irritated by their antics. The doors opened suddenly to show Orange, in his eye-burning all-orange ensemble.

“Hiya!” Patton chirped, hiding his own discomfort. They were all intensely disliked by Orange, who seemed to blame them for Roman not being interested in sex or romance.

Orange sniffed. “Advisor Logos, the noble King would like to extend his congratulations on the tax reform that redirected many of the fees of our noblepeople to educational supplies.”

Logan nodded at him. “Thank you. I’m quite proud of that myself and am very glad it came to fruition. Was their anything else you required, Advisor Wrath?”

“What?!” Virgil and Patton shouted at the same time. They whipped their heads over to Orange.

“No. Good day.” With that, Orange - or rather, Advisor Wrath - left their room.

Virgil and Patton turned back to Logan, who was seemingly reading again.

“Dude what the fuck-”

“How the heck did you know?!”

Logan just raised an eyebrow while continuing to read. “I have a way of finding things out,” he said, looking up for a second to smirk at them before going back to his book.

Virgil and Patton decided to not test Logan’s abilities.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #aroace Roman Sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #Sanders sides fanfic #Sanders sides fanfiction #patton sanders #ts sides

[madphantom]

Some out of context quotes from my webseries ( @the-coffee-story ) because why not

"Does anyone here ever sleep?! I'm too gay for this kind of sleep schedule!"

"Actually I go by Welle and they these days, so if you're gonna kill me at least don't fucking misgender and deadname me!"

"Everyone's doing something and we're hanging around like idiots." "October's not doing anything." "Yeah, 'cause he was stabbed in the eye. Dipshit."

"I'm an idiot in progress, you can't expect me to know how you drive a car-"

"I'm not that easy to kill." "You faceplanted into a tree. At ninety miles per hour."

"Welle, you can't just feel guilty for someone else burning your house down." "I can." "But that doesn't mean you should."

"All in all you're taking your first homicide really well."

"Er... I'm sorry, but...are you a man or a woman?" "I'm a detective, I haven't slept in a week and I have a gruesome murder to solve, now if you would excuse me..."

"Do you live alone?" "The demons inside my head are enough company for me."

"Will you state the purpose of your visit?" "You don't think I just came over to see you?" "You consider me what you would call fucking creepy, Violet, no I don't think you'd just come over to drink tea with me."

"I was gonna say this may sound shady, but you have a showcase of human skulls in your living room and I'm not gonna be ridiculous here."

"We're all just seventeen...! We're not even grown-ups...!" "I committed my first murder when I was your age."

"Hey edgelord. Your value doesn't depend on being in a relationship. And don't you dare say the opposite to your aroace father figure here."

"Good morning to everyone except whoever put a brain in a jar in the fridge."

"The only one in this room who can look good with a moustache is me, Thasfield. You look like a mutated caterpillar crawled on your face and died. Anyone who sees you will assume you duct taped a piece of the latest murder victim's corpse on your face."

"You know, if this wasn't right after a funeral I'd punch you in the face."

"There's cleaner ways to cut it short, you know that, right?" "So far none of those appear to have worked." "Maybe you're so annoying even God doesn't want you?"

"Nobody expects the blind gay to empty their pockets. That's quite the advantage, actually."

"Let me check... hospitalized numerous times for suicide attempts, isn't that so? Doesn't make you particularly stable, if you ask me." "Technically the fact that I want to die should make me more of an expert on whether something is a suicide or not, shouldn't it?"

"You're a dirty little whore." "Bold words for someone with a gun against his head."

"Okay, you shot a cashier. Stealing, I get that, I'd let that one slide, but come on, she didn't hurt a fly." "She broke my nose!" "Are you a fly?"

"Trust me, in this household you can swear however the fuck you want." "Language, Balgair!" ".....as long as your grandmother doesn't hear you." "I heard that." "..... also her hearing is extraordinarily good."

"Okay, imagine the most beautiful person you've ever seen." "You." "Don't make me blush now."

"If you don't go to the hospital yourself I'll knock you out with a high heel and personally drag you there."

#personal post #the coffee story

[schrijverr]

Take the New Texas out of a boy

Jonny still carries a lot of internalized biases and prejudices against himself from growing up in New Texas, which wasn’t progressive. Aboard the Aurora he undergoes a journey of self-discovery in a safe space.

This started as ‘Ooh, wait! What if Jonny wears a corset’ and it somehow ended up as ‘Jonny deals with internalized homophobia, internalized misogyny and self esteem issues, figures out his gender expression, which finally leads to a Jonny centric polycule’ 

On AO3

Ships: Jonny/ Tim, Ashes, Marius and Brian, but the focus ismore focused on the frienship between Jonny & Ashes & Tim while he discovers himself

Wanrings: homophobia, internalized homophobia, internalized misogyny and self esteem issues. Tell me if I missed anything else!

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New Texas was many things, well that was not true, New Texas was barely anything at all really, but one of the things that it most certainly wasn’t, was progressive.

The backwater asteroid that claimed to be a planet with potential for life was nothing, but filled with rot and people who would never be more than the dust on their clothes and the smoke in their lungs, who would rather see you dead for being different.

Jonny had never fit in there.

He’d always known he was different, as cliché as that might seem. He wanted more than getting drunk in a casino, playing away his last bit of money so that he could forever be enslaved by the casino boss to become a killer for hire.

That wasn’t for him. He did it out of necessity, but it wasn’t the end goal. Once he would have enough, he would get out of there. He hadn’t figured out how or to where, but he would not rot between these people.

The first moment he’d realized that, was when Henry from the mill had been hung on top of his own propellers. He’d heard that they’d found out he’d tried to pay another man for services, if you knew what they were saying. Apparently it hadn’t gone over well with the other guy.

Jonny had seen the man hanging there, swaying in the wind and a fear had gripped his heart.

You see, just the day before Jonny had been trying to come up with a good way to tell Ronny that he thought he was pretty, well, pretty. He didn’t know why the other boy got his heart racing, but he did and Jonny, being a naive youngster, wanted to do something about it.

Henrys death had quickly discouraged him from that. He still wanted to hold Ronnys hand, but it wasn’t worth dying over and when he’d started to pay attention to his fathers drunken rambling afterwards, he knew who would be the first to do him in for that.

So, he resolved to get out of there to a place where he could hold Ronnys hand if he wanted to. He knew it was probably futile, but it was a dream he clung to when things got too hard.

His resolve strengthened after he sold his life to Jack and his famous casino.

Jacks casino was famous not only because it was the only one in town, but also because Jack had show girls. The only ones there were no other bar where you could see them, Jack made sure of that, they were good for business after all.

They would be decked out with feathers, fishnets, tiny slips and corsets all on high heels. And Jonny adored them. Whenever he would need to be in Jacks casino, whether it was to deliver something or to get new orders, he would stare dreamily at them dancing.

Most of the patrons made fun of him for being in love with the show girls and Jonny would tell them to piss off, pretending they knew the truth.

The real truth was that Jonny wasn’t in love with them. No, they couldn’t be further away from his type. He was, however, in love with their outfits.

He dreamed of how the fishnets would hug his legs and how the corset would make him delicate and how whoever saw him would be taken aback by his beauty like the men in the casino were with the show girls.

Jonny knew that was a futile dream.

He’d heard from many different mouths that he wasn’t really appealing to look at and he was also slowly resigning himself to being stuck on New Texas forever, the idea of getting away only further out of reach with each passing day.

But with the arrival of a Doctor that idea suddenly seemed so weird.

She took him with her, but with how she twisted him and made him into her puppet there wasn’t really time to explore his newfound freedom away from home.

He tried to fight against every new member, but it wasn’t enough. She never stopped until he got rid of her, not that he’ll ever admit it was him. And he could never forget her either.

By the time she was gone a status quo had arisen on board of the Aurora. Jonny had automatically situated himself in a position from where he could fight. He was the though one, the first one, the one who would take the blows. Effectively shutting himself off from any chance to be dainty or delicate.

His new friends were more accepting, though. Ashes was respected, no questions asked, Nastya was allowed to be herself with her girlfriend and any comment made by the others about hot people of the opposite gender, were barely even blinked at.

Jonnys heart felt lighter with that, although he would always catch himself before he could say something. The fear of a lifetime still deeply ingrained in his mind.

After a few centuries the others had picked up on it and Ashes had laughed: “Hey, Jonny, it’s not a crime to be straight. If you’re feeling too awkward to comment, ‘cause of us, feel free. Don’t worry. Marius is also allowed to make comments about girls as well as the blokes.”

“Uh, what? No- huh, I don’t- I’m not-” Jonny had cleverly responded, so taken aback by it.

“Oh that’s okay too, Jonny.” Tim had smiled at him and it wasn’t mentioned again.

Jonny was glad no one expected anything of him, even if he felt guilty about pretending to be someone he was not. But he’d done it his entire life, what were a few millennia more?

But then he got more comfortable over the course of time and after a while the lie weighed too heavily on him, so he’d awkwardly called together the crew. Most of them were raising his brow at him and when he’d struggled for a couple of minutes, Ashes said: “Just spit it out, man.”

He took a deep breath: “I’m not, uhm, I’m not aroace. I’m g- I’m gay…” he rushed to add: “I’m sorry I know I should’ve said it when you all assumed, but I just didn’t- I couldn’t and then it was too late and it was nice to not have expectations, but then I felt bad and I really did want to tell you, but it never seemed to be the time and-”

“Breathe, Jonny.” he got interrupted by Brian, “It’s alright.”

“Really?” Jonny asked, still a bit fearful.

“Yeah,” Tim smiled and cheered, “one of us!”

Ashes pushed him over and said: “Already was, dumbass.”

“I know, but I meant it as one of me and Brian, you know.” Tim agreed.

“We shouldn’t have assumed, god knows us of all people shouldn’t have and you shouldn't feel guilty about waiting until you were ready.” Brian told Jonny with a gentle smile.

Carefully Jonny smiled back and was promptly tackled into a hug from Marius and Raphaella, who had snuck up behind him. Laughing while taking him down to the ground.

After that life continued as normal. The first time Jonny had made a comment about a guy, he’d looked around with fear, only relaxing when Tim smirked: “Well spotted! You should go up to him.”

Jonny had frantically shaken his head. Just making the comment had been scary enough, the idea of actually putting himself out there with people he didn’t know was too much.

“Okay, no problem.” Tim assured him quickly, “Do you mind if I do?”

“No, go ahead.” Jonny had squeaked, watching as Tim chatted the guy up and moments later disappeared with a wink over his shoulder.

A bit of jealousy crept over Jonnys spine and he didn’t know what he was more jealous off. The fact that Tim would be getting laid or the fact that Tim had the confidence to walk up to someone like that while knowing he could get murdered for it.

They couldn't die, of course. Jonny knew that, but the fear was still there and he didn’t think his heart could take it, despite the strong metal it was made of.

As the years passed he got more comfortable, however, until he could flirt like he’d always wanted to when he watched men at the casino try to get a free drink from the bartender with the tiny low cut shirt and the red lipped smirk.

But while he was living one of his dreams, there still was another he kept hidden.

His mind often wondered back to the show girls with their corsets, especially when he saw a dolled up boy on a planet they were visiting or dancers, like back home, in a club. His fingers would itch to try for himself, but he couldn’t.

Jonny d’Ville was a macho man.

He liked violence and weapons, he swore like, well, like a sailor. He was masculine and tried to project that as much as possible. It was a defense, he knew it was, but he didn’t know how he could break that wall down.

Still, he allowed a wistful gaze to linger on display windows, but only after checking if no one could see.

It was doomed to fail, since everyone aboard the Aurora was much more observant than Jonny gave them credit for, so after years of catching Jonny staring out of the corner of his eye on a thousand different planets, Tim commented: “You can steal it if you like it, or buy it.”

Immediately Jonny stiffened, before snapping: “What are you on about, Tim? You think I fucking want that?”

“Well, why else would you be staring at them like they’re your star-crossed lover.” Tim rolled his eyes.

He didn’t see the shot coming, but he did hear and feel it as he collapsed to the ground, only coming to a bit later, slung over Brians shoulder with Jonny nowhere in sight. Tim knew better than to mention it again and life went on. Jonny pointedly never looking at the displays, no matter how much he wanted to.

But even if Tim never mentioned it, he did not let it go. He himself had always regretted never shooting his shot with Bertie and he used this life to never pass up again. Jonny deserved the same even if it was about something different.

So when they were planetside again, he went looking. It had to be something subtle, something believable.

At the end of the day he returned to the ship and loudly exclaimed: “Everyone gather around, here, here, come on.”

“What is it, Tim.” Ashes called out from the kitchen, where they were making themself a drink.

“I shoplifted a bunch of stuff, not really looking, just shoving shit in pockets, you know. I already filtered out what I liked, so now you can fight over the rest.” Tim explained.

“Bold of you to assume we like the same things.” Ashes replied.

“I just told you it was random, there could be stuff you like. And I have impeccable taste!” Tim defended himself.

The rest of the crew had gathered around the table where Tim had dumped a pile of stuff. Jonny was already rooting around in it and Tim waited until he had found it. Bingo, he thought when he saw Jonnys eyes light up as he pulled the gigantic belt from the pile.

He held it up to inspect it, it was brown leather a good 6 inches broad with a big golden buckle, exactly something Jonny would like and the others wouldn’t and it was something that could subtly function like a thing such as a corset, making a figure appear more feminine.

Ashes saw it and joked: “I don’t think that’s your size, Jonny.”

“Yes, it is. Fuck you.” Jonny shot them a glare.

The others were now looking as well and Marius commented: “Are you sure this was all random, Tim? That is too much Jonny to be coincidence.”

Jonnys glare now became suspicious as he turned to Tim. Tim held up his hands and said: “I swear, really. I probably took it because it was shiny.”

“Magpie.” Jonny teased.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Tim stuck out his tongue. Jonny did the same, before shoving the belt in his pocket for as much as that was possible and diving back into the pile.

Once the pile had disappeared into the hands of the crew, they set to drinking together.

The next day when all had awoken en slept off the hangover, Tim saw Jonny again. The First Mate was shooting at an octokitten, but that wasn’t important. What was important was that he was wearing the belt. It was a sitting around his waist, a bit higher than normal and it seemed like it had been pulled a hole too tight.

Tim smirked and congratulated himself on the success.

He then went to attack Jonny and save the octokitten from Jonnys violence, because even if he was sure that the critter had probably earned it, it didn’t deserve it.

After that the belt became every day attire for Jonny, so with that in mind Tim set to the next part of his plan. He again snuck off when they were on a planet, he thought Ashes was feeling the need to burn something and Nastya didn’t want that on her precious Aurora.

Coming back he again called everyone together and loudly proclaimed: “I robbed a jewelry store.”

“Since when are you such a thief? This is the second time already.” Marius asked him.

Tim shrugged: “There isn’t much else to do and I thought why not take it before it gets burned, you know. It’s a pity to let it go to waste.”

He looked back and saw Jonny poking the pile with a mixed expression on his face, like he wanted to take it, but wasn’t sure if that would be okay to do.

The others had already grabbed the few things they liked, so Tim decided it was fine before he said: “Just take them, Jonny. They’re going to be in the way otherwise and I’m sure your collection of useless shiny things is far from complete.”

Jonny looked like he was going to protest, before he deflated and grabbed all the leftover jewelry and grumbled: “It isn’t useless.”

Then it was playing the waiting game again.

It took a few weeks, but finally Jonny arrived with a few bracelets dangling around his wrist and a blush high on his face as he tried to hide them and cringed every time they clanked together.

Later he was wearing a chain around his neck and a while after that he’d filled up the holes Tim hadn’t realized were in his ears. He couldn’t know Jonny had pierced them himself just for this, of course.

Tim made sure to complement him each time he saw a piece of jewelry. The first few times Jonny had given him a wary look, but Tim had tried his best to look earnest and now he’d gotten to the point where Jonny would come up to him to show him the jewelry.

When that became normal, he waited a few more days, before laying down on the opposite couch and sighing: “I wish I could paint my nails.”

From the corner of his eyes he saw Jonny perk up, then the fake uninterested reply came: “Why can’t you?”

“I don’t wanna do it alone.” Tim pouted, “And Brian doesn’t have nails, not really, same goes for The Toy Soldier. Ashes, Ivy and Nastya don’t like me enough. I don’t trust Marius not to psychoanalyze me over it and Raphaella will turn it into some sort of experiment.”

After a beat of silence Jonny said: “You didn’t name me.”

And now came the important part. Tim sat up with a grin and concurred: “Exactly, I didn’t.”

Jonny seemed to realize what he was implying and shot up saying: “No, I’m not doing that. Don’t involve me in your dumb wishes.”

Mentally Tim rolled his eyes at Jonny, but externally he pouted: “Please, Jonny. I don’t wanna do it alone and you’re the only one who I can trust, please. I promise I’ll try my best. You can even pick a color.”

Jonny bit his lip while he thought about it. He didn’t have to think long, already having decided that this was too good of an opportunity to pass him by, and agreed: “Fine, but you so owe me after this.”

Tim cheered, before getting his stuff.

When he returned Jonny had slid off the couch and was sitting next to the small table waiting for him. He smiled at Jonny and put his nail polishes in a row, letting Jonny pick a color.

He picked black and Tim snorted. Getting defensive, Jonny snapped: “What?”

“Nothing, just expected that already.” Tim said, grabbing the silver bottle for himself and setting the rest aside.

Taking Jonnys hand, Jonny asked him: “Aren’t we doing your hands first?”

Tim shook his head: “No, you need to see how to do it first before I allow you to potentially fuck up my nails.”

“Hey, who says I’m gonna fuck it up.” Jonny exclaimed indignantly.

“Me, because you’re already not paying attention.” Tim told him.

Jonny snapped his gaze back to Tim, who had already started painting Jonnys nails. The First Mate had kept his hands still despite the protesting, something Tim found quite funny.

Soon Jonnys first coat was dry and it was his turn to try and paint Tims hands.

Tim had to fight to keep the smile at bay as he watched Jonnys brow furrow in concentration and his tongue poke out while he carefully painted Tims nails. They weren’t the best, but definitely good for a beginner. Tim told him that, not missing the small blush that appeared.

Tim was fully expecting the nail polish to be gone the next day, but to his surprise Jonny still had black nails during breakfast. Ashes saw them and commented: “Nice nails.”

Jonny froze for a second, then he replied: “Uh, thanks, Tim did them.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to do mine alone, so I roped Jonny into it. Look!” Tim inserted himself into the conversation and showed off his nails as well.

They got some more complements and Jonny relaxed further. The nail polished stayed on until it was completely chipped away.

Up until then, Tim had acted alone in gently forcing Jonny to explore his more feminine side, but for his next part he needed help. So he went to Raphaella.

“Oh, hi Tim! What can I do for you?” she asked, removing her science goggles and setting aside her flame thrower.

“I was just wondering if something was true and since you’re our Science Officer, I thought you would be the best person to ask.” Tim told her, watching her light up at the word ‘science’.

“What is it? What is it?” she asked excitedly.

“Well, you know how some of these planets have these stupid gender rules?” Tim asked.

Raphaella nodded and he went on: “So, I was wondering how much truth there was to the heel thing, because it doesn’t seem that hard to walk on heels, but they’re out there pretending it’s only women who can do it, but I don’t know how to test that.”

Clapping her hands excitedly, she said: “Oh, I know how we can test that. It won’t be a big sample size, but Nastya and Ivy have never walked on heels, so we could pit them against two of the boys. Hm, Brian wouldn’t be a good fit and Marius has one heavier side, so it would be you and Jonny. Oh, this is going to be fun!”

“Nice, I knew I could count on you, Raph.” Tim said, “So, what do we need?”

Tapping her chin Raphaella listed: “Heels in the right sizes, all the same height too, a course to walk and, of course, willing participants.”

“I do the heels and course, you the participants?” Tim asked.

“Sounds good.” Raphaella answered.

Tim got the right parts for the course and the heels, you don’t want to know how he knew which sizes he needed, but he got them pretty easily. It was Raphaella, who was having trouble with her part.

“No, I’m not walking on fucking heels, because you’re some weirdo with some sort of shit experiment.” Jonny seethed.

“Please, Jonny.” Raphaella asked again, “Nastya, Ivy and Tim already agreed and Ashes has already put up a betting pool.”

“They did what?” Jonny shrieked.

“A betting pool. Most money is on you going flat on your face within five steps.” Raphaella told him, let it be known that Raphaella could be manipulative and she wasn’t afraid to use Jonny competitive streak against him.

“Oh that absolute asshole.” Jonny groused, “Fine, I’ll do it. Tell Ashes I want money on me being the best.”

Raphaella smiled cheerily, before skipping away with an: “I will!”

The next day their time had come. The four of the were standing at the starting line, Raphaella had a clipboard in her hands and the rest was cheering them on or trash-talking them.

It was a simple course, walk 20 feet, go down 6 steps then zigzag between four cones.

They hadn’t been allowed to practice and had to put on the heels right at the start. It was alright just standing, but Tim dreaded having to walk. Jonny was so going to owe him so hard after he told him how much he’d done for the guy.

Speaking of Jonny, he glanced over to him. Jonny had a determined look on his face, but his gaze also flicker down from time to time always softening as he admired the sleek black heels with a look of wonder and a small smile.

The signal was given and they were off.

Nastya faired pretty well, she’d been royalty and a certain amount of grace had been needed for that, Ivy on the other hand was struggling. She loved to be with her books, usually walking around barefoot so that she could feel it when she’d accidentally stepped on one.

Tim also wasn’t doing much better, his arms had turned into propellers as he wobbled and shook, he was almost certain he would not be surviving the stairs.

Next to him, Jonny was actually doing very well. No one knew that the First Mate would walk around on this tip toes, pretending to have heels on just to know what it would feel like and the force of knowing that doing good would piss Ashes off kept him walking with a straight back and minimal amounts of stumbling.

In the end both Tim and Ivy fell down the steps. Ivy broke her neck and was out of the race and Tims heel had broken off, so he’d hopped the last part.

Nastya and Jonny finished around the same time, both collapsing on the couch when they were done. Nastya immediately kicked off her heels, but Jonny kept them on, throwing his feet on the table to turn back and laugh at Tim.

Once everyone was alive and well. Raphaella came with the verdict: “It seems like gender rules around heels are baseless according to our findings here, of course, if we really wanted more concrete answers we would need to do a bigger experiment with more people, but we since we can’t really do that this will have to do.”

“Was that what this was about?” Ashes asked, “We all already knew that gender rules were stupid, no need to fucking test that.”

“It was more curiosity and personal amusement, although that didn’t really work in my favor.” Tim told them.

He got an eyeroll from them, but they seemed to find his answer acceptable. They instead turned to Jonny and asked: “Are they glued to your feet or something?”

Jonny cracked open and eyes and looked down, blushing when they saw the heels and quickly saying: “Oh, I totally forgot.”

He was about to pull them off, when Tim said: “I bet my caliber 14 laser rifle you can’t function an entire day in heels.”

His hands stilling, Jonny gave him a look and asked: “What if I loose?”

“If you loose I want the goggles you stole from Hermes, don’t lie and say you don’t have them.” Tim answered, demanding something with high enough stakes that Jonny wouldn’t call bluff, but not high enough he wouldn’t take it.

“Deal.” Jonny said, hands retreating.

“I bet he gives up after an hour.” Marius called out.

“Yeah, me too.” Nastya agreed.

“Hm, I think he can make it through the day.” Ivy mused and Brian agreed: “Yeah, I also believe he can do it.”

Ashes got up and grinned: “Wait, I’ll write the bets down.”

Tim rolled his eyes, nothing to get the crew moving than a few bets. It didn’t matter that most stuff was practically shared and that they never spend money, instead robbing stores if they wanted something.

After a while the excitement had died down and it was just Tim and Jonny together. Tim needed to keep an eye on Jonny to see if he didn’t cheat after all.

“You can’t just sit there and look at your feet the entire day, that’s also cheating.” Tim broke the silence.

Jonnys head snapped up from where he was admiring at the heels. He covered up the fact that he got startled when Tim had called him out, by crossing his arms and huffing: “That was never specified.”

“Yes, it was. You needed to function in heels and I know you’ve never just sat around for an entire day.” Tim said.

“Why do you even care so much?” Jonny asked.

“I want the goggles.” Tim said with a tone like Jonny was stupid.

Jonny frowned, but didn’t meet his eyes as he repeated: “No, I mean about all this. Why do you care so much?”

Had Tim been caught? Had Jonny realized? He decided to play dumb and asked: “I’m sorry, I don’t follow?”

“I mean about all this, about me doing all the, you know, girly stuff.” he whispered the last part as if he was afraid that if he said it louder the words would explode.

Okay, so he had caught on to what Tim was doing and Tim needed to make sure Jonny did hate him after all this. Fuck. He was never good at that sort of thing, he’d hoped Jonny would never find out until he was completely comfortable, but no such luck.

So he thought carefully about his answer, then replied: “It seemed like it was something you wanted, but you didn’t do, so I don’t know, I thought I would help, sorry.”

“No, no sorry, just why would you do that? Don’t you think that it’s weird?” Jonny asked him.

“No, I don’t think it’s weird.” Tim told him, “Why do you think it’s weird? It’s just clothes, no one here aboard cares if you want to wear something that makes you happy. You heard Ashes, gender rules are stupid.”

“Who said it made me happy.” Jonny pouted.

“You’re ignoring the question, Jonny. Besides, I have good vision, surprisingly enough, I see how you get when I convince you to do something more girly.” he used Jonnys word, thinking that feminine might not go over well.

Jonny moped for a bit and said: “I don’t think it’s weird.”

Tim sighed: “Jonny, you just asked me if I thought it was weird and something is obviously stopping you from doing it. If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine, but you don’t get to lie and say that something isn’t stopping you.”

It was quiet for a few seconds after that, it seemed Jonny was building up the courage to tell Tim something, so Tim waited patiently until the other was ready. Taking a deep breath, Jonny said: “I saw Henry hanging, when I was little.”

“Who’s Henry?” Tim asked, confused and not expecting that answer.

“Just a guy in my town, tried to pay another guy to have sex with him, so they hung him on his own windmill. Threw away all the bread that was made with his flour too and left him hanging there until he fell.” Jonny told him, “I saw him. I think I was ‘round twelve.”

Tim suddenly remembered how scared Jonny had been to admit he liked guys, how they even thought he might be straight at one point, because he had hidden it so well. It was crazy to see how much he’d grown since then.

“That must’ve been terrible.” Tim replied, unsure how else to react.

Jonny shrugged: “Wasn’t the first body, but it did leave an expression. I think what was shittier was how my dad talked about him afterwards, you know.”

“I can see how something like that would stop you from ever trying something that wasn’t considered safe,” Tim told him, choosing his words as carefully as he’d chosen his steps I a minefield “but we all aren’t your father, Jonny. The Aurora is not New Texas. You don’t have to hide here, if you want to walk around in high heels and a skirt with bright red lips and corset then you do that.”

“Everyone will think it’s weird if I suddenly did that. They’ll think it’s a joke and laugh at me.” Jonny was close to tears at this point.

“No, they won’t. I’ll make sure of that.” Tim said, putting a arm around Jonnys shoulders in a comforting manner, allowing the First Mate to lean into him.

“Why are you so nice about this? To me?” Jonny mumbled.

Tim let out a breath and decided that Jonny deserved some honesty in return. So he said: “I loved Bertie, you know, never told him that, but I loved them. When he died, and then I died, I regretted it, but I’ve gotten a new chance at life. I promised myself to never miss an opportunity again, you also deserve to do the things you never dared when you were mortal, Jonny.”

“I’m sorry about Bertie.” Jonny told him.

“It’s alright, I made peace with it, well, sort of.” Tim replied.

After that they fell quiet for a few minutes, just sitting with their sides pressed together. Jonny broke it: “You really think they won’t laugh?”

“Of course not. No one laughs at Ashes either, do they?” Tim said.

“That’s different, they fall in between, I’m still a man. They probably think I’m making fun of them and kill me for it, I would deserve it too.” Jonny retorted.

“It is different, but that doesn’t mean what you’re doing is bad. Everyone expresses themselves in different ways, I do it with painting my nails and braiding my hair or with my goggles and you do it your own way.” Tim said.

“I’ll think about it.” Jonny finally decided.

It was the best Tim could hope for. It was also clear that Jonny wanted the conversation about this to end, so Tim nodded: “Alright, now get up and help me sort the armory.”

“Why?” Jonny asked.

“You need to function on those bad boys and I want those goggles really bad, so walking it is.” Tim replied with a grin, “Chop, chop, we don’t have all day.”

Jonny rolled his eyes, but he seemed better as he pushed himself off the couch and slowly followed after Tim.

By the time the day was over, Jonny was richer and the proud owner of a caliber 14 laser rifle. He also was pretty good in walking on heels, although his feet hurt like a bitch and he complained about it the entire night.

After his conversation with Jonny, Tim tried not to push him any further. He had done his part and now it was up to Jonny to see what he would do with the things Tim had told him.

He still kept a close eye on the First Mate and was glad to see that Jonny still wore the jewelry and the belt, he also noted that his eyeliner had become a bit more elegant.

A few weeks, later Jonny also shyly asked Tim to paint his nails again, so Tim didn’t worry about Jonny spiraling into the wrong direction.

The heels didn’t come back though, but when Tim left his ones by Raphaella in the lab, he saw that one pair was missing.

They had been planetside a few times after that when Tim noticed something one day.

Jonny didn’t have a terrible posture, but he never stood up that straight, his belt was also a bit tighter, so Tim said: “There is something different about you today, can’t pinpoint it.”

His eyes widened and he blushed. He quickly looked around to see if anyone else was there, before he lifted his shirt and showed Tim the corset underneath. He said: “It’s just for me, I just wanted to know what it was like.”

Tim smiled and said: “Well, you look great.”

“Thank you.” Jonny returned the smile.

“Wanna race to the kitchen? I heard Marius was baking today. Loser gets shot, winner dibs?” Tim asked.

“Sure.” and Jonny was already sprinting, a bit more out of breath at the end, but otherwise just business as usual.

It didn’t happen every day and it wasn’t all that noticeable, but Tim could see when Jonny would be wearing the corset. He also got a few more flow-y white blouses and boots with a thicker heel than he normally had.

Months went by like that until one night Tim got awoken by a knock on his door. Grumpily he opened and squinted against the light with a harsh: “What?”

“Uh, sorry, I forgotten how early it was.” came Jonnys voice.

“Is there a reason for waking me?” Tim asked, still waking up, but a bit less grumpy with Jonny there.

“I need you to help me.” Jonny told him.

“Help you with what, Jonny? I don’t have the brainpower for your dancing around what you want me to do.” Tim rubbed his eyes.

Jonny dawdled for a second, then he softly said: “I wanna wear this outfit, but I don’t want anyone to laugh at me, but I also don’t wanna talk to them about it and I hoped you might help, but if you don’t that’s okay, sorry for waking you. That was dumb, sorry. I hadn’t thought about it and now it’s too-”

“Jonny, shut up.” Tim recognized the anxious rambling from when Jonny had come out to them and ended it as soon as possible, “I’ll help.”

“Uh, oh, thank you.” Jonny stammered.

“No, problem, now go back to bed.” Tim said, closing the door again.

He made sure to be up before Jonny and went to the common area near the kitchen. Everyone except Jonny was already there, which was good, so he cleared his throat and said: “People, quick little thing.”

“What is it, Tim?” Ivy asked.

“Jonny is going to come in with an outfit that you’re maybe not used to and everyone is going to be nice about, okay. I know you all like to tease, but not today.” he gave them all an intent looks until he was sure that all would listen.

“Of course.” Brian said.

“How is it differently then?” Ashes asked, “I’m not going to do anything, just curious.”

“Haven’t seen it, he just asked me to tell you.” Tim shrugged.

“Why you?” Nastya asked.

“Me and Jonny are friends.” Tim pouted, a bit offended at the suggestion that they weren’t, “We talk.”

Then the door creaked open and Jonny poked his head around the corner, before walking in. He had his black leather boots with the small heel on, a pair of tighter gray-brown pants that pleated out at the top, tucked in the pants was a papyrus colored corset, one of his white flow-y blouses coming from the top. He also had a few golden bracelets around his wrist, dangle-y earrings and two belts hung loosely around his hips.

He looked at the floor for a second, before he met their eyes and softly waved a: “Hi.”

Tim smiled and said: “Look at you! You look great, Jonny.”

The others realized what Jonny had been so afraid off and all fell over themselves to tell Jonny how much they liked his outfit and how well it suited him.

Slowly Jonny lost the tension and bashfulness he’d showed up with and by the end of breakfast he was roughhousing and yelling like normal and he’d already shot Ashes for finding out they’d cheated during their card game yesterday, like he hadn’t had a stack of cards up his sleeve the entire time as well.

They were about to bring away the dishes, when Jonny coughed and in an uncharacteristically vulnerable voice he said: “Uhm, thank you for not being assholes about it.”

“Why would we be, Jonny?” Brian asked, “It’s just clothes and you look good, comfortable. We wouldn’t be assholes about it.”

Jonny looked helplessly at Tim, who nodded and explained: “New Texas was a shit place, definitely not the best planet to grow up on if you’re someone like Jonny, or any of us for that matter.”

Understanding came over the others as they nodded with sympathetic expressions. Ashes slung an arm over Jonnys shoulders and said: “Well, fuck them anyway. You’re better than that.”

Grinning at them, Jonny agreed with a cheer: “Fuck yeah.”

Over the course of the next few weeks Jonnys outfits became more feminine. He still wore other stuff from time to time, but he seemed happier in the new outfits he wore, less like something was weighing on him. No one had seen the invisible weight until it was gone.

When they landed on a planet, Ashes loaded a gun and told Jonny: “We’re robbing some clothing stores, grab Tim since you’re so attached to him and come along.”

“What?” Jonny asked.

“We’re getting you more nice clothes, come on.” Ashes repeated, then they called out: “Tim!”

Tim poked his head around the corner: “What?”

“We’re robbing stores for nice clothes for Jonny, wanna come?” Ashes asked him.

“Heck yeah.” Tim yelled, running to join them.

“You don’t- I don’t- it’s not-” Jonny was stammering.

“Don’t be daft, Jonny.” Ashes told him, “You look nice and happy, you deserve more of those clothes. I know some of them got ruined with the blood and the bullet holes, so you need more. We’re getting them, no complaining.”

“Why are you doing this for me?” Jonny was utterly confused.

Ashes gave him a smile and said: “I know how nice it is to have clothes that make you happy inside, now come.”

With that Jonny shut up and let them and Tim drag him along to the giant shopping center the planet had.

At first Jonny was hesitant about grabbing stuff. His eyes lingered on delicate necklaces, some socks with bows and even a dark blue skirt with a copper cog pattern on it, but he didn’t dare to touch them. So Ashes just ripped them of the rack and sternly stated: “You better start grabbing things, d’Ville.”

And so Jonny did, he started taking things from the racks. He got fishnets, heels, dresses, skirts, a few pants, dungarees, jewelry, makeup and hairpieces.

He still had a blush on his face throughout the whole thing and he didn’t make eye contact with Ashes or Tim, instead wordlessly handing them the clothes, but at least he was taking stuff he wanted.

It was all going well until Jonny stilled in front of a display and gaped at the feather fans, boas and hip pieces.

He swallowed heavily and stared, not noticing how Ashes and Tim gave him questioning looks and tried to get his attention. After a while of ignoring them, Tim put his hand on Jonnys shoulder and asked: “Jonny?”

Jonny snapped his head around and mumbled: “What? Oh, uh, nothing. I’m fine.”

His eyes drifted back to the display, ignoring Tim once more. So Tim spoke up again: “Want to get the feathers?”

“Oh, no, it’ll be impractical and they’ll get ruined and, you know, it’s stupid. Feathers don’t really fit with the whole aesthetic we got going on either, no matter how pretty they are.” he tapered off at the end, voice getting dreamy.

“We can make feathers steampunk.” Ashes told him.

Jonny bit his lip and looked at the display once more. If he had been hesitant about everything else, that couldn’t match up with how he was hesitating now. He shook his head softly and murmured to himself: “It wouldn’t be the same.”

“Why wouldn’t it be the same?” Tim asked.

Startling a bit, Jonny said: “Oh, it’s weird and doesn’t matter. Never mind.”

“We’ve been over this before, Jonny, spit it out.” Tim pushed him fondly.

“It’s just, this going to sound weird, but back home, back on New Texas, Jack he had- Well, you see he had these show girls in the casino.” Jonnys cheeks were burning as he explained, “They danced with feathers and all dolled up and stuff. I always- I, uh, I always wondered what it would be like to- to, you know, to be one of them.”

His voice was barely a whisper at the end and he buried his face in his hands as he whined: “See, it’s weird and embarrassing.”

Ashes lit up and said: “Jonny, we’re making you the prettiest show girl there is.”

“What?” Jonny squeaked.

“Oh, come on, this is what it’s been building up to, isn’t it.” Ashes said, “It’ll be fun, besides I have nothing against you walking around looking like a hot show girl, it’ll be just as good for me as it is for you.”

“I agree, I think it would be amazing to see you walk around like a cute show girl.” Tim agreed.

It looked like Jonnys head was going to explode from the heat on Jonnys cheeks as he scream-whispered: “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” Ashes said nonchalantly, “Now, go pick out some show girl outfits.”

They pushed him into the store and Jonny didn’t fight. This was it, a dream he’d had since he was fifteen. He walked through the store like it was holy ground and he touched all the pieces with reverence.

Tim and Ashes made themselves comfortable on the couch, setting down the enormous amounts of bags they had acquired throughout the day.

They didn’t get to see the outfits Jonny tried out, but he returned an hour later with five more bags and a small smile on his face. He said: “I think I have enough clothes now.”

Returning the smile, Tim said: “That’s nice, wanna go back?”

Jonny nodded and took some of the bags from them. The way back to the Aurora was silent, but comfortable. They took the bags to Jonny room, but before they could leave Jonny stopped them and said: “Uh, thank you, this means a lot.”

“No problem, Jonny.” Tim told him.

“Nah, did it with love.” Ashes winked.

Throughout time they saw more and more pieces they’d helped Jonny pick out and he looked very happy with his new stuff, and after the others had realized how he’d gotten the new outfits and accessories, they also started to leave little gifts for him, making him smile and blush every time he opened them.

Overall he still acted the same, except now he just kicked Marius in the nuts with a twirl of his skirt instead the swoosh of his vest, but they never saw the show girl pieces.

Not that they were going to ask about them either, from what Jonny had said it was clear the outfits were personal, but that didn’t stop them from talking about them.

“I just wonder what he looks like, you know.” Tim slurred, one night when it was just the two of them, draped over the couch with too much alcohol in their systems.

“You’re right, he’d probably have heels and like, ugh, legs.” Ashes tried to get their point across.

Tim understood them perfectly: “Yes! Legs. Oh, and waist. Yeahh.”

Ashes groaned: “We’re so fucked for the dude, aren’t we.”

“Yeah, we are.” Tim slid further down dramatically, “At least he’s pretty. And I think most of the crew is fucked at this point as well. Especially Brian and Marius.”

Agreeing Ashes took another swig, then they toasted: “To Jonnys legs and waist.”

Tim grinned and raised his bottle as well and echoed: “To Jonnys legs and waist.”

Unbeknown to them, it wasn’t just the two of them at all. Jonny had been on his way to join them again, finding that he couldn’t sleep, so drinking was a better option. He had stilled just outside the door to listen when he had heard the conversation.

After the toast the two fell asleep on the couch and Jonny backed away. His head was spinning with the blood that had rushed to it and the information that swirled around in his brain.

He’d put on some of the outfits before, a few times already, just in his bedroom. He’d looked at himself in front of the mirror inspecting every angle with a happy bubble floating in his chest. He liked looking like that, he liked feeling pretty, but the fear of looking stupid or being laughed at or killed had stopped him.

It didn’t matter that the others hadn’t killed him or laughed at him before for his outfits and told him it was okay, this was so much further than those things and he didn’t think he could emotionally survive it if they decided that it was too weird.

But now here were Ashes and Tim, toasting to the idea in that outfit. They liked it, despite the fact that they’d never seen it. That did funny things to him.

He didn’t fall asleep that night, instead he laid in his bed and replayed the conversation over and over in his head until he had analyzed it in a 100 different ways. He wanted advise about it, but the only people he trusted for advise about all this were Ashes and Tim, so he just tossed and turned instead.

The conversation he’d overheard played heavy on his mind the next day and it seemed the others picked up on it, because Tim cornered him and asked: “Hey, Jonny, are you okay? You look like something’s bothering you.”

On one hand Jonny didn’t want to admit what he had heard, but on the other he desperately wanted to know what they had meant with it all and what he was supposed to do with it.

He bit his lip then said: “I, uhm, I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t sleep and I knew you and Ashes were still awake, so I thought I’d come back, but then I heard you talking and it, uh, it was about me so I, I listened.”

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, Jonny.” Tim said mortified, “We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable at all. Sorry that you had to hear that. God that’s so embarrassing, sorry, really.”

“It’s okay, I just don’t get it.” Jonny replied.

“What?” Tim said.

“I don’t get it.” Jonny repeated.

“What don’t you get, Jonny, I’m still not a mindreader.” Tim told him gently.

Jonny bunched the fabric of his skirt, the dark blue one with the copper cog design, as a nervous habit and confessed: “Why you like the idea so much. For me it’s about liking myself and feeling pretty like the show girls, but I’m not them and I look dumb in it, honestly, so why would you two like it so much?”

“Did you ever think about the fact that we might think you look pretty in the clothes, Jonny?” Tim asked him.

“But I’m not pretty, I know I’m not.” Jonny exploded a bit, “I’m short and stocky with wild hair that never sits the way I want it, I’m a maniac and you can see that in my eyes. That’s not pretty, Tim, don’t tell me that it is.”

“Oh, Jonny.” Tim sighed and pulled him into a hug.

He kissed the top of Jonnys head and said: “Me and Ashes seem to disagree with you. We think you’re very pretty. You never see how lively you look when you’re beating Raphaella to a pulp after she’s pissed you off or how excited you get when someone gets you a little gift. You look very pretty then, there’s a reason the crew keeps giving you them.”

“But they don’t me-”

“Shush, Jonny, let me talk.” Tim ignored the interruption, “You can’t see everything in a mirror, dear. You’re very pretty, especially when you’re happy or violent. I loathe to think, you dislike yourself. We like the idea of you in those clothes, because to us you’re very pretty, beautiful even, and we think those clothes would accentuate that beauty even more.”

Jonny was quiet. He stood there in Tims arms and let the words wash over them. He’d never thought of himself as pretty or beautiful, the clothes made him feel like that, but there was always a voice in his head that told him it wasn’t true.

He swallowed thickly as he tried to get his emotions under control. He didn’t succeed only managing: “You called me dear.”

Like he was burned Tim let go and apologized again: “Sorry, Jonny, sorry, I let it slip out that was uncalled for.”

Jonny blushed and said: “I liked it.”

“You did?” Tim asked, not believing his ears.

“Uh, yeah, it’s nice?” Jonny replied uncertain.

“Oh, can I- can I keep doing it?”

“Please.”

Tim smiled and said: “Well, then, dear, I just want to say you’re very pretty, beautiful, just absolutely gorgeous and if you want to you can wear those pretty clothes and feel pretty, but you don’t have to, I just want to tell you that none of us would mind.”

“They’re a bit extravagant and impractical.” Jonny argued, unable to handle the complement and therefore ignoring it.

“Well, I’m sure that your task around this ship is nothing more than sit and look pretty, which you are very successful at.” Tim teased with a smirk.

Jonny spluttered a bit not able to come up with a good reply.

“Just think about, okay. Just like last time. I’ll be here.” Tim assured him gently.

Still not in control enough to speak Jonny nodded and hugged him again, giving him a small peck on the cheek, before hurrying down the hall, the click of his heels echoing behind him.

Once he’d disappeared Tim slid down the wall and touched his cheek, then he softly, but passionately whispered to himself: “Fuck.”

Before getting up to find Ashes, because they needed to know what had happened. He needed to be able to tell someone and he couldn't think of anyone better to vent to about this particular subject than Ashes.

Except maybe Brian and Marius, he knew those two were staring at Jonny and not all that subtly if he might add, but he and Ashes were the only ones that knew about the show girl outfits and it would feel like a break of trust towards Jonny to tell someone else.

After he’d told Ashes everything they decided that it was completely unacceptable that Jonny didn’t think he was pretty, so they decided to dial up the complements, leaving Jonny flustered. They also gave him the nickname darlin’.

With Tim and Ashes both calling Jonny a pet name of sorts the two others had decided that it was now law. So, Brian called him sweetheart and Marius addressed him as princess. Only The Toy Solider and the wlw aboard the Aurora referred to Jonny by his name.

At first Jonny had squeaked and hid when he was spoken to with a pet name, but now he only flushed a bright red.

It was during dinner when Jonny, with too much nonchalance to be normal, asked: “Is there anything unusual happening tomorrow?”

“Not as far as I’m aware, princess.” Marius said, “How so?”

“Oh, uh, nothing in particular, I wanted to wear this outfit, but it’s a bit impractical, so if there was going to be a lot of action I’m not going to put it on.” Jonny tried a laid back tone, but the thrumming nervousness was still clear.

Tim and Ashes visibly perked up at his confession and Jonny moped: “Okay, calm down. You caught me, I wanna wear one of the outfits, you happy?”

“What outfits, sweetheart?” Brian asked, very interested.

Jonny then realized that only Tim and Ashes knew what he had meant and that he was now going to have to explain it to everyone there what he had been referencing. He gestured vaguely and mumbled: “Oh, you know, uhm, an outfit with, uhm, feathers ‘n stuff...”

He trailed off at the end and ducked into himself, Tim made a questioning noise and Jonny gave him a nod, so Tim said: “Jonny has a very pretty outfit that Ashes and I haven’t seen either. It’s like a show girl. They used to have them back on New Texas, it’s where all this started.”

As red as a cherry, Jonny nodded and mumbled: “It’s just stupid, but it’s fun? It’s not special or anything.”

“Of course it’s special, darlin’.” Ashes exclaimed, “And it’s not stupid, you’re going to look gorgeous in it and if I’m honest I will be looking forward to tomorrow if that’s in store.”

“Ahw, princess, it’ll be nice, getting all dolled up for us.” Marius smiled.

“But it’s so extra. You know what I’m not doing it, it’ll be dumb, serves no purpose. It’ll be weird.” Jonny was already back paddling.

“Dear, no.” Tim said, “It doesn’t have to serve a purpose, do you think I need these goggles for my job? Or Brian and Marius those hats? Or The Toy Soldier that uniform? Of course not. It’s all extra things that make us happy. You wear that outfit if you want to.”

“Alright.” Jonny gave in, making them all smile, “But now it’s blown out of proportion, it’s really not that special.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Brian told him.

The rest of the dinner passed quietly, Jonny hightailing out of there as soon as he was done, not meeting anyones eyes. When he was gone Nastya groaned: “You’re all being disgusting, you know that right?”

“Like you and Aurora didn’t annoy us for centuries.” Tim rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s cute.” Raphaella smiled, “Jonny seems happy, don’t you agree, Nastya?”

Nastya was silent for a beat, then she threw her hands up and said: “Fine, I guess, he is and that’s good. He deserves it after everything, but that doesn’t mean I want it rubbed in my face, he’s like my brother and it’s weird.”

“I recall one time you told him, you quote ‘fuck the ship’, so I think he’s earned a bit of retribution.” Ivy reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Nastya dropped the subject.

After that they all went their separate ways as they thought of what tomorrow would bring, hopefully Jonny confidant in a show girl outfit, but who’s to say. If he backed out, he would and they couldn’t fault him for that.

The next morning, Jonny was standing in front of the mirror inspecting himself. He’d put on his favourite of the outfits, even some makeup to match, but he wasn’t sure.

Yes, the others had liked the idea, but what id he couldn’t live up to it? Or what if they had the wrong idea and when they saw him they would laugh at him? He could still back out, but that would disappoint them and he didn’t want to do that either.

He sighed and twirled again.

In the end it was the Aurora, who made the decision for him. A panel appeared with the message: The others are getting worried, if you’re not there in ten minutes I am 99% sure they’re going to look for you.

Ten minutes, that wasn’t enough time to get this all off and the last thing he wanted was for them to find him half dressed as he hurried to get undressed. He just had to take the plunge and hope they really did like it.

Tim had barely stood up to look for Jonny, when the sound of heels clicking at a fast pace called their attention to the door. A bit winded Jonny stopped in the doorway and breathed heavily as he apologized: “Sorry, lost the time.”

Four mouths hung agape as they stared at their First Mate.

The corset was a light pink that was dripping in pink rhinestones and lace. It was pulled tight to make his waist a few inches thinner. The hip pieces were a combination of feathers in the same pink and white, accentuating the hourglass figure the corset was giving him.

Underneath, he wore sheer white stockings with white lace on top and matching pink heels.

Around his fingers he had a few silver rings and rings with pearls. He also wore velvet pink gloves that went up to his elbow and he had a huge fan made from white feathers in his right hand.

To top it all off, he had put on a light shiny eyeshadow that sparkled along with pink lipstick and sharp eyeliner. On his head rested a silver headpiece, which also had pearls to make it all complete.

Once he noticed them all staring, he realized what outfit he was wearing and promptly hid his face behind the fan.

With the movement Tim came back online and he said with wonder: “Fuck, how are you so unbelievably pretty, dear.”

Jonny peaked out from behind the fan and slowly made his way over to the seat under the scrutiny of everyone else.

Since the others were still processing and Jonny was clearly still a bit uncomfortable with the lack of reaction from most, Nastya sighed and said: “I have to admit, Jonny, I didn’t think you could clean up so well.”

The complement wasn’t as laden with affection nor filled with words his mind couldn’t wrap around, so Jonny shot her a smile and did a little bow as he said: “Thank you, I tried.”

That got the others to function as well and they all told Jonny how nice and pretty he looked. Nastya rolled her eyes at the mushiness, but she couldn't be mad at them for making that smile appear on Jonnys face, not really.

After breakfast Ivy left on her own, while Nastya guided Raphaella and The Toy Soldier away to give the five of them some privacy.

Brian had meanwhile walked up to Jonny and offered a hand. He asked: “Can I have a dance, sweetheart?”

Jonny had never been more grateful for the fan, it really was perfect to hide his blush behind as he accepted the hand and allowed Brian to twirl him around.

He made him spin till their arms were stretched and then Jonny was taken over by Tim, who dipped him before swaying him from side to side, holding him so that he could hide his face in the crook on his neck.

He was then offered to Marius, who made him dance to a faster silent tune, putting his hands on his waist as they spun around the room with quick steps. Marius ended their little dance by picking him up and depositing him in Ashes arms.

Ashes held him for a second, before they carefully set him down on his feet and pulled him into a proper waltz. Jonny couldn't for the life think of where they would’ve picked that up, but this was Ashes and Ashes was full off surprises so he just let it be a delightful surprise.

After the impromptu dance session he was settled on the couch, smile high on his cheeks. They all settled down around him and with a happy sigh he stated: “I don’t know why you’re all so nice to me, but thank you.”

“Because we like you, dear.” Tim informed him.

With wide eyes Jonny looked as they all nodded with a smile. He then frowned and asked: “Really? All of you?”

“We tried to make it obvious, darlin’.” Ashes told him.

Apologetically Brian added: “We didn’t mean to spring it on you like this, sweetheart, and we want to assure you that it is completely fine if you don’t like us back.”

“Oh, no, I do, I just-” Jonny squirmed in his seat, before the word dam broke: “It would be cheating or something wouldn't it? I mean, it’s selfish and weird if I love all of you and I don’t want to make you feel bad or pick one of you or something, you’re all too nice for that and, oh, what would the others say or maybe I’m not- I’m not what you all assume and then you want to leave me or-”

“Dear.” Tim tried to cut him of, “Dear, stop, please. For us?”

Jonny stopped and gasped for air, fiddling with the fan as he vibrated in his seat with anxiety.

“It’s not selfish or weird.” Tim told him, “You just have a big heart, dear, and that just makes us love you more, okay. We’re also not going to make you pick, we don’t mind sharing, really, if you’re willing to love all of us, we would only be honored.”

“And Nastya already gave us as much of a blessing we’re going to get out of her.” Ashes said, “So don’t go breaking your pretty little head about that, darlin’.”

“You don’t have to give us an answer now, princess, take your time.” Marius assured him when Jonny stayed silent for a few moments.

“No, it’s- just processing.” Jonny said with a chocked off voice.

“Would it help if we hugged you?” Tim asked.

The nod Jonny gave was small, you would’ve missed it, if you weren’t paying attention. Luckily they all were paying very close attention, so they quickly gathered him up in their arms, until Jonny was sideways in Ashes lap with his feet thrown over Marius lap, while Tim hugged him from behind and Brian from the side.

They sat like that for a while, until Jonny broke the silence: “I, I do really love you all and I’d be, I’d be honored to call you all my partners, but I’m no good at that and I can’t promise you that I can be what you want me to be.”

“We just want you to be you, sweetheart.” Brian petted his hair softly.

“Yes, you say that now, but…” Jonny replied.

“And we’ll see how it goes, we just need to talk a bit together and see where everyone stands.” Marius said, “But we’ll figure it out. You won’t disappoint us, trust us.”

“But we can talk about all that later.” Ashes lifted the quiet, serious mood, “Because we really haven’t talked enough about how breathtakingly beautiful you look today, darlin’.”

With the temporary breather, everyone relaxed as they again lavished Jonny in complements and praises, this time also softly giving him pecks and hugging him close while they praised him. Until Jonny was flushed entirely red and beaming with pride, practically emitting a happy glow.

He was happy, they were happy and they had an eternity to be happy together.

New Texas was not a lot of things, but it was a shit place to grow up in if you’re someone as special and beautiful as Jonny d’Ville. However, if you managed to take the New Texas out of the boy, you were left with someone amazing.

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I know I normally only do A/Ns with AO3, but I thought these were too important for that: 

All sexualities and stuff are headcanons, not a reflection of the band members or the characters if they see it differently.

Also, aroace people are queer and 100% valid and I will fight whoever says differently, (just in case that wasn’t clear, I love you all, be proud!)

Clothes are for every gender, fuck anyone who tells you otherwise, you can come to me and I will make sure their kneecaps are gone if they harass you.

In my mind this was just Jonnys gender expression/presentation not identity. For me, he wanted to be part of that world of glamor and attention, so here he still identifies as male with he/him pronouns, but if you want to think this is pre-exploration that will make him later realize he’s trans or non binary or any other gender, feel free! It’s up to your interpretation!

Although most the polycule ID’s as gay that does not mean Ashes isn’t the proud enby that they are, exceptions can be made and if the person is alright with their partner ID’ing as gay despite being with them then that’s their choice, as long as communication is there. It depends on the situation.

I didn’t really include the discussion of boundaries between them, because I am not in that sort of relationship, so I don’t think I would be able to write it down properly and I wouldn’t want to do the beautiful poly community a disservice :D

#RR writing #trigger warning #tw: homophobia #tw: internalized homophobia #tw: internalized misogyny #tw: self esteem issues #the mechs #the mechanisms #jonny d'ville #ashes o'reilly #gunpowder tim #drumbot brian #marius von raum #raphaella la cognizi #nastya rasputina #ivy alexandria #the toy soldier #aurora

[firelxdykatara]

If Zutara were to canon,who will be their children?

I love thinking about Zuko and Katara’s family. I’m sure every shipper’s list of zutara kids differs somewhat, but I actually have a family tree drawn out so I could figure out who the Gaang kids and grandkids are and what their relationships are for my (eventual) LoK rewrite.

(This got… longer than I was expecting. I have a lot of thoughts ok ;~;)

Izumi is their oldest. She takes most after her father, with black hair, golden eyes and his sharp features (as well as being a firebender), though her skin is several shades darker (I never liked how, in canon, literally anyone else on the planet could’ve been Tenzin’s mom, partly because he was just as pale as Aang), and she grew up preferring to wear her hair in Water Tribe styles, which continued even after she was crowned Fire Lord. (Speaking of which, Izumi ascended the throne around the age of forty-nine,  several years after Aang died–Katara was devoting her time and resources, as well as her physical presence, to leading the White Lotus and training Korra, the next Avatar, and Zuko wanted to join her, so he made sure his daughter was ready to rule and stepped down.)

Three years after Izumi, the Legacy Twins were born–Kya and Lu Ten. They both took more after Katara, including her blue eyes, despite Lu Ten being a firebender (though Kya is a waterbender), and the night before they both were born, Zuko and Katara had the same dream–a pair of spirits blessing the birth. It differed in that in Katara’s dream, she thought one of the spirits was her mother, and in Zuko’s, he was sure he recognized one as his cousin. When they realized they had a boy and a girl, the names came to them almost simultaneously.

Kya and Lu Ten were unholy terrors growing up–that one comic by biorn21 where Katara is like “Zuko, where are the twins?” “They were just-” -BOOM- “…here….”?? That’s them. Like her mother, Kya turned out to be a powerhouse of a bender, as well as an excellent healer–Lu Ten, on the other hand, wasn’t particularly talented, and he spent a long time struggling with feelings of inferiority and uselessness, especially compared to his older sister and his twin, both of whom were exceptionally skilled and had a lot of raw power to boot. That was where a lot of Lu Ten’s disastrous antics came from (and Kya was always up for mischief, so she usually sided with him), though he eventually learned to appreciate the talents and skills he did have. It helped that Zuko would regale him with stories of his own sub-par bending, and how even after he learned from the dragons he wasn’t nearly as skilled as his own younger sister.

(By this point in their lives, Azula had undergone her own redemption, and had an odd sort of friendship with Katara no one really expected. She ended up spending a lot of time with Lu Ten in particular, teaching him how he could be viciously lethal without any bending at all. She told him (and Kya, who was never far behind–the two were pretty much attached at the hip until well into their teens) stories about how she and her two nonbender allies had managed to take over Ba Sing Se in a single day, just by infiltrating the walls in disguise and getting to the King himself. Her visits were always the twins’ favorite.)

(And, just as a note, Kya and Lin dated quite a bit through their late teens and early twenties. At some point they broke up, for reasons I haven’t quite ironed out, but during Korra’s time in Republic City they reconnect and eventually get married. Lu Ten dated Suyin for a few years but that eventually fell apart when he realized he was mostly dating her because he was jealous that his twin sister was head over heels for Lin and he wanted to feel something like that, to make up for the sudden absence of his twin in his life. Turns out he’s aroace and perfectly happy to stay single.)

About ten years after the twins were born, Katara and Zuko had a surprise in the form of Iara, their fourth and final child. She was unexpected, and the birth was difficult, but she was well worth it. She is heterochromic–one blue eye, one gold–with features like her mother and a build like her father. She is a nonbender (“Finally, someone normal,” Sokka joked when it was determined she was unlikely to exhibit any bending ability. He gave her a boomerang of her own for her twelfth birthday, taught her to use it, and it became one of her most prized possessions) though, unlike her brother, she didn’t have any real complex about it growing up, despite all her siblings and her parents being benders. (Perhaps in part because her siblings and parents all absolutely doted on her, she was definitely the baby of the family and it showed, and anyone who made her cry in school would get very unpleasant visits from the twins.)

Iara had an independent spirit and, as she grew up, an air of confidence in herself that no one could really seem to breach no matter what they said about her (though one of the ways to trigger her temper was to insult her family). She spent a great deal of time with her Aunt Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors, even joining them for a time while she traveled the world in search of a purpose in life. Eventually, though, she left their ranks, and when she finally settled down it was in the nearly-complete Republic City. She opened up a non-bending martial arts academy–students who could bend were accepted, but only if they agreed to not use their bending within the school’s walls, placing them on equal footing with the nonbenders–where anyone who wished could learn how to fight and defend themselves.

(Many years later, it would come out that Amon, leader of the Equalists, had gone through Iara’s Academy, and, in fact, had been one of the best students she’d ever trained. If I ever get around to writing this damn thing, their fight will be one of the best scenes in it. In my head at least.)

If you’re curious, Tenzin and Bumi still exist, but they’re Aang’s kids with someone else. (I couldn’t justify Katara naming one of her kids Bumi, but in this verse Aang doesn’t ignore his nonbending kid and Bumi doesn’t grow up with a complex regarding his lack of bending. Nor does he gain airbending randomly later in life [there is no harmonic convergence, the airbenders began to return during Book 4 of atla], and he never had any reason to doubt his father loved him.)

#fantasticanimefan #asked #zutara #atla #zutara kids #this is my JAM #i love thinking about their kids and their family and EVERYTHING #sobs

[confusedhost-archive]

for the ask song thing,, cupid by jack stauber? and either with emile or roman pls? ily!

I have been doing too much roman-centric stories for this, so it’s time for some Emile! Challenge myself to not write the first thing I think of, you know?

In other news, I love you dearly, spouse and Emile gets a certain quirk that most people wouldn’t expect of him. 

Warnings: Mild swearing, self harm implications

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Emile watched his last patient for the day walk out the door. Today was not a good day, and as much as he wanted his caffeine, he wasn’t sure if his heart could take seeing the hot barista behind the counter. Despite what most people thought, Emile had seen them outside of just in the coffee shop, but that was simply because Remy had the uncanny ability to basically shapeshift into their preferred gender. That was a superpower if Emile had ever seen one. 

The thing was, they were also the hottest person on earth, and after a full god damned day of longing, now he was about to torture himself by getting a coffee and seeing the exact person he was longing for. Honestly, this was just rude now. 

Packing his stuff up, he sighed. “Can’t I just.. take it away, please? Just, no more love right now please, I have stuff to worry about that isn’t the hot barista.” 

He walked out of the office, a satchel covered in pins and cartoon embroidered patches slung over his shoulder. “I don’t need to be head over heels for anyone right now, and this was so random I don’t understand how love works-” 

Emile marched over to the shop and sighed. “Literally all I want is to not need to live with the knowledge that I have a crush that doesn’t love me back,” he huffed. Sliding a hand into his pocket and playing with his loose money, he amended his statement. “And to have a dollar to ride the bus home afterwards.”

He got in line, hit by a sudden realization. He didn’t actually know how Remy felt towards him, and- goodness, he was about to make a horrible mistake. 

He was very soon at the front of the line, Remy standing right in front of him and he was about to make a very large mistake. “Hey Rem!” Emile hummed, glancing at the pink bracelet around her wrist. “Can I get a chocolate frap with double the caffeine, please?” Emile asked. 

“No, babe, I know that you have a lot of caffeine already, so you’re getting a normal amount in your frap.” Remy responded, leaning against the counter. “Now, anything else?”

“A quick meeting when you finish work?” Emile asked, half hoping Remy would say no. If she said yes, the confession was set in stone.

“Sure! Now, that’ll be five-ish bucks?” Remy grinned, holding a hand out. 

Emile squinted. “You’re kidding. Do you usually act like this?”

“Nope, just for you babe.” Remy made a ‘give it’ motion, still smiling innocently. 

Emile pursed his lips, but passed the five dollar bill anyway. 

“Thanks hun,” Remy hummed, slipping it into the register and counting out the change. “Now, name?” 

Emile smiled. “Picani, thanks.”

Remy waved as Emile sat down at one of the tables by a window. He pulled out a metal bottle, drinking half of it’s contents in one quick chug. Monster energy drink certainly wasn’t the greatest tasting, but he was addicted, so really the two factors canceled each other out.

A minute later, “Picani! A frappechino for Picani!” 

Picani was full of bad ideas today, and that’s why when he got his coffee, he decided to add the extra caffeine that Remy didn’t allow him to have. He opened his bottle and poured just a little into his starbucks cup. He glanced over at Remy and found that she was staring at him, face scrunched up in disgust. Emile held eye contact with her. She knew exactly what was in his bottle. 

This was a bad idea, and Emile knew it, so why not go all the way? He sipped it and scrunched his face up at the terrible taste, but a friend of his, Remus, had once ate moss (fake moss, it wasn’t even remotely edible) with ranch, so really, it probably wasn’t that bad. It took all the way until Remy’s break to finish it without gagging, and at this point, Emile was hyper as heck. 

Remy tapped on the table, alerting Emile to her presence. “Let’s go?” 

Emile nodded, still trying to scrape the taste of the drink off his tongue. He got up, throwing out the cup and following him out the door. They walked for a while, passing by a park. “Hey, wait, can we go take a break over there?” 

Remy tilted her head, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

Emile sat down on a bench, Remy settling beside him. “Is something wrong, babe?” 

Emile shrugged. “A little bit. I just wanted to tell you something real quick.” 

There was a flash of panic across Remy’s face, and Emile sighed. “So here’s the thing? I think I love you.” 

Remy froze. “Oh gosh, babe, I’m sorry but-” 

“Unrequited, right?” Emile looked over as Remy nodded. 

“I’m aroace, babe, and I’m not looking for a relationship.” Remy said apologetically. 

Emile frowned. “Don’t say it like that. It’s not your fault that I care for you like that, and it’s not your fault that you’re aroace, and it’s not your fault that you aren’t interested in a relationship.” He looked over. “Do you need a minute? If you feel as though being friends is going to be too uncomfortable after seeing how I feel, that’s alright.”

Remy frowned. “Do you need a minute?” 

Emile gave a soft chuckle. “I do, but, if you would like to talk, no matter when that is, I’ll be ready.” 

Remy sighed, tapping a pattern into the bench. “I’ll call you later. Be careful on the way home?”

Emile nodded. “I will, but please be safe as well.”

He walked off, making it all the way to the bus station before hissing in annoyance. “You knew how it would turn out, why are you upset?” He growled, clenching his hand into a fist and beginning to swing it into his side, before pausing. No, he wasn’t supposed to hurt. Not himself, and not anyone else.

“But goodness, cupid, did you have to be so cruel?” He huffed. The bus stopped, and Emile sighed. “I just want to be painless.”

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To anyone interested, Emile being addicted to monster is a running joke that my spouses and I have. My wonderful spouse that sent this ask right here (@friendlyyalienn) happens to be writing a monster addicted Emile fic. 

Edit: There is now a part two!

#Emile picani #Remy sanders #unrequited love #self harm implication #swearing #i guess

[dauntless-gothamite]

An Aroace in Need of Space...and Hamburgers [2/8]

part 1 | ao3

Chapter 2: Meeting New People is Kind of Weird

"Hey guys," Jughead said, sliding into the booth near the back of Pop's his friends had chosen, inwardly relieved that the new girl, Veronica, wasn't there yet. Archie smiled and moved over, allowing Jughead to sit down next to him.

"Hey, Jug. How's it going? Better than this morning, I hope" Betty asked, a mischievous smile playing across her lips. Jughead raised his blue-green eyes to meet her lighter sky-colored ones, doing his best to maintain a straight face. Betty raised an eyebrow, deciding to go along with Jughead's antics. In response, he quirked one corner of his mouth into a slight smirk, and both he and Betty burst into fits of laughter giving up the act.

"I still don't understand the game you two play, is it some kind of code? I mean, it does sound like something Jughead would do. But you, Betty? I don't think so" Archie said, shaking his head in confusion and moving his hands animatedly between the Betty and Jughead. The two shared a quick glance before bursting into laughter once again, causing Archie to throw his hands up and lean back in exasperation.

"Archie, we don't have a secret code or game or anything like that," Betty said once she had regained her composure. "It's just nonverbal communication, like when a teacher says to work with a partner and you make eye contact with the person you want to be partners with."

"Only it just kind of turns into a contest of who can hold out longer before laughing," Jughead added, having finally recovered from his seemingly uncontrollable laughter.

"Although, you do make a good point, Archie." Betty continued, "Jughead would definitely make up a secret code." All three of them laughed at that, when the small bell that alerted the workers to new customers rang, causing them all to look up at the door.

A girl with dark, shiny hair and tanned skin stepped through the door, looked around quickly, and smiled when she saw Archie and Betty, sitting at a booth. There was someone else at the table,  she assumed he was their friend Jughead; Betty had mentioned he might be there. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way towards where the group was sitting, and Betty looked over her shoulder to smile at Veronica, wanting her to feel welcome.

"Hey, V, how's it going?" Betty asked as Veronica took a seat next to her.

"Oh, you know, just unpacking boxes so that I actually have clothes to wear besides this," she replied, gesturing at the outfit she was wearing. Betty gave her a look of condolence before Veronica turned towards the table so she was no longer just speaking to Betty.

"Hey Archie" she said, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Hey," Archie responded. Jughead was about to introduce himself when Archie said "so, this weekend if you need any help unpacking, just let me know; I'm happy to help you and your family move in." Now it was his turn to blush a little, smiling as he saw Veronica nodding at him from across the table.

Turning once more, Veronica extended her hand to shake Jughead's. "I don't think we've been formally introduced; I'm Veronica Lodge."

"Jughead Jones," Jughead said, shaking Veronica's hand. He was about to ask Veronica how she liked the town so far, how school was going, and other questions that came up when engaging in small talk when a waitress appeared at their table, four menus in hand.

"Hi, welcome to Pop's, I'll be with you shortly" she said, handing out the menus before walking away to wait on another table. Veronica opened her menu, deciding what to order, a little confused as to why no one else was opening theirs. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, glancing around the table, and Jughead realized she probably felt like they were all staring at her, which would make anyone uncomfortable.

"We come here a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean so often that it cannot possibly be healthy. I'm pretty sure we all have the menu memorized" Jughead said lightly, as he looked at Veronica. She laughed a little and seemed to relax, glad someone had picked up her discomfort and was able to lighten the mood.

A couple minutes later, the waitress returned to collect their orders. Paper in hand, poised to copy the order, she looked to Betty, waiting to hear her order.

"I'd like a fruit cup, an order of fries, and a strawberry milkshake, please" Betty ordered politely, a sweet smile on her face. Veronica was up next, and she ordered a grilled cheese and chocolate milkshake, and--after some encouragement from those around her--a bag of potato chips. After Veronica was finished ordering, the waitress turned to Archie, who asked for a sprite and a large order of chili fries.

The waitress turned to give the order to Pop, paused to look over her shoulder at Jughead, not even bothering with her pencil and paper, before saying "the usual, right?"

Jughead smiled in return and said "yes ma'am," giving a two finger salute as he said so. "You know me so well," he called to the retreating waitress, and laughs could be heard from both her and Pop at that.

"Wow, I guess you really do come here often," Veronica said, her eyebrows raised, and the whole table laughed and nodded in confirmation.

About an hour later, after everyone had finished eating, the waitress returned with the bill, and Archie, Betty, and Jughead started to pull money out of their wallets, prepared to form a small pile in the middle of the table.  But before they could get that far, Veronica stopped them.

"Wait!" she called out. "I got this one, guys. It was really nice of you all to take me out to dinner and tell me about the town, and I want to thank you, so let me get the check." Archie and Betty started to protest as Jughead just sat there, shocked. It was rare for people to be so generous with their money, and it caught him off guard for someone to offer to pay the bill. He finally came out of his dazed state, about to say there was no way she should be the one to pay the bill, but Veronica raised a finger, silencing the table. "I won't take no for an answer, so I recommend you stop trying to change my mind. Now, I need to get home soon, otherwise my parents won't be too keen on the idea of me hanging out with you in the future. Thanks for a fun evening, see you around!" she said, grabbing her credit card from the waitress--who none of them had even seen take Veronica's card in the first place--and with that, she walked out of Pop's, three shocked teenagers staring after her. Silence hung in the air as Archie, Betty, and Jughead gathered their things and began to leave, sure to thank Pop on the way out. The trio waved to each other as they went their separate ways, all of them tired and eager to finish up their homework and get some sleep.

As Betty and Archie drove off towards the Northside, Jughead finished strapping his helmet on and was about to mount his motorcycle, when he his phone's text alert sounded. He rolled his eyes as he pulled his phone from his pocket, assuming it was just his dad telling him to get home. Instead, he saw he had a text from Kevin, which read: I emailed you the stuff you need. Thanks again, see you tomorrow.

Great, Jughead thought. Now how am I supposed to be able to sleep when I have all this new material at my fingertips? "This is going to be a long night," he muttered to himself before driving South towards his trailer.

#motherfxking-flannel #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfic #riverdale thoughts #jughead jones #demisexual betty cooper #aroace jughead #southside serpents #asexual aromantic #ace #asexual awareness week #choni #swangs #varchie #bughead #joavin

[overdramatic-title]

Insecure

It has been bothering me for a long time and I don't know what to do about it. I feel really bad for wanting someone to be in love with me. I'm aroace but regardless I always wanted to create a home for someone, I even used to joke about that with my friends (when I had any). I'm a woman and I love cooking, crafting, taking care of others, volunteering, sewing, taking care of children etc. "You would be a great wife"... I agree, although trust me I never praise myself. I'm so conflicted, on the one hand I know that I can't give that myself but on the other I want someone to be head over heels for me, to care about me and accept me for who I am, who would let me take care of them and don't judge me for it. Someone who wouldn't see all of my health problems and leave me. I know"I deserve happiness", "you don't need a relationship to be happy" etc etc .. l. I really, really hoped that once in a relationship I would hate it so I could just give up on that entirely... but I didn't, I loved it despite not being accepted, being made fun of, not having my feelings respected (I see it now, it wasn't as clear before). I still really enjoyed walking up early (I hate waking up) just to make them breakfast, taking care of them, putting them first, making them smile, helping them... the hell even meeting their family day after they told me we might break up (not the highest moment tho). I even enjoyed the physical contact even though I usually don't like it, and some more explicit stuff even though I feel no need/desire for that, but I know they did and it made them happy. I know I probably wasn't... let's say as enthusiastic as one may hope but I like to think it was pretty clear that I really enjoyed spending time together being like this of otherwise...eh ... I don't even know what to do with that information, it takes me so long to really let someone closer that it seems impossible to ever have something like I want to... I feel like I'm rambling nonsense... I lost all of my friends the very moment I needed them, even though before that I rarely asked for any assistance and spend so so so much time on helping them whenever they need me. I just wanted to have someone to talk to in the worst months of my life and I was just left alone.

Sorry for whining again. I feel completely hopeless and alone. I'm a nice person why do I always end up like this.

#mental health #lgbtcommunity #aromantic #asexual #deppresive #deppresion #help #aroace #guilty #alone #being alone #losing hope #hopeless #i need a hug #i need advice #i need friends #i need help

[lhpxawol-amalgam]

Popular AWOl Ships in a Nutshell

Long post ahead.

WonderMod

Suwon:

Won x Soomi

Queen of all ships

Intellectual meets philosopher

Funniest couple you will ever meet

Agdjkfdgdaf there’s just so much chemistry

Stans have like written full-length thought-out analyses on this shit

When they dance together it’s the best cause Won can dance like no one’s business and Soomi is just trying her best but they still look awesome together

Gyuju:

Gyuri x Jinju

Both have two siblings

Both play guitar

Both are the two tallest in their group

Both do modern dance

At this point no one knows if the only reason this ship is so popular is cause they just have so much in common

But they do kinda balance each other out

Gyuri’s the drill sergeant and Jinju’s the cheerleader

Hyeju:

Hyerin x Jinju

Leader/maknae stuff, ya know

They’re actually pretty cute together

“Oh my god, they were roommates”

These shippers will never get over the one time Hyerin made Jinju ramen when she was super stressed and helped her to take a break from working

WonderMod stans be like “I ship Hyeju” and LOONA stans be like “but with who tho”

Hareum:

Hanbyeol x Areum

Hanbyeol can cook and Areum loves to eat so

Also lots of dad energy for some reason 

This one’s only as big as it is from that one fanfic “I’m Trapped in a Hareum Anime”

Shenanigan

Sangeun:

Sangwoo x Jaegeun

It’s a duo group

Of course it’s a ship

Generates lots of enemies-to-lovers fanfiction for some reason

Sangwoo’s the flirty one and Jaegeun’s the dapper one so you get all the cute shipping dynamics

AK6

2Woo:

K.O. (Kiwoo) x Woori

“Oh my God, they were roommates”

Scary but weak meets buff but softie 

Honestly could become real

I mean K.O.’s bi so

The fans feel vaguely justified

Uwu

Lites Out:

K.O. x Lite

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: 2Woo vs. Lites Out

K.O’s stage persona is almost aggressive enough for Lite’s actual personality

Jk she’s soft for like one person and it’s him

Need to host a variety show stat

DeLite:

Lite x Luxe

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: Lites Out vs DeLite

Fashion king and queen

They got that yin/yang thing going

Watch them like actually get away with murder tho

Labyrinth:

Miro x Luxe 

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: DeLite vs Labyrinth

The thinking man’s ship

They’re always the ones to sit back and lovingly shake their heads while everyone else does something fun but stupid

No one really sees this ship going anywhere sexual but it’s got all the good memes so

Forget-Me-Not

Hanhwan:

Hanbin x Joohwan

That name tho

Poetry

Absolute softies for each other

If this were a fanfic it’d be a slow burn cause they’re so goddamn oblivious

Hanbin’s a sex-demon on the outside and a cinnamon roll on the inside

Let’s just say people suspect the opposite of Joohwan

Kim Woo:

Kim Gyeong x Siwoo

More leader/maknae

Try and make this one sexy and watch yourself get kicked out of the fandom by angry stans

This is why Forget-Me-Not doesn’t have ship wars

PINEAPPLE

Shinmin:

Shinyoung x Minchul

We don’t know how anyone let this happen

They’re cousins

Like not even distant cousins

I know the internet sucks

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: Shincest or Mincest

Lots of pining jokes cause gEDDIT they’re in pINEAPPLE

But yeah this one gets all the shame it deserves

a.LOVE

Jangyoung:

Gayoung x Tokki (Jangmi)

Their MV characters have a sorta abusive dynamic so

This one gets a lot of eyebrows raised

But IRL they’re both just trying to out-care for each other

So the fics are either hardcore angst or total fluff 

I would say “oh my God, they were roommates” but they’re all roommates so like

Sungyoung:

Gayoung x Sungmi

The Unpopular Ship™

Oh look it’s another enemies-to-lovers Sungyoung fic

Half the time they’re both j chilling and the other half they’re the literal definition of sexual tension

MiMi:

Tokki (Jangmi) x Sungmi

Technically leader/maknae but like

It feels different

It’s just really cute man what can I say

They’ve got that tsundere/genki girl dynamic going

*insert meme man* Show ALL the affection!

GSG

Yangbin:

Yang x Sebin

All the chemistry, all the feels, and sadly also all the annoying straight girls fetishizing Asian men

But like seriously when they dance together it’s absolutely golden

Yang’s all flowing and expressive and Sebin’s all sharp and aggressive

Kinda matches their personalities too

It’s just sad that so many stans have to be all sasaeng-y about it

AB Yang:

AB Young x Yang

Who wants to bet it’s just for the name huh

But no it’s low-key cute 

You wouldn’t think they’d have too much chemistry at first

They’re like the “don’t match on paper but perfect irl” kinda couple

More platonic vibes than the Yangbin shipping content

Kyunghorang:

Horang x Kyungho

Literally just Sangeun all over again

Everyone wants to protecc our precious maknae Kyungho from bad boy Horang

But they’re actually both really good for each other and Horang just gets him ya know

You know what it is? It’s Good Omens. That’s the dynamic here.

DGRM

Moyeon:

Moya x Doyeon

Also called Doya by people who are stupid

Should really start their own pranking channel

Who’s ready for h/c fanfiction~~~

No but seriously Moya has helped Doyeon through panic attacks a lot

She’s tall so she can fit all the comfort in her

And Doyeon’s short bc

Um

Ok it’s just cute how much taller Moya is compared to Doyeon lol

Duanjung:

Jung-ah x Duanphen

Softies trying to be baddies

Like Yangbin in their dancing styles

So much poking fun at each other it’s not even funny but like it is tho

All the cuddles, all the selcas with cutesy filters

And then BAM new set of teasers comes out and they look sexy as FUCK

Yufang:

JD Fang x Yuyan

No one would’ve shipped it until the behind-the-scenes vid for Midnight Girl came out

And now they’re just weirdos together

They’re like the Sith: One master, one apprentice

Yuyan is the dark mysterious inner core JD wishes she had

And JD is the stability and reasonableness Yuyan has been searching for her whole life

JD Aika:

JD Fang x Aika

It’s 99% because they kissed in a music video

But like COME ON THEY KISSED IN A MUSIC VIDEO

AND NOT HALFHEARTEDLY EITHER

Honestly gorgeous fan art for this couple

Not as much obvious chemistry as some ships but fans are always like “omg thEIR HANDS tOuChEd”

Yiyan:

Yifei x Yuyan

There’s something about whenever they have lines or screen time together that just works

Both trying to soften each other up but in different ways

And usually succeeding

They’re just really good close friends ya know

The kind you could see accidentally developing a crush on each other

RFei:

Yifei x RJ

“Oh my God, they were roommates”

Ultimate good girl/bad girl ship

But secretly they’re both just nervous wrecks

We know Yifei helped comfort RJ a lot after she came out and heard back from her parents so

Get ready for more h/c fic~~~

Ho-J:

RJ x Hoa

The actual baddies

*stifles laugh* hoe-j

Remember the “sugakookie with a cup of tae” jokes? Yeah it’s that bad

They’re both just too sexy for the fans to handle so naturally what better ship could you get it’s just basic math

Also need to host a variety show stat

Triple D:

Duanphen x DaO x Doyeon

It’s a joke ship that some people started taking seriously

Don’t ask, no one has an explanation

SET! (Korean soloists)

JZo:

Jihoon x Zo

Because Jizo is an objectively bad name (ok sure it looks fine but try saying it out loud)

Also occasionally known as Jezus

Lots of uncle energy (?)

Zo would totally be Jihoon’s real life manic pixie dream girl if she wasn’t, ya know, a strong and badass woman with her own agency who also happens to have quirky hair

Mayoon:

May x Hayoon

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: Do you pronounce it like “May” or like “Hayoon”

Tbh this ship died pretty quickly

Since we’re all pretty sure now that May’s aroace

And like they’re young, we don’t get in the way of their friendship

That iconic answer-your-tweets vid where someone asked “how do you pronounce Mayoon” and Hayoon was just like “you don’t”

But for real they have the BEST FRIENDSHIP HANDS DOWN

PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER

Mesmere

Jaereum:

Jaegeun x Areum

The thing with Mesmere is that there are canonical “couples” in the MVs

Which were decided based on which members were like “yesss I’m so down for this concept” and which ones were like “this could be fun to try I guess”

Jaegeun and Areum fall into the former category

The shippers tend to be very kinky

So much smut but like most of it’s inspired by Mesmere’s original concept so it shouldn’t be surprising 

Is there real chemistry? Who knows? Does it matter? Not to the fans it doesn’t

Robin:

Miro x Hanbin

The “this could be fun to try I guess” gang

Everyone stans bc omg that ship name is adorable

If Jaereum is the “sweet on the outside, sexy on the inside” pair, Robin is the “sexy on the outside, sweet on the inside” pair

This one always throws AK6 and Forget-Me-Not fans for a loop because no one expects them to be THAT SEXY

BUT THEY ARE

Fireflower

Seiko: 

Seori x Teiko

Another tsundere/genki girl ship

Except the genki girl is surprisingly intimidating in that “she’s not scary she’s just hot” way

New fans never expect Seori to be the head-over-heels type

But she is~

Someone make this into an actual book please it would be so cute

Harumi:

Haruna x Mega (Megumi)

1 ball of energy + 1 ball of energy = perfection

No but literally they have so much enthusiasm

They could be a perpetual motion machine where they both just survive off the other’s energy

Opposites attract more like no I love Harumi

Firepower

Junto:

Hiroto x Junya

Obligatory main-vocalist ship

Surprisingly pure ship until you realize you just haven’t looked hard enough

Like seriously it’s all fluff or all smut with this one

Irl they’re fairly cute together but mostly because they’re good friends

Good friends who happen to be very sexy

Yoshico:

Yoshi x Nico

The one fans actually care about 

Partners in crime except they would suck at any actual crime

All the memes. And when I say all the memes, I mean all. The. Memes.

Wouldn’t surprise anyone to know that Yoshi and Nico made all the memes themselves

They don’t like it when fans box them into a specific romantic relationship but they’re also like “yeah we ship Yoshico too” to be funny and cute about it

Flower+Power

Coco:

Teiko x Nico

The Cute Ones™

Sometimes it seems too perfect and you have to wonder if it’s just an idol personality thing they’re putting on because they’re supposed to

Until you remember this is AWOl we’re talking about

Probably just friends but still

More food puns

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: Coco vs Ho-J

Ryouna:

Ryouga x Yuuna

So #sophisticated

Shipping Ryouna is a wild ride cause like

First of all they’re both hot as hell, especially together

And there’s just something about most Ryouga/Yuuna biases, they tend to be very hardcore stans (let’s just say neither of them are the Jungkook of their group in terms of popularity so if you stan them you STAN them)

And they are well aware of this fact

And love to tease fans with like “pretend” kisses on stage or during variety shows 

There’s just so much Ryouna content like who cares whether or not it’s real

We all know they’re gonna fall in love eventually

Other

WorldWideWoo:

K.O. (Kiwoo) x Sangwoo x Siwoo

AWOL’s version of the Dinosaur Triplets

Sangwoo came up with the name himself so you know it’s legit

All flirtatious bad boys on the outside, all surprisingly courteous once you get to know them

On their own they’re genuinely cool people, but for some reason whenever they get together they all become the kind of person to (un?)ironically use the word “swag”

So of course someone’s gotta ship it

Kim Hyerin:

Hyerin x Kim Gyeong

The pure one

Kinda overdone so

You either love this ship or you hate it

And either way it’s because they’re both such caring people that it becomes an unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object problem

But everyone tends to agree that it’s at least kinda cute 

It’s also funny ‘cause in Korea women don’t take their husband’s names

Hyesang:

Hyerin x Sangwoo

Because Sangrin is an objectively bad name

The sexy one

They did ONE performance on e.LIVE together and now no one can get over how hot they are

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: Kim Hyerin vs Hyesang

No seriously the number of Kim Hyesang love triangle fanfictions is kinda insane at this point

The shippers love to pull the “they’ve known each other longer, of course they’re emotionally closer” card and then make absolutely no content that reflects that

Naozo:

Ah yes, the ultimate ship war: is this referring to Naoko x Taizō or Naoko x Zo

Of course it’s Naoko x Zo they’re so much cuter together

Naoko and Taizō kinda go together as the two Japanese soloists but like

Naoko and Zo~~~

The chemistry~~~~~

NaoZo > Naozō

Why

Because it’s gay you fools

Cococo

Naoko x Teiko x Nico

Ok this is just ridiculous

#mod june #awol #wondermod #shenanigan #ak6 #forgetmenot #pineapple #a.love #gsg #dgrm #set! #fireflower #firepower #flower+power #naoko #taizō #jihoon #may #zo #hayoon

[serious-ppl-wear-neckties]

I Can’t Be (Part 1)

Summary: Everyone is given a watch at birth that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate. Sadly, Virgil’s watch is broken, so he’ll never be able to meet his soulmate, if he even has one. But it’s not like he deserves one anyways… Words: 882 Pairing: LAMP/CALM

Virgil sighed and pulled his hoodie down even further to cover his face. Ugh, god, why is it so sunny outside? Call him a vampire, but Virgil never really liked sunny days or bright lights—they hurt his eyes.

He just wanted to get back to his dorm room, where he would have the place all to himself (his roommate was out) and there would be no one to bother him. Wow, alone and indoors on a Friday night. This is what Virgil’s life had come to.

Not that he was complaining, he didn’t really like parties and socializing anyway. Parties were too loud, and he had social anxiety. Well actually, he had anxiety of pretty much anything and everything, but that’s beside the point.

Virgil was rounding the corner when he suddenly collided with someone. He stumbled back, hand automatically reaching up to cradle his throbbing cheek. The moment he looked up, apologies started spilling over Virgil’s lips as he kept backing up.

He had managed to run straight into Roman Prince, the leader of the drama club, football player, and all around popular guy. In other words, he was totally above Virgil in every single way, so he could probably straight up beat him to a pulp and still get away with it.

“I–I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–I swear I…” Virgil trailed off. Roman was just staring at him, an odd look on his face. His eyes locked onto Virgil’s, and a cold fear settled in his stomach. This is it. I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend bruised and sore.

Roman took a step toward him, and Virgil took a shaky step back. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but before he could, Virgil spun on his heels, and booked it. He vaguely registered hearing Roman’s shouting behind him, while running away as fast as he could.

Is he gone? Can I stop? Did I lose him? Please tell me he’s not there. Virgil’s thoughts ran wild as he slowed down to a brisk walk. He risked a quick glance behind him, and was relieved to see nobody chasing after him. He had no idea how long he’d been running, but the sharp stab of pain in his left side told Virgil enough.

I guess I have to take the long way back. Virgil thought. Better safe than sorry.

~oÕo~

Roman was hard to avoid. After the “incident” the student started trying to“talk” to Virgil, and took every opportunity to try and get him alone. Yeah right. He wasn’t that dumb.

So when Virgil walked into his art class, only to see that he and Roman were the only ones to arrive this early, he panicked. In a room, alone, with the same guy he’d tripped into and ran out on a few days ago? No thank you!

It seemed like Princey noticed him at around the same time, because he started to get up from his seat. Virgil was about to sprint back out into the hallway, but Roman stopped him.

“Wait.” There was something about his tone that made Virgil pause. He didn’t sound like he was about to beat Virgil up, he sounded… “Please.” Was that… a hint of desperation?

“Yeah? What do you want from me?” Virgil’s voice shook a little, and he inwardly cursed himself for showing vulnerability.

“I…“ Princey swallowed, looking extremely nervous. “You ran off before I could say anything, but… we’re soulmates.”

The moment the words left Roman’s mouth, it was like the world had stopped. No. No no no. Nonononono. “We’re soulmates.” The words echoed through Virgil’s mind, and he found himself furiously shaking his head.

“No. No, I–I’m sorry, but I’m not. I can’t be.”

“But you have to be!” Roman said, his eyes agitated. “My watch… it reached 0 the moment we met.”

“I can’t be.”

“You are.”

“No, I–“

“You have to be!”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Virgil said, backing away. Everything was crumbling around him, and he couldn’t take it. Something inside him broke, and the shards managed to embed themselves in his heart. Virgil gasped, trying to take a deep breath instead of the short shallow ones he had been taking.

“But–“

Virgil had had enough. Every moment he stayed, the more and more painful the feeling became. He needed to get away.

Don’t kid yourself. He’s not yours. You’ll only end up hurting yourself when he eventually finds his real one.

Virgil’s racing heart was going to explode. His shaking legs were going to give out beneath him. Every breath felt like sandpaper rushing down his throat. Every inhale felt like a knife stabbing his chest.

He doesn’t have a soulmate. His watch is broken. He is broken. He doesn’t deserve love. He doesn’t deserve a soulmate.

Virgil buried his face in his hands, wait, when did I start crying? and silently repeated the sentence over and over again. I don’t have a soulmate. I don’t have a soulmate. I don’t have a soulmate.

His back slid down the bathroom stall, and his cheeks stung from raking his nails down his face. That was the worst anxiety attack he’d had in weeks. He’d make up for ditching class later. Right now, Virgil needed a break. From everything.

@jughead-is-canonically-aroace

#sorry #this is really bad #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #lamp #calm #polysanders #fic #fanfic #my writing #soulmate au #rs writes

[hotsterfield]

Be MY Valentine?

Word count: 2174

“Part 2″ to this post! 

Masterlist

A/n: Here it is! A mix between number 3 and 4! I’m really excited about so many people wanting one with an aroace reader, so here it is! Maybe I’ll do more with an ace reader, if you guys are interested in that. I haven’t been able to get idea of “hate sex” with Tom (who am i kidding, Tom OR Harrison) out of my head, so maybe a aro-reader? Let me know what you think!

Your date with Harrison was tonight. All restaurants were busy on valentine’s day, so you had agreed to just wait a couple of days, because there was nothing worse than busy restaurants.

When you opened the door to let Harrison in, you were surprised to see just how much he was dressed up. He had tamed his hair and he even wore a suit. He looked good, really good.

“I didn’t realize we were doing fancy. I feel very underdressed now” You laughed, looking down at the jeans and shirt you were wearing. You had barely even put on makeup.

“I also brought you flowers” He smiled happily, as he pulled a bouquet out from behind his back. “And I think you look perfect like that. You always do”

“Haz! You shouldn’t have!” You smiled widely as you placed the flowers in a vase. “Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll change to something more… Matching to you”

“You’re my valentine, of course I’m going to give you flowers”

“They’re beautiful, Haz. Thank you” You thanked him, as you admired the flowers once more.

“Not as beautiful as you” He flirted, but you just rolled your eyes and shook your head at him. As always, you thought he wasn’t being serious.

“Then just wait till you see me in 10 minutes. Just stay here, alright!” You said, heading towards your bedroom. You pulled out one of your dresses. The long black one, with a slice up your left leg. The one that fit you like a glove and made you look so elegantly sexy.

You quickly put it on, as well as a pair of black heels. You didn’t have time to do a full face of makeup, so you kept the focus on your eyes and lips. Your hair had to just stay like it was. With one last glance in the mirror, you admired just how fancy you could get in 10 minutes.

“Wow. You look good, really good” Harrison said, as you walked out of your room.

“Told you to wait” You smirked. Just as you were about to walk out of the, someone knocked on it. When you opened the door, Tom was standing on the other side, with a rose in his hand. “Hi Tom?”

“Y/n. I know I’m a few days late, but will you go on a valentine’s date with me?” He asked, a charming smile on his lips.

“Oh! Me and Harrison is already on the way for a valentine’s date, actually” You said, and Tom’s smile faded. “But you can join! It’ll be like we always do, but fancy!”

“You and Harrison, huh? I wonder why you didn’t mention that, Haz? Don’t want me to join your date?” Tom asked, glaring at Harrison.

“You can’t have a date with 3 people, Tom. No offence, but I don’t really want to go on a valentine’s date with you” Harrison laughed, trying to hide how much he wished Tom would leave. Harrison was the one to ask you out first, and he didn’t want Tom to ruin the date.

“Of course we can be 3 people, don’t be silly. We do it all of the time! Now, let’s go, because I’m getting hungry!” You smiled, taking a boy in each hand, and dragging them down to the street.

In this moment, Harrison realized that you didn’t realize this was an actual date, and not just a friend date like it usually was, and so did Tom. When Tom and Harrison looked at each other, they both got the same idea. They were going to use tonight to charm the hell out of you.

***

After having ordered the food, you went to the bathroom, leaving the two guys alone. As soon as you were out of sight, Harrison opened his mouth.

“I asked her out first” He stated.

“She doesn’t know this is an actual date, so you didn’t do a very good job, now did you?” Tom smirked.

“Apparently not, no. But by the end of the night, she’ll know, and she’ll be going home with me” Harrison said.

“I don’t think so mate. Maybe she’ll go home with me” Tom challenged.

“Right. So we both agree that it ends tonight? Whoever she decided to go home with, gets her? And the other backs off, and just accepts it? Is that how we’re going to play it?” Harrison asked. For a while, they had both tried to subtly flirt with you, but you never seemed to notice.

“We’ve had sleepover plenty of times. She doesn’t know this is a date, so a sleepover is maybe not the best way to settle it. What about a kiss? When one of us kiss her, the other backs off”

“When she kisses one of us. She has to make the move”

“Fine. She knows I’m the better kisser, so I already know how this is going to end” Tom was acting more confident than he felt, hoping it would make Harrison nervous. In reality, Tom wasn’t sure about anything.

“What did I miss?” You asked, sitting back down in the chair.

“We were just talking about which of us is the better kisser. Tom here, is so delusional that he thinks it’s him, but we all know I’m the better kisser” Harrison spoke, as if his and Tom’s conversation never happened.

“You’re not asking me to settle your little dick measuring contest, are you?” You asked, looking between the two guys, who just kept waiting for your response. “Well, you asked for it… So sorry to burst your ego Tom, but I think Harrison wins. But it’s really just a preference thing”

“Don’t take this win away from me, by saying it’s a preference thing. Let’s just keep it at me being the better kisser” Harrison smiled, while keeping his eyes on yours.

“What do you mean preference?” Tom asked, also looking at you. You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going.

“I’m gonna regret this. You’re both really great kissers, you really are. If it comes down to technique, it’s a tie” You explained.

“Then why do you think Harrison is the better kisser?” Tom asked, not liking that you apparently had a preference for his friend.

“Well. How do I explain this? It’s all about preference. You see, Tom. You’re more a needy, a little rough kind of kisser. It’s actually kind of hot, and a lot of girls really like that. And you Haz, you’re more of a. A soft, loving kind of kisser. More slow-paced” Once again you found yourself looking between your two best friends, not sure if they wanted more details.

“I can do that too. A soft slow-paced kiss. I’ll even prove it to you right now” Tom said, a sly smile on his lips, as he leaned in over the table.

“I’m not drunk enough to do that. No offence, but there’s no way I would kiss you while sober” You laughed, leaning back in your seat, not noticing the disappointment in his eyes.

“Right. I was just kidding. You didn’t think that I would actually…” He trailed off, trying to keep his voice happy.

“Exactly. We’re friends. I mean, I don’t want to make out with Harrison either. It’s not worth risking my friendship with you guys for” You shrug, only now realizing the hurt look in both of their eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

The boys just looked at each other, none of them wanting to say it. None of them wanting to admit that they had fallen in love with their friend, who didn’t even notice their feelings. None of them wanted to ruin her day.

“Seriously, none of you are going to tell me why you suddenly look sad? All I did was say that I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, who can that possibly be a bad thing?” You asked in a serious tone.

“It’s not that” Tom started, but he never continued.

“Then what is it? We haven’t even gotten our food yet, and you’re both acting wired. Why is this time so different from when we usually eat out?”

“Because this was supposed to be a real date. When I asked you to be my valentine I meant it, because if you haven’t noticed, I’m actually really into you, and now you just made it very clear that I don’t have a chance, so that hurts a little” Harrison let out, starring at you with sad eyes.

“Why did you think I showed up out of nowhere with a rose? If I wanted a friend date, I would’ve just said so” Tom added.

“I didn’t… I didn’t realize that. I’m sorry” You started, as you wrapped your head around what they had just told you. “How long had this been going on? Is that why you wanted to know who’s the better kisser? If I knew, I wouldn’t have. Told it like that. I’m sorry”

“Over a year. I guess we just both finally got the guts to tell you. And we kind of asked for it, didn’t we?” Tom sent you a sad smile.

“I’m amazed that you didn’t notice. Haven’t exactly been hiding it” Harrison added.

“I haven’t exactly been looking for it either. I thought you guys knew I wasn’t interested in a relationship. Why would you even?” You weren’t sure on how the end the sentence, so you didn’t.

“So you’re not actively looking for someone. Both of us could make you happy. You’ve been in a lot of relationships, and you always told us what went wrong. We both know what you want. You deserve to be happy, and we both want you to be. Sure, it would sting a little if you were happy with Tom, but I would get over it. Wouldn’t ruin our friendship” Harrison smiled.

“No. I don’t think you get it. I don’t want a relationship. I am happy. I don’t need a relationship to be happy” You looked at them in disbelief. “Look, you are both great guys, and whoever ends up with you is going to be the luckiest girls in the world. It just won’t be me”

“Can I ask why? Is it just because we’re friends? It’s enough reason, of course, but is there a reason you’re not interested? Is it a type kind of thing, like with the kiss?” Tom asked.

“This is going to sound so cliché. There’s nothing wrong with you, it’s all me. I’m just not interested. At all. I’m not attracted to either of you in any way” As soon as the words left you mouth, you realized how mean it sounded. “Not, like that. You are both really attractive, and I know I should be attracted you, but I’m not”

“Look, Y/n. You really shouldn’t blame yourself for not being interested. You don’t have to apologize for not being interested. Sure, it stings a little, but we’ll get over it” Harrison commented.

“You guys do realize I’m ace right? And properly also aro?” You looked between their two confused faces. “No? Alright then. I’m asexual and aromantic. Instead of being to guys or girls, I’m not into anyone. That’s why my relationships never works out. I thought you guys knew this”

“You never told us that?” Tom asked.

“No. You didn’t. You never told us about your sexuality. When the hell did you get out of the closet?” Harrison continued.

“I don’t know, I guess it never came up? It’s not really a big deal. It’s not like going out and saying you’re gay or bi. They can correct people and just say “I’m playing for the other team”. What should I say? I’m not playing. I’m not even interested in watching the game?” You tried to explain.

“I think that’s exactly what you should say” Tom smiled. This time a genuine one.

“See? If you had just told us that, we wouldn’t have to make rules about when the other had to back off” Harrison’s eyes were still a bit sad, but he was getting there as well.

“You made rules? Are you kidding me?” You laughed, shaking your head at them.

“Yeah we did. Seems kind of stupid now. You know, this actually explains a lot. Because with the number of guys you’ve slept with, it’s hard to believe they all did a bad job” Tom laughed, and Harrison even joined in.

“You were the ones who said they did a bad job!” You giggled.

“Yeah, well. You could’ve just told us. Then we’d know that you’re just really hard to please” The glint in Harrison’s eyes were back. “We should go celebrate! You know, after we eat. We’re all already dressed up for it”

“Celebrate what?” You asked.

“Celebrate you coming out. I don’t know about Tom, but I could use a rebound, and since don’t want to get any, you’re the perfect wingman” Harrison smirked.

“Right, because you can’t get a girl on your own”

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[yourhappypappypatton]

97 logicality please? Ur awesome at writing BTW

#97: It just… hurtsPairing: Platonic LogicalityWord Count: 1123Warnings: Ex boyfriend, crying, feelingsSummary: the breakup has been hard.. just maybe not on the side you were expecting.

It had been a few weeks since Moving On parts 1 and 2 had been filmed, and things had more or less gone back to normal in the mindscape. Roman and Patton seemed to have gotten over the breakup easier and faster than they would have if Thomas hadn’t summoned them and made them talk over everything. Not that he would ever admit it, but that was a relief to Logan. He didn’t know what the more emotional sides would want- or even need- to hear at times such as that.

Despite not understanding the deep feelings that the others are prone to feeling, Logan had noticed a tightness in his chest and a slight exhaustion within himself throughout the past few days. It was odd. It was almost as if logic had been stripped away from himself in nearly infinitesimal sections. He would not notice that the weight was there, replaced by emotion if he was not as incredibly perceptive as he was.

The most frightening part about this newest development is that Logan cried the other night. Late at night, he felt the tightness swell in his chest, and he finally understood what it meant to have to swallow the lump in your throat. It was fascinating, yes, but it was also overwhelming and he could not stop thinking about Thomas’ ex boyfriend. He was stuck in his room, silent tears rolling down his cheeks, said tears blurring his vision. The happy memories of the relationship and the nights spent together running through his head.

Logan stood from his desk, and walked the short distance to his bed. As silly as it may sound, those few steps felt incredibly long. Logan practically collapsed onto his bed, and hugged a  pillow close to his chest. The steady stream of tears turned into something larger as he continued to think over the times that used to be. Soon enough, Logan could think of nothing aside from him. He was attempting to repress his sobs and he pressed his face into the pillow, ignoring the way it made his glasses press into his face. The slight pain from hs glasses frames was nice, it was grounding… and above everything else, he wasn’t sure that he could summon enough energy to take them off. Fascinating. Is this truly the kind of turmoil that Patton has to suffer through every day?

Is this truly the kind of turmoil inside Patton that he decides to bottle up, and hold within himself until it simply becomes too much and he has no choice but to break down? Logan truly wasn’t aware of what strength his fellow side possessed until now… and speaking of his fellow side, Patton was walking up the stairs, humming a simple little tune as he did so. He paused by the logical side’s door, and knocked in a ‘shave and a haircut’ pattern before speaking. “Hey, Lo! I just fixed up some dinner! I was thinking we could just do some simple PB and J tonight, does that sound good to you?” no answer. How peculiar! Logan almost always answered his door. Patton hadn’t even received an affirmative, or even a flippant “One moment, Patton.” Patton furrowed his eyebrows in concern. Maybe a different tactic would be more effective!

“Hey, Lo, if you don’t come quick, Ro might finish off all the strawberry Crofter’s before you can even get a taste of it!” Patton bounced anxiously on his heels as he listened intently… nothing. Patton could feel the smile slip off of his cheeks at the lack of response. Surely, Logan would tell him if something was wrong or if he was taking a nap, right? “Logan? I’m coming in. I’m worried about you.” Patton opened the door, and made a sympathetic whine in the back of his throat as he saw the sight before him.

Logan was facing the door on his side, nose red and running buried in one of his galaxy-pillowcase clad pillows, a steady stream of tears dripping onto the pillow and the comforter below him. Upon seeing Patton, Logan sat up, discarding the pillow as quickly as possible. He sniffed a few times and rubbed his nose harshly before roughly wiping his cheeks free of any tears. He reached underneath his glasses to ensure maximum dryness of face before attempting to speak with Patton. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good evening, Patton,” he winced at how dry and gravelly his voice sounded. He could give Virgil a run for his money. “How are you fairing?”

Patton didn’t seem to be falling for it. He knelt down by his bed and took Logan’s trembling hands in his own. Logan was determined not to look into Patton’s eyes, sternly keeping them locked onto his lap. “I.. apologise, Patton. I should have warned you before exposing you to such an-” he paused  briefly to find the right words “Emotional display. I shall ensure that it doesn’t happen again.”

Logan could hear Patton sigh, and he couldn’t help but agree. He was disappointed in himself, too. He could see a tear hit the lens of his glasses. “Logan, please look at me.” Logan waited a few moments, took a breath, and then met Patton’s eyes. Instead of finding disgust, and disappointment as he was expecting, Logan found nothing but love and understanding in those brown eyes. “Logan, I want it to happen again. Showing your emotions is healthy.”

Logan nearly snorted. “Weren’t you just hiding your own feelings for our sake.”Patton put a finger to his lips with a soft laugh. “We’re not talking about that right now, Lo.” the emotional side suddenly became serious once more. “I want to know what’s wrong. Please, let me in.”

Logan bit his lip and retracted his hands from Patton’s in order to push his glasses up his nose. It helped ground him in a way. “I was… thinking about the recent breakup Thomas and… all of us had to endure, and suddenly I couldn’t stop it from happening. I began to… to cry, Patton. I could not stop thinking about him, and how happy Thomas was with him, and it just… hurts. I haven’t the slightest clue how to make these feelings go away and how to become myself once more.” Patton had moved beside him on the bed and began to rub his back. “Well, Lo, I think the best thing you can do in this situation is just what I told Thomas. One step in front of the other. Soon enough, you’ll go back to your own smart, logical, rational self, but for now,” Patton paused “Don’t be afraid to feel things. I’ll be here every step of the way with you.”

(A/N) HA! I MADE LOGAN FEEL FEELINGS! remember, even if you’re not comfortable with it yet, feeling your feelings is v v v important. Don’t hide what you’re feeling from others. Also, I hope you don’t mind that I made it platonic. I really can’t see Logicality any other way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If you want to send me a prompt, click here! 

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[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

A Not-So-Classic Fairy Tale

(Carry On Countdown Day 14)

(SnowBaz)

Length: 1,607 words

Genre: fairy tale, ???

Trigger Warnings: There’s some alcohol use but not like black out drunk or anything

(Ok so I feel like I need to explain for this to make sense; it’s like Beauty and the Beast but Agatha is Belle, Simon is Gaston, and Baz is Lefou Ok? Ok.)

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Once upon a time, in the far away land of Watford, where magic and curses and dragons were real, there lived a girl. Her name was Agatha. She was beautiful and fair. She had long blonde hair, and stunning green eyes. Her magic was clean and pretty, it resembled daisy’s in a field and pink, soft velvet. Practically all the men (and some of the women) in the quaint village wished she were theirs. Especially a certain lad by the name of Simon Snow.

Simon was golden. The town was as infatuated with him as they were with Agatha. Though he had started life as a poor orphaned child with nothing to his name, he quickly became a favorite among the townsfolk. He was a hero, strong, powerful, and full of heart. He had bronze hair and tan skin; a galaxy of moles and freckles. His magic was explosive, like green smoke. It felt like a super-nova: too much all at once and impossible to control.

It made sense, in a classic fairy tale sort of way, that the pair would end up together. The hero boy and the pretty maiden girl. But Simon had been chasing her for a while. Presenting her with flowers, showing off his sword tricks, talking to her about how adorable their children would be.

None of it worked however. Agatha, though there was probably not an accurate term for it at the time, was Aromantic. She had no intentions of settling down with Simon Snow; in fact, she  had no intentions of settling down with anyone. Agatha wished she could hide away somewhere else, with only her father and her best friend, Penelope.

Unfortunately Simon was completely oblivious to Agatha’s feelings. But he was oblivious to a lot of things. Including his own feelings at times. The biggest thing he over looked thought, was Basilton, his friend. Their relationship had started with hate, Basilton coming from a wealthy family in Egypt and Simon being an orphan and caused many disputes between the boys.

Now, Basilton was Simon’s most loyal companion and trusted friend. He was tall with long black hair, usually pulled into a small pony tail, and had dark skin. His magic swift and graceful, he loved using fire. Basilton, did not fit well into the perfect fairy tale story arc however. He had more than platonic feelings for Simon. Basilton repressed these emotions because he knew that stories never end with the price and the price. He also knew his friend was head over heels in love with Agatha (and he was fairly certain Simon Snow was not interested in other men).

One fateful day, Simon had proposed to Agatha. He’d asked Basilton to help set up something magical, literally. The ‘show’ was spectacular. It consisted of roses and fireworks, a whole orchestra, and a heart of fire with Simon in the center holding a ring. Agatha was more interested in the spell Basilton had used for the fireworks than the ring in Simon’s hand. She, as kindly as she possibly could, refused his offer of marriage, and retreated to her cottage.

Simon, left in the aftermath of his confession with nothing to show for his effort, felt distraught. He didn’t understand why Agatha didn’t love him. He didn’t understand why things weren’t working out like he always thought they would. Defeated, he sulked to the town square and decided ale might help his mood. As he sat on a stool, Basilton spotted him.

“So… how did it go…? Eh? Should I write the minister? Request he arrive early tomorrow?” Basilton nudged his friend, surely the pair would be happily wed within the week. He pushed his personal opinions of that away and focused on being a supportive friend. If Simon was happy, Basilton could be happy.

“Cut it out, will ya?” Simon, sighed, feeling as if salt was being rubbed in his wound, even though he knew the mans intentions were pure.

“Aw, why Snow, did the golden girl turn you down?” He inquired, half mockingly, half confused/concerned.

“Yes, she did so can you please drop it?”  Basilton’s playful smile instantly dropped.

“Oh Simon-” he sat next the other man, “-I had no idea, I’m sorry I would not have said that i-”

“It’s fine Baz, how were you to know?” Simon leaned into his companion as Basilton put a comforting arm around him. “I mean what’s wrong with me? Huh Basilton? Is it my looks, my magic? She rejected me. Humiliated me. Why?”

“Snow. It disturbs me to see you like this, “He turned to face the other man, “looking so down and distraught.” He took his shoulders, “look around-” Basilton gestured to the others in the bar, “Every guy here would love to be you Snow. Even if your magic is a mess.“ He teased.

“Everyone’s inspired by you, you’re the towns favorite guy.” Basilton stood up. “Honestly Agatha must be blind, ‘cause it’s not hard to see why.” Simon smiled at his friends attempt to cheer him up.

“Basilton, you can stop.” He pressed the darker mans shoulder.

“Stop!? Preposterous, I won’t hear of it!” Simon blushed. “Look at you! Bronze skin, blue eyes, no ones compares to your looks!”

“Seriously Baz, enough” This only made Basilton get louder.

“Your magic is unmatched! Your sword skills impeccable! Not to mention your punches!” He playfully hit Simon's arms. Basilton was on the verge of shouting and Simon, with the help of alcohol, decided to let loose.

“As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!” He mockingly declared and took a bow.

“My, what a guy!” Basilton gestured to his friend, the whole bar now paying attention to the popular, if not odd, pair.

“Simon Snow is the best!” He exclaimed. “And the rest are a mess.” He whispered to Simon.

Basilton continued lavishing his companion with compliments, trying to boost his confidence and also finally expressing some of his feelings inadvertently. The pair becoming more obnoxious and drunk as time passed. Basilton ended his stream of flattering remarks with,

“And his name’s” He drawled, “S-I-M-O-N S-wait.” He giggled, leaning on Simon for support. “What’s nest-next? S-O-W-N…? No no s-w… whatever. Simon Snow!!” And everyone cheered.

As the intoxicated pair laughed with each other, Simon remembered why Basilton was trying to cheer him up and became upset again.

“Basilton, thank you, but all this boost-boo-boosting my self-esteem isn’t gonna make Agatha love me. Face it, no one will love me.” Simon sunk into a chair.

“Now Snow,” Basilton whispered in the crowded room. “We know that isn’t true.”

“You can stop lying to make me feel better, Basilton.” Simon’s head hung.

“Snow, you could have anyone in this world you want, stop being so hung up on Wellbelove.”

“I know, I know it’s dumb I just-” Simon stopped, staring into Basilton’s gray eyes.

During the mage’s dramatic telling of Simon’s likable traits, the boy had realized some things.

 At first he realized how lucky was to have Basilton as a friend, he was willing to make a fool of himself in public just to cheer Simon up. 

Then he realized that no matter how many things Basilton found to praise him, Simon was still not good enough for Agatha, and he would never be as good as Basilton. Sure Simon was popular and ‘the most powerful magician alive’ but he couldn’t control his magic and he stuttered. Basilton however, was flawless in practically everything. His magic was powerful and controlled. His fighting skills, be it fencing, boxing, you name it, were refined and breathtaking to watch. In fact, Simon realized, everything about his friend Basilton was breathtaking. His tall figure, gorgeous hair, dark skin, even his quick wit and sarcastic comments made Simon envy him all the more.

Until, Simon came to his third and last realization: He had feelings for Basil, romantic feelings. At first he thought is absurd, Simon had never found himself attracted to another male, but as he thought on it more, it made a lot of sense to him. So when his friend had finished his ‘performance’ of sorts Simon realized there were now two people he had wanted that he could never have.

“Anyone you say?” Simon asked with a sliver of hope buried under miles of doubt.

Basilton unsure of where he was going with this reassured, “Yes Snow, anyone.”

Timidly, yet characteristically brave, Simon asked in a low voice, “A-any one? Even, even yo-you?”

Basilton looked into the eyes of the boy he longed for, sure that this was his drunk mind play tricks on him. He touched the smaller boys chin, rubbing his thumb over his favorite mole. Basilton didn’t understand how the great Simon Snow could want him, but he wasn’t lying when he said the boy could get anyone.

Slowly, carefully, Basilton leaned in until their foreheads were touching. “Yes, Simon, especially me.” And with that Simon Snow was kissing Basilton Pitch.

The men had started courting each other. It was awkward at first, with the town being a little disappointed the Golden Pair wasn’t as “meant to be” as previously thought, yet they weren’t exactly surprised at the news of Basilton and Simon.

Eventually Basilton did write the minister, this time to officiate his own marriage to Simon Snow, not Agatha’s.

Eventually, Agatha did hide away with Penelope. She had had enough of the small town and their small ways, so she decided to leave. Her and her closest friend traveled until they came upon an old enchanted castle, but that is another story, for another time.

And so they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

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I have a lot of things to say in this authors note. 1st can we all admit that the scene in Beauty and the Beast where Gastons friend (Lefou) does a whole musical number to cheer up his friend is a little gay. Like just a little bit gay. 2nd This was all me just shamelessly plugging my hc that Agatha is aroace. 3rd adding on to that, can we have more classic style fairy tales with a-spectrum main characters? Please?4th I’m sorry for the cheesy title but I can’t think of anything better. 5th I’m actually proud of myself for this plot idea and this is the most I’ve written so far for any countdown prompt. Ok I think that’s all sorry for my rambling.

#day 14 #coc 2017 #carry on countdown 2017 #carry on countdown #carry on #carry on fanfic #fanfiction #snowbaz #fairy tale #fairy tale retellings #snowbaz fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #beauty and the beast #gaston #lefou

[somewhere-inthemeadow]

Hi, I just wanted to ask about Jughead. I thought he was only confirmed as asexual and the aromantic thing was to be kind of decided/expanded upon? If this isn't the case I apologize! I kind of feel as though Betty and Jughead came out of nowhere and Betty was literally head over heels for Archie one second and then this. So I think the show would make a lot of sense if they realized they misunderstood their relationship because I mean they're 15 who has hormones figured out? Have a great day!

hi anon. I hope you have a great day too. I’m gonna do a brief summary of the issue cause there’s a billion people who could explain it better than me, I can guarantee.

jughead has always been written as tho he is aroace, even in the original archie canon. in his own spinoff, jughead has come out as asexual (using that exact word) and the writer of the spinoff has confirmed that he has been writing jughead with aromantic leanings. So essentially the voice of god has deemed that jughead is aroace (Its also implied throughout the canon that jughead is touch-averse, but that’s another issue).

Its too early in the morning for me to find receipts for these, but if you want me to I definitely can, or like just google them, they are not that hard to find.

I have a lot of issues with riverdale in general, but I feel like bughead attacks me personally due to the I N T E N T I O N A L erasure of jughead’s aromanticism and asexuality that the writers have no plans on correcting themselves on in the future. This shows that they do not think aces are WORTHY enough to be written about, that we do not DESERVE to see ourselves on tv and that because we are aroace, we inherently cannot be part of decent arcs because of our aroaceness. And thus we end up with a jughead that feels like he has had something cut out of him as the writers rewrite his whole being and force him into situations he is super uncomfortable in. 

To Sprouse’s credit (or this may just be me holding out hope for a character that I can connect with) jughead is still played, and kinda written, as though he is a confused aroace/aroace in denial. However, bughead seeks to erase any mention of the AROace part of his identity and that’s why a lot of the community is mad.

And let us not forget how DISRESPECTFUL the riverdale fandom is. They talk about jughead without know the damage his re-writing is doing to the ace and aro communities and how bughead personally invalidates us. And their bullshit ‘alternative universe’ is bullshit because as I have said before it goes to show how aphobic this fandom and show can be just so they can force a ship that was never meant to be onto a character that literally does not need one. There is romance between other characters in the show, you do not need to attack the A R O M A N T I C A S E X U A L and force him to fit your allo romance mould. 

it also proves that IF JUGHEAD HAD BEEN ANY OTHER KIND OF QUEER WE WOULDN’T BE HAVING THESE DISCUSSIONS. people would accept jughead’s queerness and move on. how dare bughead shippers (or jarchie shippers for that matter) think they can talk over me, an aroace, about how I should be responding to a ship that personally invalidates ME! the sheer audacity you need to have to keep your hate ship going, knowing that seeing it being presented onstage is painful. What does it take you to understand that this ship tears something very important away from a character that represents a very underrepresented community and that by doing so tells us that we are not worthy of stories? that we are a lower class? and let us not forget the shippers that admit he is ace, but refuse to admit he is aro just so they can keep their ship afloat.

I am yet to write down my full thoughts on bughead, but trust me when I say a lot of the issues I have with it comes from the sheerness thickheadness of the bughead shippers and how they love to keep that aphobia coming.

Of course, riverdale in general is a shit show. There’s a reason that its only pulling a two star rating on netflix. the writing is shit and makes no sense (anyone who has ever paid any attention to my liveblog will know how I feel about this). In ep 1 betty was meant to be head over heels, irrevocably in love with archie, in ep 3 she wouldn’t have blinked if you said his name. there was also something going on with veronica and archie, but that was literally never mentioned again. and after the betty/veronica kiss in ep 1, did they ever even discuss that again?? cause I can tell you if someone kissed me and I wasn’t aware they were going to, and do it so publicly and unexpectedly, I would be flipping my shit.

Its things like that that show that riverdale was written by people who don’t really know what they are doing. And its things like the queer-baiting beronica kiss that show that river was written by non-queer writers. the way the show has handled its queer rep has been bullshit. I mean kevin says in either ep 3 or 4 that he wishes moose would just stay in the closet?? What kind of self respecting queer person would push away and further closet someone who is obviously struggling with themselves?? and do we get to know more about the snake guy from the drive in episode?? I reckon we won’t. The show is not progressive for having a gay character, and they way the have handled him is bullshit to say the least. 

And this doesn’t even begin to describe the show’s inability to deal with its own storylines. the writing is painful and I hate it but I keep holding out because jughead means a lot to me as an ace person. even without the consideration of queer rep, the plotlines in the show do not develop naturally or overlap with each other well enough to make this show any kind of Good. I mean, what was going on with the wolf masks in the fear ep?? I have written about this elsewhere but that makes no sense in writing or onstage?? This show has bitten off more than it can chew and I think it knows it.

Of course, it is reasonable that betty and jughead will break up in a few episodes, but to rectify the damage that bughead has caused, this breakup needs to be followed with jughead coming to terms with and being comfortable in his AROMANTIC ASEXUAL self. And the fandom but accept this and move on, or else continue to ship bughead in non-romantic ways. 

I am all down for this kind of arc, but something tells me that the writers do not have the guts to do something so bold.

I could rant on 5eva about bughead and riverdale in general but I’m gonna stop because it is early and I want today to be a good day

#anon #replies #that one riverdale bughead ace dispute #I cannot believe you made me say aphobia #why would you do that #also like soz for the long post #i have a lot to say